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<<widget "Doll">> <<if SugarCube.settings.artHD && _showDollBack>> <<set _firstArg = _args[0] || "body">> <<set _secondArg = _args[1] || "sidebar">> <<set _thirdArg = _args[2] || undefined>> <<DollBackHD _firstArg _secondArg _thirdArg>> <<else>> <<set _layout = $args[0] or "body">> <<set _id = $args[1] or "sidebar">> <<set _outfit = $args[2] or undefined>> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<set _shirtSize = '_' + $Body.tits>> <<set _slimBody = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs") ? "slim_" : "">> <<set _faceType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face") ? "" : "plain/">> <<set _titType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits') ? '' : 'plain_'>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <<if _outfit>> <<set _currDoll = setup.Outfits[_outfit]>> <</if>> /* Get Next Skin Level for Tan */ <<switch $Body.skin>> <<case "white">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "fair">> <<case "fair">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "olive">> <<case "olive">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "golden">> <<case "golden">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "black">> <<case "black">> <<set _skinTanLevel = "blacktan">> <</switch>> /* This placeholder prevents the missing image icon from showing up for both HD and non-HD art. */ <<set _onErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'" >> <<if $CC.showDoll || _tempShowDoll>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /* Hair back*/ <<if _currDoll.hairback>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _currDoll.hairback + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Doll base */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/body_' + _slimBody + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <img data-slot="bodyTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'body/tan_body_' + _slimBody + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Doll face */ <<set _expression = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <<set _eyeType = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <img data-slot="face" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + $Body.skin + '/' + _faceType + _expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <<if SugarCube.settings.artHD>> <img data-slot="faceTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + $Body.skin + '/' + _faceType + 'tan_' + _expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<else>> <img data-slot="faceTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + _skinTanLevel + '/' + _faceType + _expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</if>> <img data-slot="eyes" @class="'doll eye' + $Body.eyes" @src="$dollPath + 'face/eyes/eyes_' + _eyeType + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if _currDoll.faceMakeup>> <img data-slot="faceMakeup" class="doll faceMakeup" @src="$dollPath + 'face/makeup/' + _currDoll.faceMakeup + '_' + _currDoll.expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Doll breasts */ <<if !_currDoll.bra and !_currDoll.upper>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/topless_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <img data-slot="titsTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'body/topless_tan_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle["nipple"]>> <img data-slot="titpiercings" class="doll piercings" @src="$dollPath + 'piercing/piercing_topless_' + _titType + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<else>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <img data-slot="titsTan" class="doll" @style="'opacity: ' + $Body.tanLevel + '%'" @src="$dollPath + 'body/boobs_tan_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle["nipple"]>> <img data-slot="titpiercings" class="doll piercings" @src="$dollPath + 'piercing/piercing_boobs_' + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.bra>> <img data-slot="bra" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.bra + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</if>> /* Tattoos */ <<set _availTats = ["Ankle", "AnkleDad", "AnkleSpider", "Wrist", "WristGrlPwr", "WristMom", "Mound", "MoundButterfly", "MoundDragon", "Sleeve", "ArmOwl", "ArmSkeleton", "Thigh", "ThighButterflies", "ThighSnake", "Foot", "FootAnarchy", "FootRose", "AnkleRodent", "ArmGenius", "FootInvader", "MoundDinoLick", "ThighFuckboy", "Wrist1Up"]>> <<set _tatArr = $Body.tattooStyle ? Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item) : []>> <<if _tatArr.length > 0>> <<for _tattoo range _tatArr>> <<if _availTats.includes(_tattoo)>> <<capture _tattoo>> /* On missing Image, use Pixel art instead */ <<set _tatSDSrc = "img/doll/tattoos/tat_" + _tattoo.toLowerCase() + ".png">> <<set _tatOnErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='" + _tatSDSrc + "'" >> <img data-slot="tattoo" class="doll tattoos" @src="$dollPath + 'tattoos/tat_' + _tattoo.toLowerCase() + '.png'" @onerror="_tatOnErr"> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Ear Piercings */ /* Gets the piercing slots for ears and puts unique earrings into an array to loop through and place on doll */ /* Extra code to avoid doubling up on earrings on doll if same earing on both ears */ <<set _earSlots = ["leftcartilage", "rightcartilage", "rightear", "leftear"]>> <<set _earrings = Object.keys($Body.piercingStyle).filter(key => _earSlots.includes(key)).map(slot => $Body.piercingStyle[slot])>> <<set _earringsToWear = [].concatUnique(_earrings)>> <<for _earring range _earringsToWear>> <<if _earring>> <img data-slot="piercings" class="doll piercings" @src="$dollPath + 'piercing/piercing_ear_' + _earring.toLowerCase() + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</for>> /* Misc Piercings */ <<set _miscSlots = ["navel", "eyebrowL", "eyebrowR"]>> <<for _loc range _miscSlots>> <<if _loc.startsWith("eyebrow")>> <<set _leftOrRight = _loc.endsWith("R") ? "_right" : "_left">> <<else>> <<set _leftOrRight = "">> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[_loc]>> <<if _loc.startsWith("eyebrow")>> <<set _loc = _loc.slice(0,-1)>> <</if>> <img data-slot="piercings" class="doll piercings" @src="$dollPath + 'piercing/piercing_' + _loc + _leftOrRight + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</for>> /* Am I wearing panties? if not show pubes*/ <<if $Body.pubes neq "bald">> <img data-slot="panties" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/pubes_' + $Body.pubes + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.panties>> <img data-slot="panties" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/panties_' + _currDoll.panties + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing socks or shoes? */ <<if _currDoll.socks>> <img data-slot="feet" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.socks + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.feet>> <img data-slot="feet" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.feet + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Bodysuits go UNDER as oppossed to over our shorts. */ <<if Array("modellingerie", "bodysuit").includes(_currDoll.upper)>> <img data-slot="upper" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.upper + _shirtSize + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing a skirt or pants? */ <<if _currDoll.lower>> <img data-slot="lower" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.lower + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing a shirt or dress? */ <<if _currDoll.upper && !Array("modellingerie", "bodysuit").includes(_currDoll.upper)>> /* Dirty check for one_size_only_shirts if needed. */ <<if _currDoll.upper === "shirt_africantribaltraditional" || _currDoll.upper === "shirt_africantribalmakeshift">> <<set _shirtSize = "">> <</if>> <img data-slot="upper" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.upper + _shirtSize + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing accessory or jacket? */ <<if _currDoll.accessory>> <img data-slot="accessory" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.accessory + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.accessory2>> <img data-slot="accessory2" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.accessory2 + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.glasses>> <img data-slot="glasses" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.glasses + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.jacket>> <img data-slot="jacket" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.jacket + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Make-up */ <<if _currDoll.makeup>> <img data-slot="makeup" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'makeup/' + _currDoll.makeup + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "gradcap" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hathair_' + $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()>> <<isWearingPanties>> <</widget>> /*bra subwidget*/ <<widget "bra">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.bra = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</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>> /*accessory subwidget*/ <<widget "accessory2">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.accessory2 = _clothingtemp>> <<if _clothingtemp == "necklace_vancleef">> <<run $Closet.pushUnique("necklaceVancleef")>> <</if>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*hat subwidget*/ <<widget "hair">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.hair = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*hat subwidget*/ <<widget "hat">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.hat = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*makeup subwidget*/ <<widget "makeup">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.makeup = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> <<widget outfit>> <<set _outfitName = _args[0]>> <<set _tryon = _args[1] ? _args[1] : "">> <<set _outfitPlus = _args[2] ? _args[2] : "">> <<set _custom = false>> <<if _outfitName == "slinky">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkyshort">> <<else>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkylong">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _outfitName == "slinkywind">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkyshortwind">> <<else>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkylongwind">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _outfitPlus>> <<set _outfitName += _outfitPlus>> <</if>> <<set $currentOutfit = _outfitName>> /* Doesn't add outfit to Closet if only trying on. */ <<if _tryon !== "tryon">> <<if _outfitName == "promDress">> <<set _outfitWithNum = _outfitName + parseInt($HS.promDress)>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_outfitWithNum)>> <<else>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_outfitName)>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Custom outfits */ <<if _outfitName == "default" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.default).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.default>> <<elseif _outfitName == "sleepwear" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.sleepwear).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.sleepwear>> <<elseif _outfitName == "goingOut" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.goingOut).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.goingOut>> <<elseif _outfitName == "prostitution" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.prostitution).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.prostitution>> <<else>> <</if>> /* Reset doll to base outfit */ <<set $doll = Object.assign({}, _custom ? _customFit : setup.Outfits[_outfitName])>> /* Update bra / panties depending on fit / character variables */ <<pantyAndBraCheck>> /* Lost clothing check: If anything on is in the lost section, remove it.*/ <<for _itemSlot, _item range $doll>> <<if $lostClothing && $lostClothing.includes(_item)>> <<set $doll[_itemSlot] = "">> <</if>> <</for>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <<isWearingPanties>> <</widget>> <<widget pantyAndBraCheck>> <<set _currentDoll = _args[0] ? (_doll[_args[0]] || $doll) : $doll>> <<set _pantiesStyles = { Commando : "", "Bikini-style" : "bikini", Thongs : "thong", }>> <<if _currentDoll.panties == undefined>> <<set _currentDoll.panties = _pantiesStyles[$Body.undies] || "">> <</if>> <<if !_currentDoll.bra>> <<set _currentDoll.bra = $Body.braless || _currentDoll.bra == false ? "" : "bra">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget cumSpray>> <<if !$doll.overlay>> <<set $doll.overlay = []>> <</if>> <<set _remainingSprays = setup.cumSprays.filter((spray) => !$doll.overlay.includes(spray))>> /* removes chance of duplicates */ <<if _args[0] == "reset">> <<set $doll.overlay = []>> <<else>> <<for _input range _args>> <<run _sprays = _remainingSprays.filter((spray) => spray.includes(_input.slice(0,-1)))>> /* narrows arr to one position */ <<set _numOfSpraysToApply = Number.isInteger(_input.last()) ? _input.last() : 1>> /* lets widget work even for args without a number. */ <<run _maxRange = _numOfSpraysToApply > _sprays.length ? _sprays.length : _numOfSpraysToApply>> <<set _randomSprays = _sprays.pluckMany(_maxRange)>> <<set $doll.overlay = $doll.overlay.concat(_randomSprays)>> <</for>> <</if>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget restoreLook>> <<set $doll = {}>> <<set $doll = _initialLook>> <<set _showDollBack = false>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget face>> <<set _expr = _args[0]>> <<set _faceMakeup = _args[1]>> <<set $doll.expression = _expr>> <<set $doll.faceMakeup = _faceMakeup>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget fullOutfit>> <<set _outfitName = _args[0]>> <<set _fullOutfit = setup.Outfits[_outfitName]>> /* Fict: Update HD Doll art to display properly in shopping mall and then replace this with $dollPath */ <<set _dollPath = "img/doll/">> <<for _slot range Object.keys(_fullOutfit)>> <<capture _slot>> <<if _fullOutfit[_slot]>> <<switch _slot>> <<case hat>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case glasses>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case jacket>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <<case upper>> <<if _fullOutfit[_slot] === "shirt_africantribaltraditional" || _fullOutfit[_slot] === "shirt_africantribalmakeshift">> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<else>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <<case bra>> <<if _fullOutfit.bra>> /*Ignore when outfit.bra is false */ <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <<case lower>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case panties>> <<if _fullOutfit.panties>> /*Ignore outfits where panties = false */ <<if _fullOutfit[_slot].toString().contains("panties")>> /* Some outfits like bikini are named panties_<item> and others are not */ <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<else>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/panties_' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <</if>> <</if>> <<case socks>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case feet>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case accessory>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <</switch>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget liftUpDress>> <<if $doll.upper is "promdress_thrift">><<upper "promdress_thriftup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_regular">><<upper "promdress_regularup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_classy">><<upper "promdress_classyup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_risky">><<upper "promdress_riskyup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_prude">><<upper "promdress_prudeup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "dress_littleblack">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "dress_silver_skirt_short">><<lower "dress_silver_skirt_short_windy">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "dress_silver_skirt_long">><<lower "dress_silver_skirt_long_windy">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "denimSkirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "skirt_office">><<lower "skirt_office_up">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget loseDefaultOutfit>> <<if $lostClothing == undefined>> <<set $lostClothing = []>> <</if>> /* Check if the player has set a default fit. Target that custom fit if so. */ <<if Object.keys($OutfitSaves.default).length>> <<set _fit = $OutfitSaves.default>> <<for _i, _item range setup.Outfits>> <<if _item.upper == _fit.upper>> <<set _fitName = _i>> <</if>> <</for>> <<else>> <<set _fit = setup.Outfits['basic']>> <<set _fitName = "basic">> <</if>> /* Remove the fit from our Closet so it's buyable again. */ <<run $Closet.delete(_fitName)>> /* Add the fit pieces into our lost clothing section so if it's put on in any way, it is not shown. */ <<for _item range _fit>> <<run $lostClothing.pushUnique(_item)>> <</for>> <<NotificationPopup "Default Outfit has been lost...">> <</widget>> <<widget loseUnderwear>> <<if $Body.isWearingPanties>> <<set _underwear = $doll.panties>> /* Add the fit pieces into our lost clothing section so if it's put on in any way, it is not shown. */ <<run $lostClothing.pushUnique(_underwear)>> <<NotificationPopup "Underwear has been lost...">> <<panties>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget loseCurrentOutfit>> /* Add the fit pieces into our lost clothing section so if it's put on in any way, it is not shown. */ <<for _item range $doll>> <<if _item != "" || _item != false || _item != undefined>> <<run $lostClothing.pushUnique(_item)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<NotificationPopup "Current Outfit has been lost...">> <<outfit naked>> <</widget>> <<widget isWearingPanties>> <<if $doll && ($doll.panties == "" || $doll.panties == false || $doll.panties == undefined)>> <<set $Body.isWearingPanties = false>> <<set $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing = "Commando">> <<else>> <<set $Body.isWearingPanties = true>> <<if setup.Thongs.includes($doll.panties)>> <<set $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing = "Thongs">> <<elseif setup.BikiniStyle.includes($doll.panties)>> <<set $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing = "BikiniStyle">> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget dollRearView>> <<set _showDollBack = true>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget getTanned>> <<set $Body.tanLevel = 100>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> <<widget askewPanties>> <<set _currPanty = $doll.panties>> <<if _currPanty != false>> <<set _newPanty = _currPanty + "_askew">> <<panties _newPanty>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget pullBra>> <<set _currBra = $doll.bra>> <<if _currBra != false>> <<set _newBra = _currBra + "_pulled">> <<bra _newBra>> <</if>> <</widget>>
<<widget "DollBackHD">> <<set _layout = $args[0] or "body">> <<set _id = $args[1] or "sidebar">> <<set _outfit = $args[2] or undefined>> <<set _dollPath = "img/dollHD/">> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <<if _outfit>> <<set _currDoll = setup.Outfits[_outfit]>> <</if>> <<if $CC.showDoll || _tempShowDoll>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /* DollHD base */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'body/body_' + $Body.skin + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> /* DollHD Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <<elseif $Body.style neq "">> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <img data-slot="hair_rim" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_rim' + '_back' +'.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</widget>>
<<set _isInit = previous() is "CC000 - Open">> <<set _exitLinkLabel = _isInit ? "Continue to Origin Story" : `Back to ${previous()}`>> <header> <h1>Help</h1> <h2>Secret Agent<br>Starter Kit™</h2> </header> Blue Swallow is the story of a young woman who had no intention of becoming a spy and so has to rely on the person she has become with the skills she already has at hand to overcome obstacles and succeed at her mission. <br><br> Primarily, the game utilized a number of statistics that will be raised and lowered through choices she makes during her character creation, and can be improved through use during the main gameplay. <br><br><br> <h2>🙋♀️ Her Traits:</h2> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand items-grid-help"> <div> ''Suggestible'' How susceptible she is to peer pressure and the situation around her? Is she motivated by an external or internal locus of control? </div> <div> ''Stable'' How grounded is she? Have her experiences and life made her expect and, maybe at a subconscious level, //want// upheaval? </div> <div> ''Sophisticated'' Does she like and expect the better things in life? This is both a good thing in high-class situations and a bad thing when she might have to rough it. </div> <div> ''Confident'' How much does she believe in herself? Will she vacillate or stay convicted? </div> <div> ''Easy'' How little does she value sexual interaction? This is not necessarily a bad thing, but defines both the level of her standards for who she sleeps with and how often she does it with someone brand new. </div> <div> ''Risky'' How little does she value her personal well-being? This could be a bad thing if there is threat to herself, but also allows her to eschew the worries of self-preservation to do the 'right' thing in the situation. </div> <div> ''Excitable'' How much does she value novelty and fun? Is she bored easily and chafe under the mundane? </div> <div> ''Attractiveness'' How good looking is she? This is both an objective quality and takes into consideration the intangible 'it' factor that some people have. </div> </div> <br><br> <h2> 🕵️♀️ Her Skills </h2> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand items-grid-help"> <div> ''Social'' How adept is she at social interactions? Does she have a bevvy of friends and contacts or is she more of a wallflower? </div> <div> ''Athletics'' How athletic is she? Can she exert herself and ask more from her body than other people? </div> <div> ''Learning'' How smart is she? Does she soak up knowledge easily and how much does she retain? </div> <div> ''Deception'' How good is she at misdirecting and fooling others? Do people see through her easily? </div> <div> ''Wiles'' Does she know how to affect her feminine charms to her benefit? Irrespective of her beauty, can she make people do things because, simply, she's a woman? </div> <div> ''Investigation'' Is she facile at deduction? Can she dig in and connect the dots between facts or understand subtext and physical tics? </div> <div> ''Coordination'' How deft is she? Will she stumble or remain upright? Can she do multiple things at once? </div> <div> ''Discipline'' How able is she to power through duress? How much can she overcome her own personality and innate qualities to do something that she might not 'want' to? </div> <div> ''Perception'' How keen is she at noticing things? This is both an active ability if she's trying to pay attention, and her intrinsic ability to pick up on subtleties around her. </div> <div> ''Performance'' Can she put on a show? This could be a distinct and actual performance or it could be a personality she's trying to affect. </div> </div> <br><br><br> As you can tell, certain situations may cause for two (or more) skills or traits to conflict -- or enhance -- each other, and so their interaction might lead to unexpected outcomes. (Example: Deception and Coordination both being tested for a slight-of-hand check to do a magic trick!) What kind of outcomes? Failure. Success. Inability to go down certain options and routes. There are many results in Blue Swallow and each playthrough will likely be unique. <br><br> Unlike other games, her stats will not be available to see, nor will you definitely know when they are changing. There //will// be opportunities in the game to uncover (UN-REDACT) portions of her Dossier (WIP) that might give clues to these statistics, but they will never be numerically defined. <br><br> <<if _isInit>> Now! Let's get to character creation! <</if>> <br><br> <div class="sticky bottom to-right"> <<button _exitLinkLabel>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<if _isInit>> <<run Engine.play("CC001 - Origin")>> <<else>> <<run Engine.play(previous())>> <</if>> <</button>> </div>
<div id="doll"><<Doll body sidebar>></div>
/* All Rights Reserved 2023-2025 by CTJ (CassieBare) */ <<set $version = "v0.12.1.0 Public">> <<set $bodies = []>> /* Unchanged for now */ <<set $bodiesDetails = new Map([[]])>> /* Unchanged for now */ /* $sexcount + $kinkNum + $num need to all be looked at with these */ /* All our long-term storage variables. */ <<set $Inventory = []>> <<set $Memories = []>> <<set $Legend = []>> <<set $ClubLegend = []>> <<set $Reports = []>> <<set $Intel = []>> <<set $Closet = []>> <<set $OutfitSaves = { default : {}, goingOut : {}, prostitution : {}, sleepwear : {}, }>> <<set $lostClothing = []>> <<set $currentOutfit = "default">> <<set $doll = {}>> <<set $dollPath = "img/doll/">> <<set $statCap = 6>> <<set $statCapHit = false>> <<set $statCapPassedUni = false>> <<set $statCapPassedGY = false>> <<set $Stats = { Traits : { 'Attractiveness' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Confident' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Easy' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Excitable' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Risky' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Sophisticated' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Stable' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Suggestible' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, }, Skills : { "Athletics" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Coordination" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Deception" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Discipline" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Investigation" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Learning" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Perception" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Performance" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Social" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Wiles" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, }, Kinks : [], BodyTraits : [], SexSkills : [], SexSkillLvls: { anal : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, arousal : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, oral : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, flexibility : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, handjob : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, pussy : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, orgasm : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, intercourse : { level: 0, experience: 0, } } }>> <<set $Body = { adjustedFertilityLevel : "", age : 0, abortions : 0, bust : 0, braless : false, cesarean : false, cheatCount : 0, currentRelationship : {}, cycleTracker : 0, eyes : "", daysAfterOvulation : 0, daysUntilOvulation : 0, dayImpregnated : 0, fertile : true, fertility : 0, hair : "", hips : 0, implants : false, isBarefoot : false, isBraless : false, isTopless : false, isWearingDress : false, isWearingHeels : false, isWearingPanties : false, maxFertility : 0, ovulation : 0, piercings : [], piercingStyle : {}, pregnant : false, pregnantBy : [], pubes : "", realHeight : "", sexuality : "", skin : "", state : ['healthy'], style : "", tanLevel : 0, tattooStyle : {}, tits: "", typeOfUndiesWearing: "", undies : [], /* array and string */ vCard : {}, virgin : true, virginityLostIn : "", waist : 0, }>> <<set $Personality = { score: 0, traits: ["Normal"] }>> <<set $People = { "CC" : { Drew : { name: "Drew", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Ethan : { name: "Ethan", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Parents : { name: "Parents", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, M : { name: "M", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, F : { name: "F", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "HS" : {}, "GY" : { Alina: { name: 'Alina', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lily: { name: 'Lily', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Masenna: { name: 'Masenna', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sofia: { name: 'Sofia', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bekkah: { name: 'Bekkah', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Rian: { name: 'Rian', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UN" : { Roommate : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, SoroSister : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Boyfriend : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "AI" : { Angelo : { name: "Angelo", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bona : { name: "Bona", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, DancerGroup : { name: "DancerGroup", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sakura : { name: "Sakura", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Euji : { name: "Euji", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lori : { name: "Lori", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Anika : { name: "Anika", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Daxa : { name: "Daxa", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Luz : { name: "Luz", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Nino : { name: "Nino", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Tara : { name: "Tara", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Peaches : { name: "Peaches", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Callum : { name: "Callum", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, DJDJ : { name: "DJDJ", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Datu : { name: "Datu", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Nestor : { name: "Nestor", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Karl : { name: "Karl", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Nate : { name: "Nate", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Alice : { name: "Alice", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UNBodies" : {}, "ArgBodies" : {}, }>> <<set $CC = { actPath : 0, adoptive : "", activity : "", attempt : false, attemptBig : false, APtaken : false, bank : 0, barnTime : 0, barnDrink : false, barnDrugs : false, barnLocation : false, barnMusic : false, barnPeople : false, barnSurprise : false, BC : "", bodies : [], /* ?? */ clique : "", codeName : "", chellaDirect : false, chellaDetect : false, chellaSneak : false, conception : 0, dad : 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, earnings : 0, followed : false, goOut : "", oops : false, search : 0, Tallinn : 0, target : "", ticket : 0, }>> <<set $UN = { ADP : 0, baby : "", badEnd : false, CBC : 0, clothes : "", DDD : 0, DZ : 0, extracurricular : "", GDI : false, GPA : 0, hookupEnd : false, job : "", greek : "", KKG : 0, KD : 0, major : "", maxBodies : 0, newFirst : "", notFirst : false, preg : false, preggedBy : {}, pregAttempts : 0, present : "", professor : false, rush : false, rushed : [], sex : "", sexCat : [], /* set but not used */ sorSlut : false, test : 0, XO : 0, bodiesNum : 0, }>> <<set $HomeBase = { visits : 1, days : 0, Mission1Cleared : false }>> <<set $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"]>> <<set setup.tattoos = ["Nape", "Wrist", "Ankle", "Arm", "Thigh", "Foot"]>> <<set setup.personalityTraits = ["Prude","Normal","Slut"]>> <<set setup.maxPersonalityScore = 15>> <<set setup.ethnicityOpts = { "black" : [ "Caribbean", "West African", "Central African", "Arabic", "Jewish", "Australian", "East African" ], "golden" : [ "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "fair" : [ "British", "Irish", "Scottish", "Scandinavian", "Slavic", "German", "French", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "olive" : [ "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "white" : [ "British", "Irish", "Scottish", "Scandinavian", "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "German", "French", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], }>> <<set setup.sexSkills = { anal : { 1 : "Good Anal", 2 : "Great Anal", 3 : "Anal Queen", }, arousal : { 1 : "Easy Arousal", 2 : "High Libido", 3 : "Constantly Horny", }, oral : { 1 : "Good Head", 2 : "Deepthroater", 3 : "No Gag Reflex", }, flexibility : { 1 : "Pliant Limbs", 2 : "Incredible Flexibility", }, handjob : { 1 : "Good Handjobs", 2 : "Skilled Hands and Feet", 3 : "Master Manipulator", }, pussy : { 1 : "Tight Pussy", 2 : "Tiny Pussy", 3 : "Crazy-Small Pussy", }, orgasm : { 1 : "Easy Orgasms", 2 : "Quick Orgasms", 3 : "Hair-Trigger Orgasms", }, intercourse : { 1 : "Good Intercourse", 2 : "Great Intercourse", 3 : "Sex God", }, }>> <<set setup.LezFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "asked permission to cum.", "did amazing things with her fingers.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until her came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "was incredible with her tongue.", "came so quick, made me feel like a god.", "preferred cuddling.", "used a strap-on.", "had a gorgeous pussy.", "had an incredible set of tits.", "had eyes I could swim in.", "had incredible hair.", "left me with pubes in my teeth.", "tasted awful.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when she was high.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "came quick.", "couldn't really get it up.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when he was high.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "treated me like a fleshlight.", "went multiple rounds, multiple times.", "lasted til it hurt.", "preferred doggy.", "wanted me on top.", "asked permission to cum.", "enjoyed fucking my tits.", "had a giant dick.", "had a tiny dick.", "did amazing things with his fingers.", "was incredible with his tongue.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until he came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "never cleaned his cock.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavorOld = [ "Back at home on Spring Break, ", "Back at home...a Summer Fling, ", "On a surprise visit from back home, ", "During a random quick weekend visit home, ", ]>> <<set setup.cumSprays = [ 'facial_0','facial_1','facial_2','facial_3','facial_4','facial_5','facial_6', 'mouth_0', 'breasts_0','breasts_1','breasts_2','breasts_3', 'body_0','body_1','body_2', 'mound_0','mound_1','mound_2','mound_3','mound_4', 'pussy_0','pussy_1', 'thighs_0','thighs_1', ]>> /* Used to check if doll is wearing Hells -- $Body.isWearingHeels */ <<set setup.Heels = [ "shoes_expensivedress", "shoes_going-out", "heels_yellow", "shoes_blackheels", "shoes_blackhighheels", "shoes_laquer", "shoes_popular", "shoes_promblue", "shoes_promdark", "shoes_promred", "shoes_prude", "shoes_boots_70bond", "shoes_cowboyboots", "shoes_silverheels", "shoes_aupair", ]>> /* Used to check if doll is wearing a dress -- $Body.isWearingDress */ <<set setup.Dresses = [ "promdress_thrift", "promdress_regular", "promdress_classy", "promdress_risky", "promdress_prude", "cheerskirt", "cheerskirt_college", "denimSkirt", "dress_elegant", "dress_hippie", "dress_littleblack", "dress_sororitysundress", "dress_juliet", "expensivedress", "punkdress", "skirt_africantribaltraditional", "skirt_ahriacademy", "skirt_ahridefault", "skirt_ahrielderwood", "skirt_popular", "skirt_office", "skirt_ahrikda", "skirt_prude", "dress_silver_skirt", "camisole", "teddy", "skirt_africantribalmakeshift", "miniskirt_fashion", "skirt_aupair", "clubbingdress", ]>> /* Used to check type of panties -- $Body.typeOfUndiesWearing */ <<set setup.Thongs = [ "thong", "thong_lingerie", "popularrisky", "modelbikini" ]>> <<set setup.BikiniStyle = [ "bikini", "blacklace", "popularmodest", "redtied", "hiwaist" ]>> /* outfits can disable bras and panties by passing { ..., bra: false, panties: false } */ <<set setup.Outfits = { default: { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, sleepwear : { bra: false, panties: false }, goingOut : { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, prostitution : { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, naked: { bra: false, panties: false }, underwear: {}, basic: { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, loser: { upper: "hoodie", lower: "pants_flannel", feet: "shoes_uggslips", socks: false, /* accessory: "hoodie_back", */ /* Fict: Currently leaving out because of unintended interactiosn with hair sticking out. */ }, towel: { upper: "towel", bra: false, }, 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", }, wettop: { upper: "tanktop_bound", bra: "bra_popularmodest", panties: "popularmodest", }, bodysuit: { upper: "bodysuit", bra: false, panties: false, lower: "shorts_sororityjeanshorts", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, teddy: { upper: "teddy", 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: "shoes_going-out", socks: false, bra: false, }, office: { lower: "skirt_office", upper: "blousewhite", feet: "shoes_laquer", }, KimP: { hair: "KpWig", upper: "KpTop", feet: "KpShoes", lower: "KpPants", accessory: "KpAccessory", }, apron: { upper: "apron", }, sugarDress: { upper: "expensivedress", feet: "shoes_expensivedress", }, 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", }, ski: { upper: "top_ski", lower: "pants_ski", glasses: "glasses_ski", feet: "boots_ski", accessory: "gloves_ski", }, poppins: { upper: "top_aupair", jacket: "jacket_aupair", lower: "skirt_aupair", feet: "shoes_aupair", socks: "pantyhouse_aupair", hat: "hat_aupair", }, GYclub: { upper: "clubbingdress", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", socks: false, }, winter: { upper: "shirt_camo", jacket: "pufferjacket", lower: "leggings", socks: "socks_whiteshort", feet: "shoes_arg", }, infil: { upper: "MI", lower: "MI_pants", socks: false, feet: "shoes_MI", }, hooters: { upper: "shirt_hooters", lower: "shorts_hooters", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", socks: "socks_whiteshort", }, AL : { feet: "shoes_cowboyboots", }, NO : { hat: "hat_cowboyBrown", }, NY : { accessory: "accessory_choker", }, LA : { accessory: "anklet_surfer", }, WA : { glasses: "glasses_hipster", }, necklaceVancleef : { accessory2: "necklace_vancleef", }, }>>
<<widget bodySelection>> /* At a first step, I think we want to list all options in one go rather than refresh..pulling from the arrays created. We can decide what flavor, etc goes in. Then have the players select the ones they want, with 'rerolls' equal to their... stability? (Need to decide) After exhausting rerolls they have the ones selected and the remaining ones. */ <<set _location = _args[0]>> /* HS, UNBodies, ArgBodies (GY), */ <<set _limit = _args[1]>> <<set _startPassage = "">> <<set _endPassage = "">> <<switch _location>> <<case "HS">> /* <<set _startPassage = "HS" + "bodySelectionTextBeforeList">> */ <<set _endPassage = "HS" + "bodySelectionFinalText">> <<case "UNBodies">> <<set _startPassage = "UN" + "bodySelectionTextBeforeList">> <<set _endPassage = "UN" + "bodySelectionFinalText">> <<case "ArgBodies">> /* <<set _startPassage = "GY" + "bodySelectionTextBeforeList">> */ <<set _endPassage = "GY" + "bodySelectionFinalText">> <</switch>> <div id="bodyCount"> <<include "bodySelectionDisplay">> </div> <</widget>>
/* INIT all the bodies */ /* Add HS leftovers in UN */ <<if _location == "UNBodies">> <<set _allBodies = Object.values($People[_location]) .concat($HS.leftoverBodies) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod)) .shuffle() .sort((a, b) => a.gender < b.gender ? -1 : 1) >> <<else>> <<set _allBodies = Object.values($People[_location]) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod)) .shuffle() .sort((a, b) => a.gender < b.gender ? -1 : 1) >> <</if>> <<run _allBodies.shuffle()>> <<set _selectedBodies = []>> <<set _bodiesToSelect = _limit - $bodies.length>> <<set _rerolls = $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set _done = _bodiesToSelect <= 0 ? true : false>> <div id="topBar"> /* Shuffle Button */ <div id="shuffle"> <<include shuffleBtn>> </div> /* Done Button */ <div id="done"> <<include done>> </div> </div> /* Display of all bodies */ <ul id="listOfBodies"> <<include bodyList>> </ul> /* Final Paragraph */ <div id="endText"> <<include endText>> </div> /* On-Click Function */ <<run $(document).on("click", "#bodyCount > #listOfBodies > li", function (event) { /* Lazy fix for this event handler being attached multiple times on forward / back */ event.stopImmediatePropagation(); const myId = event.target.id; /* (Fict) This should really be...targeted by name. Bound to cause error somehow, someway. CALLING BY NAME NOT WORKINGGGGG */ const fflavor = event.target.attributes.item(2).value; const name = event.target.attributes.item(3).value; const gender = event.target.attributes.item(4).value; const title = event.target.attributes.item(5).value; const caption = event.target.attributes.item(6).value; const age = event.target.attributes.item(7).value; const ethnicity = event.target.attributes.item(8).value; const prefix = event.target.attributes.item(9).value; const bodyId = `${name}${gender}${title}${caption}`; /* console.log(`fflavor:${fflavor} name:${name} gender:${gender} title:${title} caption: ${caption} age: ${age} ethnicity: ${ethnicity}`); */ /* console.log(myId); */ /* console.log(bodyId); */ $.wiki(` <<if !_done>> <<if _selectedBodies.find(body => body.id == "${bodyId}")>> /* Remove it from selected */ <<run _selectedBodies.deleteWith(body => body.id == "${bodyId}")>> <<run _bodiesToSelect ++>> <<toggleclass li#${myId} selected>> <<else>> /* Create body object to add to selected */ <<if _bodiesToSelect > 0>> <<set _bodyObj = { name: "${name}", gender: "${gender}", title: "${title}", caption: "${caption}", fflavor: "${fflavor}", age: "${age}", ethnicity: "${ethnicity}", prefix: "${prefix}", id: "${bodyId}" }>> <<run _selectedBodies.push(_bodyObj)>> <<run _bodiesToSelect -->> <<toggleclass li#${myId} selected>> <</if>> <</if>> <<replace #caption>> <<include caption>> <</replace>> /* <<run console.log(_selectedBodies)>> */ <</if>> `); event.preventDefault(); }); >>
<<set _done = true>> <<replace #endText>> <<include endText>> <</replace>> <<replace #done>> <<include done>> <</replace>> <<replace #shuffle>> <<include shuffleBtn>> <</replace>> <<replace #listOfBodies>> <<include bodyList>> <</replace>>
<<if _done>> <<include _endPassage>> <</if>>
/* Select random bodies if player didn't select them all themselves */ /* Then put the leftover into HS leftover if in HS widget. */ <<for _bodyy range _remainingBodies>> <<if _bodiesToSelect > 0>> <<run _selectedBodies.push(_bodyy)>> <<else>> <<if _location == "HS">> <<set _bodyy.from = "HS">> <<run $HS.leftoverBodies.push(_bodyy)>> <<else>> <<break>> <</if>> <</if>> <<run _bodiesToSelect -->> <</for>> /* Add the bodies and set FFlavor / Prefix into BodiesDetails */ <<for _body range _selectedBodies>> <<set _ageOutput = "age: " + _body.age>> <<set _ethOutput = "ethnicity: " + _body.ethnicity>> <<addBody _body.name _body.gender _body.title _body.caption _ageOutput _ethOutput>> <<set _who = _body.caption || _body>> <<if !$bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _body.fflavor, prefix: _body.prefix })>> <</if>> <</for>> <<include refreshBeforeEnd>>
<<if !_done>> <<button "I'm happy with my selection">> <<include finalBodyPlacement>> <</button>> <</if>>
<div id="shuffleFlex"> <div id="shuffleBtn"> <<if _rerolls <= 0 || _done>> <button class="link-internal macro-button" disabled> Shuffle </button> <<else>> <<button "Shuffle">> /* Doesn't include bodies we selected in the remaining options */ <<set _allBodies = _allBodies .filter(mod => mod.name ? !_selectedBodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : true) .shuffle() >> <<replace #listOfBodies>> <<include bodyList>> <</replace>> <<replace #shuffle>> <<run _rerolls -->> <<include shuffleBtn>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> </div> <div> Rerolls remaining: <<print Math.clamp(_rerolls, 0, 1000)>> </div> </div>
<<if _done>> <div id="caption"> <<include caption>> </div> <<for _i, _sel range _selectedBodies>> <li @class="'selected ' + _sel.ethnicity" @id="_i" @fflavor="_sel.fflavor" @name="_sel.name" @gender="_sel.gender" @title="_sel.title" @caption="_sel.caption" @age="_sel.age" @ethnicity="_sel.ethnicity" @prefix="_sel.prefix"> <span>_sel.prefix _sel.name _sel.fflavor</span> </li> <</for>> <<else>> <<set _remainingBodies = []>> <div id="caption"> <<include caption>> </div> <<for _i, _sel range _selectedBodies>> <li @class="'selected ' + _sel.ethnicity" @id="_i" @fflavor="_sel.fflavor" @name="_sel.name" @gender="_sel.gender" @title="_sel.title" @caption="_sel.caption" @age="_sel.age" @ethnicity="_sel.ethnicity" @prefix="_sel.prefix"> <span>_sel.prefix _sel.name _sel.fflavor</span> </li> <</for>> <<for _i, _bod range _allBodies>> <<if _bod.gender && _bod.gender == "F">> <<set _flavorText = setup.LezFlavor.random()>> <<else>> <<set _flavorText = setup.FuckFlavor.random()>> <</if>> <<if _bod.from == "HS">> <<set _prefix = setup.FuckFlavorOld.random()>> <<else>> <<set _prefix = ''>> <</if>> <li @class="_bod.ethnicity" @id="_i + _selectedBodies.length" @fflavor="_flavorText" @name="_bod.name" @gender="_bod.gender" @title="_bod.title" @caption="_bod.caption" @age="_bod.age" @ethnicity="_bod.ethnicity" @prefix="_prefix"> <span class="body-line"> <span class="gender-icon" @data-gender="_bod.gender"></span> <span class="body-name"><<=_prefix>> <<= _bod.name >></span> <span class="body-age">(<<=_bod.age>>)</span> <span class="body-flavor"><<=_flavorText>></span> </span> /* <span>_prefix _bod.name _flavorText</span> */ </li> <<set _bod.fflavor = _flavorText>> <<set _bod.prefix = _prefix>> <<run _remainingBodies.push(_bod)>> <</for>> <</if>>
<<if !_done>> <div id="captionBodies"> Bodies remaining to select: _bodiesToSelect <div style="font-size: .6em">Each person's race is shown by the colored dot next to the name.</div> <br> </div> <</if>> <<if _startPassage.length > 0>> <<include _startPassage>> <</if>>
<<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>> <<else>> <<capture _addPiercing>> <<button "Remove _addPiercing">> <<run $Body.piercings.delete(_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", "Left Nipple", "Right Nipple")>> 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("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>> <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 id="pube1" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube1" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div> <div id="pube2" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_strip.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "strip">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube2" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div> <div id="pube3" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_sparse.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bikini">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube3" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div> <div id="pube4" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_trimmed.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "trimmed">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube4" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div> <div id="pube5" style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_natural.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bush">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<include pubicbuttons>> <</replace>> <<addclass "#pube5" "selectedPube">> <</link>> </div>
/* Holds flash effect for camera widget */ <div class="flash"></div> <<if visited("CC013 - FinalForm2") && $RPGCharacter && SugarCube.settings.showStatsPanel>> <div id="overlay"> <div id="overlay-top"> <<statSheet false>> </div> </div> <br><br> <</if>> <<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>> <<isWearingPanties>> <<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 */ /* 28 days in our month. cycleTracker 0 is 1st day of the Month.*/ <<if $HomeBase && $HomeBase.days > 0>> <<set $Body.cycleTracker = $HomeBase.days % 28>> /* Set daysUntilOvulation to be used in other places */ <<if $Body.cycleTracker <= $Body.ovulation>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = $Body.ovulation - $Body.cycleTracker>> <<else>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = ( 28 - $Body.cycleTracker ) + $Body.ovulation>> <</if>> <<set $Body.daysAfterOvulation = (28 - $Body.daysUntilOvulation) % 28>> /* Sets fertility. Based on your cycleTracker and your ovulation. */ <<switch $Body.daysUntilOvulation>> <<case 0>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility>> <<case 1>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 5>> <<case 2>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 10>> <<case 3>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 15>> <<default>> <<set $Body.fertility = 2>> <</switch>> /* Keeps fertility from going under 2. And over 999. I think. */ <<set $Body.fertility = Math.clamp($Body.fertility, 2, 999)>> <</if>> <</silently>> /* Back Button */ <<set _backButtonLabel = "">> /* If there is history, show back button */ <<if State.length>1 && UIBar.isStowed() >> <div class="transparent-sticky"> <div class='backButton'> <<link _backButtonLabel>> <<run Engine.backward()>> <</link>> </div> </div> <</if>>
<<if hasVisited('ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye')>> <<RunStatsLevelUpCheck>> <</if>> <<RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<set _location = passage()>> <<set _title = passage().replace(/.*\s\-\s/, '')>> /* Fict: Mira implemented. We never learned how to access. Turned off for now. */ /* <<run gtag('event', 'page_view', { page_title: _title, page_location: _location, })>> */ <<set $dollPath = "img/doll/">>
<<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>> /* For extra attributes, we are adding them very directly now. */ <<set _delList = []>> <<set _age = 24>> <<set _ethnicity = "white">> <<set _olderMan = false>> <<set _schoolHelp = false>> <<for _arg range _args>> <<if _arg.startsWith("age:")>> <<set _age = _arg.split(":")[1].trim()>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("ethnicity:")>> <<set _ethnicity = _arg.split(":")[1].trim()>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("olderMan:")>> <<set _olderMan = true>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("schoolHelp:")>> <<set _schoolHelp = true>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _del range _delList>> <<run _args.delete(_del)>> <</for>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _args[3] ? _args[3] : _title>> <<set _passage = passage()>> /* Notes on from: + Either adds the passage name that vCardCheck / addBody was called + Or if leftover during the bodycount lists, writes in HS/UN to those folks. */ <<run $bodies.push({ name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption, age: _age, ethnicity: _ethnicity, olderMan: _olderMan, from: _passage, cheatedWith: _cheatedWith })>> <</widget>> <<widget vCardCheck>> /* Like this widget seperate from addBody bcuz Cassie uses them in different cases. Just keeps the code intent clear. */ /* For extra attributes, we are adding them very directly now. */ <<set _delList = []>> <<set _age = 24>> <<set _ethnicity = "white">> <<set _olderMan = false>> <<set _schoolHelp = false>> /* <<run console.log(_args)>> */ <<for _arg range _args>> <<if _arg.startsWith("age:")>> <<set _age = _arg.split(":")[1].trim()>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("ethnicity:")>> <<set _ethnicity = _arg.split(":")[1].trim()>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("olderMan:")>> <<set _olderMan = true>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <<if _arg.startsWith("schoolHelp:")>> <<set _schoolHelp = true>> <<run _delList.push(_arg)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _del range _delList>> <<run _args.delete(_del)>> <</for>> /* <<run console.log(_args)>> */ <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _title>> <<set _desc = _args[3] ? _args[3] : "And that's how I lost my virginity.">> /* <<run console.log(`name: ${_name} gender: ${_gender} title: ${_title} caption: ${_caption} desc: ${_desc} age: ${_age} ethnicity: ${_ethnicity}`)>> */ <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <<set $Body.vCard = { name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption, age: _age, ethnicity: _ethnicity, olderMan: _olderMan, schoolHelp: _schoolHelp }>> _desc <</if>> /* Failsafe: Stops scenarios from double adding if they are the "same". Example: To ensure there is only one "xxx , my first" */ <<set _ageOutput = "age:" + _age>> <<set _ethnOutput = "ethnicity:" + _ethnicity>> <<set _olderManOutput = "olderMan: " + _olderMan>> <<set _schoolOutput = "schoolHelp: " + _schoolHelp>> <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.title == _title)>> <<addBody _name _gender _title _caption _ageOutput _ethnOutput _olderManOutput _schoolOutput>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget vCardCheckPreg>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _age = _args[3] ? _args[3] : 24>> <<set _ageOutput = "age:" + _age>> <<set _ethnicity = _args[4] ? _args[4] : "white">> <<set _ethnOutput = "ethnicity:" + _ethnicity>> <<set _desc = "And that's how I lost my virginity.">> /* <<run console.log(_args)>> */ <<vCardCheck _name _gender _title _desc _ageOutput _ethnOutput>> <<pregCheck _name _gender _title _age _ethnicity>> <</widget>> <<widget GYvignTag>> <<if _args.includes("location")>> <<if _location === _args[0]>> <<done>><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</done>> <</if>> <<set _location = _args[0]>> <<else>> <<if _goal === _args[0]>> <<done>><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</done>> <</if>> <<set _goal = _args[0]>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget businessCard>> <<set _card = _args[0]>> /* <<run console.log(_args[0])>> */ <div class="businessCard"> <<if _card.image>><img @src="'img/' +_card.image"><</if>> <div class="card-basic"> <div class="card-basic-name"> <<= _card.name >> <<redacted !_card.surname>><<= _card.surname || "LongSurname">><</redacted>> </div> <<if _card.role>> <<= _card.role >> <</if>> <<if _card.branch>> <br> <<= _card.branch>> <</if>> </div> <div class="card-details"> <div> <<if _card.company>> <<=_card.company>> <</if>> <<if _card.parent>> <br> <<=_card.address>> <</if>> </div> <div> Tel: <<redacted true>>(212)-9876543<</redacted>> <br> E-mail: <<redacted true>>example@example.com<</redacted>> </div> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget IdentifyingFeatures>> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item) ?? []>> <<set _hasPiercingStyles = Object.values($Body.piercingStyle).some(value => value.length > 0)>> <<if $Body.tattooStyle and _arrOfTats.length > 0 or $Body.piercings.length > 0 or _hasPiercingStyles>> <div class="Title"> <h3> Identifying Features </h3> /*Tattoos */ <<if _arrOfTats.length > 0 >> <<for _tatName range _arrOfTats>> <<capture _tatName, _pos>> <<set _pos = dataUtils.getTattooLocation(_tatName)>> <<print _pos>> tattoo <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <<if _tatName == "Ear">> /*Add Head and Hair Images and set Ear-flip position to show tattoo */ <<set _pos = "ear_earflip">> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/head.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_tat_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <</if>> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/' + _pos.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <<if _arrOfTats.includes(_tatName)>> <<set _SDdollPath = "img/doll/">> <<set _tatId = _tatName.toLowerCase() + "-tattoo">> <<set _tatHD = $dollPath + "closeup/tattoo_" + _tatName.toLowerCase() + ".png">> <<set _tatSD = _SDdollPath + "closeup/tattoo_" + _tatName.toLowerCase() + ".png">> <<set _tatOnErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='" + _tatSD + "'" >> <img @id="_tatId" class="closeup" @src="_tatHD" @onerror="_tatOnErr" /> <<if _pos == "Ear" && _arrOfTats.includes("Ear")>> <<set _doubleTat = $dollPath + "closeup/tattoo_legendary.png">> <img @id="_tatId" class="closeup" @src="_doubleTat" @onerror="_tatOnErr" /> <</if>> <<else>> <img @id="_tatName.toLowerCase() + '-tattoo'" class="closeup" @src=""> <</if>> </div> <br> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Piercings */ <<if $Body.piercings.length > 0 || _hasPiercingStyles>> <h4> Piercings </h4> /* Ear Piercings */ <<set _earStyles = { "leftcartilage":$Body.piercingStyle['leftcartilage'], "leftear": $Body.piercingStyle['leftear'], "rightcartilage": $Body.piercingStyle['rightcartilage'], "rightear": $Body.piercingStyle['rightear'], }>> <<if Object.values(_earStyles).some(value => value.length > 0)>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <<for _index, _ear range _ears>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[(_ear.toLowerCase()+"ear")].length > 0 || $Body.piercingStyle[(_ear.toLowerCase()+"cartilage")].length > 0 >> <<set _lcEar = _ear.toLowerCase()>> <<capture _ear, _lcEar>> <div @class="'ear-piercing-' + _lcEar" style="display: inline-block; width:128px;"> <<print _ear>> Ear <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/ear.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] !== 'none'>> <img @id="_lcEar + '-ear'" class="closeup" @src="$Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] + '.png') : ''"> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] !== 'none'>> <img @id="_lcEar + '-cartilage'" class="closeup" @src="$Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] + '.png'): ''"> <</if>> </div> <br> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> <</if>> <br> /* Extra Piercings */ <<set _faceMouthStyles = { "nose": $Body.piercingStyle['nose'], "septum": $Body.piercingStyle['septum'], "tongue": $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'], }>> <<if Object.values(_faceMouthStyles).some(value => !!value && value.length > 0)>> <<set _mouthSrc = _tempDollPath + 'closeup/mouth.png' >> <<set _tongueSrc = _tempDollPath + 'closeup/tongue.png'>> <<set _tonguePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] ? (_tempDollPath + 'closeup/' + 'tongue_' + $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _nosePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['nose'] ? (_tempDollPath + 'closeup/' + 'nose_' + $Body.piercingStyle['nose'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _septumPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['septum'] ? (_tempDollPath + 'closeup/' + 'septum_' + $Body.piercingStyle['septum'] + '.png') : ''>> /* <div @id="'face_piercings'" class="earItem"> */ Nose/Mouth <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_mouthSrc"> <img class="closeup" @src="_tongueSrc"> <img @id="'tongue' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_tonguePiercingSrc"> <img @id="'nose' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_nosePiercingSrc"> <img @id="'septum' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_septumPiercingSrc"> </div> /* </div> */ <</if>> <br> <<for _piercing range $Body.piercings>> <<capture _piercing, _pos>> <<set _pos = _piercing>> <<if _piercing.indexOf("Ear") == -1 && _piercing.indexOf("Cartilidge") == -1>> <<print _pos>> Piercing <br> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <b> Personality </b> <br/> <div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 10px;"> <<if $Personality.score == setup.maxPersonalityScore>> Slutty <<elseif $Personality.score >= setup.maxPersonalityScore/2>> Mostly Slutty <<elseif $Personality.score <= -(setup.maxPersonalityScore/2)>> Mostly Prudish <<elseif $Personality.score == -setup.maxPersonalityScore>> Prudish <<elseif $Personality.score == 0>> Normal <<else>> /* Score is in range -4 to +4 */ Mostly Normal <</if>> <br /> Score: <<print $Personality.score>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget RunStatsLevelUpCheck>> /* Archaic brute force level up algorithm */ /* Takes a century to finish and requires other widgets to use <<done>> hacks */ <<silently>> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const traits = SugarCube.State.variables.Stats.Traits; const skills = SugarCube.State.variables.Stats.Skills; updateStats(); function updateStats() { for (const trait in traits) { const traitObj = traits[trait]; /* Handles exp into value for positive and negative values. */ if ( Math.sign(traitObj.base) > 0 ) { if ( traitObj.exp > traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base++; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp <= -traitObj.base ) { traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - -(traitObj.base); traitObj.base--; } } else if ( Math.sign(traitObj.base) < 0 ) { if ( traitObj.exp < traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base--; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp >= -traitObj.base ) { traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - -(traitObj.base); traitObj.base++; } } else { if ( traitObj.exp > traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base++; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp < traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base--; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } } } for (const skill in skills) { const skillObj = skills[skill]; /* Handles exp into value for positive and negative values. */ if ( Math.sign(skillObj.base) > 0 ) { if ( skillObj.exp > skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base++; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp <= -skillObj.base ) { skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - -(skillObj.base); skillObj.base--; } } else if ( Math.sign(skillObj.base) < 0 ) { if ( skillObj.exp < skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base--; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp >= -skillObj.base ) { skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - -(skillObj.base); skillObj.base++; } } else { if ( skillObj.exp > skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base++; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp < skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base--; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } } } } }); <</script>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<silently>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].value = $Stats.Traits[_trait].base + $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].value = $Stats.Skills[_skill].base + $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp>> <</for>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget animation>> <<set _animation = _args[0].toLowerCase()>> <<set _hisColor = _args[1] ? _args[1].toLowerCase() : "">> <<set _anim = _args[2] ? _args[2].toLowerCase() : "sex">> <<set _hairClass = 'hair' + $Body.hair>> /* Note: both firstsex's need to be wrapped around div#animation when used */ <<if _animation == "firstsex">> <img src='img/anim/more/bed.png' class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/missionary_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/more/missionary_hair_' + $Body.style + '.webp'" @class="'animations ' + _hairClass" /> <img @src="'img/anim/boobs/missionary_boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img src='img/anim/more/missionary_he.webp' class="animations" /> <<elseif _animation == "lesbianfirstsex">> <img @src="'img/anim/Lesbian_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/more/Lesbian_hair_' + $Body.style + '.webp'" @class="'animations ' + _hairClass" /> <img @src="'img/anim/boobs/Lesbian_boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img src='img/anim/more/Lesbian_she.webp' class="animations" /> <<elseif _animation == "doggystyle">> <<include doggyStyle>> <<elseif _animation == "missionary">> <<include missionary>> <<elseif _animation == "oral">> <<include oral>> <<elseif _animation == "anal">> <<include anal>> <<elseif _animation == "matingpress">> <<include matingPress>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget Stats>> /* <<Stats Deception ++>> = Add to Value / Exp automatically depending on if user is passed Act I or not */ /* <<Stats Deception -->> = Subtract from Value / Exp automatically depending on if user is passed Act I or not */ /* <<Stats Coordination += 5>> = This and -= as well. */ <<set _stat = _args[0]>> <<set _increment = _args[1]>> <<set _num = Util.isNumeric(_args[2]) ? _args[2] : "" >> <<set _notificationMessage = "Stat change occurred">> <<if Object.keys($Stats.Traits).includes(_stat)>> <<set _section = "Traits">> <<else>> <<set _section = "Skills">> <</if>> /* Grab the variable we working on */ <<set _base = "$Stats." + _section + "." + _stat + "">> <<set _newBase = $Stats[_section]>> <<set _currVal = _newBase[_stat].value>> <<set _statIsCapped = _currVal >= $statCap>> /* Need this to know whether to operate on exp or value */ <<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>> <<set _increment = Util.isNumeric(_num) ? _increment + ' ' + _num : _increment>> <<set _incrementLabel = _increment.indexOf('-') >= 0 ? 'Decreased!' : "Increased!">> <<set _notificationMessage = dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_stat) + " " + _incrementLabel>> <<silently>> <<print '<<set ' + _base + ' ' + _increment + '>>'>> <</silently>> <<if _statIsCapped && !hasVisited('ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye')>> <<if $statCapHit == false>> <<dialogHint "Stat Caps" 'popup'>> <<include "CC000 - StatCapHit">> <</dialogHint>> <<set $statCapHit = true>> <</if>> <<set _notificationMessage = dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_stat) + " is Maxed Out!">> <</if>> <<if !_quietMode>> <<NotificationPopup _notificationMessage>> <</if>> <<RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<if visited("CC013 - FinalForm2") && $RPGCharacter && SugarCube.settings.showStatsPanel>> <<done>> <<replace "#overlay-top">><<statSheet false>><</replace>> <</done>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget StatsSilentReverse>> <<set _quietMode = true>> <<set _stat = _args[0]>> <<set _increment = _args[1] || "">> <<set _num = Util.isNumeric(_args[2]) ? _args[2] : "" >> <<switch _increment>> <<case "++">> <<set _increment = "--">> <<case "--">> <<set _increment = "++">> <<case "+=">> <<set _increment = "-=">> <<case "-=">> <<set _increment = "+=">> <</switch>> <<Stats _stat _increment _num>> <<set _quietMode = false>> <</widget>> <<widget RandomSkillBonus>> /* Randomly distributes bonus skill points based on attractiveness Arg 0: max points per skill (default 3, use 2 for prologue) Formula: 6 - Attractiveness = bonus skill points */ <<set _maxPerSkill = _args[0] || 3>> <<set _bonusPoints = 6 - $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base>> <<if _bonusPoints gt 0>> <<set _skillNames = Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<set _skillAllocation = {}>> <<for _sk range _skillNames>><<set _skillAllocation[_sk] = 0>><</for>> /* Randomly distribute points */ <<for _i = 0; _i lt _bonusPoints; _i++>> /* Find skills that haven't hit their cap */ <<set _availableSkills = _skillNames.filter(function(sk) { return _skillAllocation[sk] < _maxPerSkill; })>> <<if _availableSkills.length gt 0>> <<set _randomIndex = Math.floor(Math.random() * _availableSkills.length)>> <<set _chosenSkill = _availableSkills[_randomIndex]>> <<set _skillAllocation[_chosenSkill]++>> <</if>> <</for>> /* Apply the skill bonuses silently */ <<set _quietMode = true>> <<for _sk range _skillNames>> <<if _skillAllocation[_sk] gt 0>> <<Stats _sk += _skillAllocation[_sk]>> <</if>> <</for>> <<set _quietMode = false>> <<RunStatsValueCalculation>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget skillChecked>> <<set _traitsTested = _args.map(x => dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(x))>> <<set _message = _traitsTested[0] + ` ${["SexSkills", "Many traits", "Univeristy jobs", "Blowjob skills", "Previous Johns", "Anal skills", "Handjob skills"].indexOf(_args[0])>=0 ? 'were' : 'was'} tested.`>> <<if _traitsTested.length >= 2 >> <<set _message = _traitsTested.slice(0, _traitsTested.length-1).join(', ')>> <<set _message += ", and " + _traitsTested[_traitsTested.length-1] + " were tested.">> <</if>> <<NotificationPopup _message "skill-check">> <</widget>> <<widget NotificationPopup>> <<set _ToastMessage = _args[0]>> <<set _mode = _args[1]>> <<run let duration = 12000; let allToastTypes = ["info", "skill-check", "decrease"]; let toastType = "info"; /*Default Type */ /* --- Debounce tracking to prevent rapid-fire positioning issues --- */ if (!window._toastDebounce) { window._toastDebounce = {}; } /* --- Helpers shared by timeout & manual close --- */ function recalcPositionsExcept(excludeType) { let allTypes = ["info","skill-check","decrease"]; let toastCount = 0; let typeCount = 0; for (let typeName of allTypes) { if (typeName === excludeType) continue; let toast = window.activeToasts && window.activeToasts[typeName]; if (toast && toast.element && toast.element.style) { toast.element.style.top = (toastCount * 60 + (typeCount * 30) + 15) + 'px'; toastCount += toast.count || 0; typeCount++; } } } /* Debounced version of recalcPositionsExcept to prevent rapid-fire issues */ function recalcPositionsDebounced(excludeType) { if (window._recalcDebounceTimer) { clearTimeout(window._recalcDebounceTimer); } window._recalcDebounceTimer = setTimeout(function() { recalcPositionsExcept(excludeType); }, 50); } /* One-time delegated close handler for all toasts */ if (!window._toastCloseBound) { document.body.addEventListener("click", function (ev) { var btn = ev.target.closest(".toast-close"); if (!btn) return; var tType = btn.getAttribute("data-type"); var t = window.activeToasts && window.activeToasts[tType]; if (!t) return; /* stop any pending auto-remove */ if (t.timeout) { clearTimeout(t.timeout); t.timeout = null; } /* cancel entrance/auto-fade/progress animations immediately */ t.element.style.animation = "none"; var pb = t.element.querySelector(".toast-progress"); if (pb) { pb.style.animation = "none"; } /* force reflow, then trigger the short close animation */ void t.element.offsetWidth; t.element.classList.add("closing"); /* remove exactly when the close animation ends */ var onDone = function (e) { if (e.target !== t.element) return; t.element.removeEventListener("animationend", onDone); t.element.remove(); delete window.activeToasts[tType]; recalcPositionsExcept(tType); }; t.element.addEventListener("animationend", onDone, { once: true }); }); window._toastCloseBound = true; } /* Determine the mode and adjust styles accordingly */ if (_mode === "skill-check") { toastType = "skill-check"; } if(_ToastMessage.includes("Decreased")){ toastType = "decrease"; } let availableIcons = [ "Anal", "Athletics", "Attractiveness", "Blowjob", "Confidence", "Coordination", "Deception", "Discipline", "Easiness", "Excitability", "Handjob", "Intercourse", "Investigation", "Learning", "Oral", "Perception", "Performance", "Riskiness", "SexSkills", "Social", "Sophistication", "Stability", "Suggestibility", "Wiles" ]; if (!window.activeToasts) { window.activeToasts = []; } let showIcon = availableIcons.some(skill => _ToastMessage.includes(skill)); let skillIcon = showIcon ? availableIcons.find(skill => _ToastMessage.includes(skill)).replace("Oral", "Blowjob").replace("SexSkills", "Intercourse") : ''; let existingToast = window.activeToasts[toastType]; if (existingToast && existingToast.element) { /* If the message already exists, increase counter */ if(existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage]){ let messageList = existingToast.element.querySelector("#toast-list"); let temp = _ToastMessage + " "; let toastMessageId = temp.replace('!','').replace('.','').split(" ").join('-'); existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage].count=existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage].count+1; 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){ let otherToast = window.activeToasts && window.activeToasts[typeName]; if(otherToast && otherToast.element && otherToast.element.style){ otherToast.element.style.top = (toastCount * 60 + (typeCount * 30)) + 'px'; /* Recalculate top positions */ toastCount += otherToast.count || 0; 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){ let otherToast = window.activeToasts && window.activeToasts[typeName]; if(otherToast && otherToast.count){ toastCount += otherToast.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-${toastType}`); box.style.top = (toastCount * 60 + (typeCount * 25) + 'px'); /* Adjust top position */ box.innerHTML = ` <button class="toast-close" data-type="${toastType}" aria-label="Dismiss">×</button> <div> <div id="toast-list"> <div id="${_ToastMessage}-wrapper" class="toast-content-wrapper"> ${showIcon ? `<img alt="${skillIcon} gif" class="toast-image" src="./img/icons/skills/${skillIcon}.gif">` : ''} <div id="${toastMessageId}" class="toast-message"><h3>${_ToastMessage}</h3></div> </div> </div> <div class="toast-progress"></div> </div>`; box.querySelector(".toast-progress").style.animationDuration = `${duration / 1000}s`; 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 */ let currentToast = window.activeToasts && window.activeToasts[toastType]; if (currentToast && currentToast.element) { currentToast.element.remove(); } delete window.activeToasts[toastType]; recalcPositionsExcept(toastType); let otherTypes = allToastTypes.filter(type => type !== toastType); var toastCount = 0; var typeCount = 0; for(let typeName of otherTypes){ let otherToast = window.activeToasts && window.activeToasts[typeName]; if(otherToast && otherToast.element && otherToast.element.style){ otherToast.element.style.top = (toastCount * 60 + (typeCount * 30)+15) + 'px'; /* Recalculate top positions */ toastCount += otherToast.count || 0; 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("rested")>> <<set _state = "">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "rested")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("tired")>> <<set _state = "exhausted">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "tired")>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already exhausted */ <<if $Body.state.includes("exhausted")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _state == "rested">> <<if $Body.state.includes("exhausted")>> <<set _state = "tired">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "exhausted")>> <<elseif $Body.state.includes("tired")>> <<set _state = "">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "tired")>> <</if>> /* if not tired we'll apply the rested buffs, otherwise reduce tiredness state */ <</if>> <<if _state == "sick">> <<if $Body.state.includes("sick")>> <<set _state = "illness">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "sick")>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already illness */ <<if $Body.state.includes("illness")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _state == "aroused">> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<set _state = "horny">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "aroused")>> <<elseif $Body.state.includes("horny")>> <<set _state = "oversexed">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => ["horny", "aroused"].indexOf(word)==-1)>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already oversexed */ <<if $Body.state.includes("oversexed")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _state == "disgusted">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => ["aroused", "horny", "oversexed"].indexOf(word)==-1)>> <</if>> /* Add new state to arr if it is valid (not blank)*/ <<if _state != ''>> <<run $Body.state.pushUnique(_state)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<changeState>> <</if>> /* AddIcons for State */ <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> <<widget improveState>> <<set _newStates = []>> <<for _state range $Body.state>> <<capture _newStates>> <<if _state == "exhausted">> <<set _newStates.push("tired")>> <</if>> <<if _state == "tired">> <<set _newStates.push("rested")>> <</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>> <<if $Body.state.includes("rested") >> <<set _newStates.pushUnique("rested")>> <</if>> <</for>> <<set $Body.state = _newStates>> <<changeState>> <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> <<widget stateRemove>> <<set _removeState = _args[0]>> <<set _stateIndex = $Body.state.indexOf(_removeState)>> <<if _stateIndex > -1 >> <<set $Body.state.splice(_stateIndex,1)>> <</if>> <<changeState>> <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> <<widget stateIcons>> <<run let old = document.getElementById('sidebar-state-icons'); if(old) { old.remove(); } const states = SugarCube.State.variables.Body.state; /* shallow copy states, because we dont want to mondify its contents */ const variables = states.length > 1 ? states.filter((status) => status != 'healthy') : states.filter(s=>s!=''); const iconDiv = document.createElement('div'); iconDiv.id = "sidebar-state-icons"; variables.forEach((variable) => { const imgDiv = document.createElement('div'); /* Hover text comes from the title variable */ imgDiv.innerHTML = `<div class="sidebar-state-icons"> <img title=${variable} alt=${variable+ " emote"} class="sidebar-icon" src=${'./img/icons/states/'+variable+".png"} /> </div>`; iconDiv.appendChild(imgDiv); }); 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 $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case rested>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 1>> <<elseif ["Easy", "Suggestible"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 1>> <<else>> /* no change */ <</if>> <</for>> /* No Skill changes for rested state*/ <<case aroused>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -->> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp ++>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp ++>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<case horny>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 2>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp += 2>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<case oversexed>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 3>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 3>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp += 3>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 3>> <</if>> <</for>> <<case hungover>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if _trait == "Sophisticated">> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp ++>> <<elseif _trait == "Attractiveness">> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if _skill == "Discipline">> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case disgusted>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 1>> <<elseif ["Confident", "Excitable", "Risky"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 1>> <<elseif ["Easy", "Suggestible"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if _skill == "Discipline">> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp += 1>> <<elseif ["Deception", "Performance", "Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 1>> <<else>> /* no change */ <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <</switch>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget shoppingMall>> <<set _placement = _args[0]>> <<set _allClothes = Object.keys(setup.Outfits).filter(item => item !== $CC.hometown)>> <<set _bought = []>> <<set _initCloset = Object.assign([], $Closet)>> <div id="shoppingMall"> <<shoppingMallInner _placement>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget shoppingMallInner>> <<set _placement = _args[0]>> <<for _idx, _fit range _allClothes>> <<set _isCustom = ["sleepwear", "default", "prostitution", "goingOut"].includes(_fit)>> <<if _placement && _placement.startsWith("dossier") ? _initCloset.includes(_fit) : !_initCloset.includes(_fit) && !_isCustom>> <<capture _idx, _fit>> <<set _customStyle = _isCustom ? "isCustomFit" : "">> <div class="mallBox"> <div @id="_idx" @class="'mallItem ' + _customStyle"> <img class="mallSlot" src="img/doll/body/doll_wardrobe_base.png"> <<fullOutfit _fit>> <span class="paper-scrap mallItemTooltip"> <<if ['NY', 'NO', 'LA', 'WA', 'AL'].includes(_fit)>> <<= dataUtils.getAccessoryName(_fit)>> <<else>> _fit <</if>> </span> </div> <<if _bought.includes(_fit)>> /* This button should be unclickable, also doesnt matter */ <<done>><<addclass `"#" + _idx` mallItemBought>><</done>> <<button "BOUGHT">> <</button>> <<else>> <<if _placement && _placement.startsWith("dossier")>> <<button "PUT ON">> <<outfit _allClothes[_idx] tryon>> <<if _placement == "dossier">> <<replace ".dossierPage #shoppingMall">> <<shoppingMallInner dossier>> <</replace>> <</if>> <</button>> <<else>> <<button "BUY IT">> <<run _bought.push(_fit)>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_fit)>> /* Remove clothings from lostClothing as bought back */ <<if $lostClothing && $lostClothing.length gt 0>> <<run _clothingPieces = Object.values(setup.Outfits[_fit])>> <<set $lostClothing = $lostClothing.filter(item => !_clothingPieces.includes(item))>> <</if>> <<set _buypower -= 2>> <<replace #shoppingMall>> <<shoppingMallInner>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> <</if>> </div> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> /* Lets Claire try-on the outfit on click. */ <<run $(document).on("click", "div.mallItem", function (event) { const myId = event.target.id; $.wiki(`<<outfit ${_allClothes[myId]} tryon>>`); event.preventDefault(); }); >> /* This section reloads the whole intial passage once buypower is out */ <<done>> <<if _buypower lte 0>> <<replace #mallStore>> <<include "M000 - Mall_Shopping">> <</replace>> <</if>> <</done>> <</widget>> /* Usage */ /* Display Speech bubble with headshot and HeadshotName <<speech "HeadShot.png">> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display speech bubble with both Custom Name and headshot: <<speech "FFriend.png" $CC.FName>> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Speech Bubble with just Image: <<speech "MFriend.png">> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Speech bubble with just a Name: <<speech $CC.friend1>> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Player Speech Bubble <<speechPC>> Hi $CC.FName <</speech>> */ <<widget speech container>> <<set _imgFormats = [".png", ".jpg", ".jpeg", ".gif"]>> <<set _isImg = _args[0] && _imgFormats.some(substring => _args[0].includes(substring))>> <<set _headshot = _isImg ? _args[0] : false>> <<set _name = _headshot && _args[1] ? _args[1] : _args[0]>> <<if _name && _name.contains(".")>> <<set _name = _name.replace(".png", "").replace(".jpg", "").replace(".jpeg", "").replace(".gif", "")>> <<if _name == "MFriend">> <<set _name = $CC.FFName>> <<elseif _name == "FFriend">> <<set _name = $CC.FName>> <<elseif _name == "Mblackout">> <<set _name = $CC.MName>> <</if>> <</if>> <div class="chatBubble"> <<if _headshot>> <<headshot _headshot>> <</if>> <div class="speechContent"> <<if _name>> <div class="speakerName">_name:</div> <</if>> <div class="speechText"> _contents </div> </div> </div> <br/> <</widget>> <<widget speechPC container>> <div class="chatBubble playerSpeech"> <div class="speechContent"> <div class="speechText"> _contents </div> </div> </div> <br/> <</widget>> <<widget headshot>> <<set _imgPath = _args[0].indexOf(".jpg") >=0 ? "img/headshots/pixels/" : "img/headshots/" >> <<set $imgSrc = _imgPath + _args[0]>> /* Format of pixel art folder for Elle currently 1. img/headshots/black - All PNG 1. img/headshots/golden - All PNG 1. fair xxx black//blonde - jpg 1. fair xxx red - png 1. Olive xxx black//blonde - jpg 1. Olive xxx red - png */ <<if _args[0].startsWith("Elle")>> <<set _imgPath = "img/headshots/pixels/Elle/" + $CC.FSkin + "/" + $CC.Feyes + "/" + $CC.Fhair + "/">> <<if $CC.FSkin == "black" || $CC.FSkin == "golden" || $CC.FSkin == "fair" && $CC.Fhair == "red" || $CC.FSkin == "olive" && $CC.Fhair == "red">> <<set _fileEnding = ".png">> <<else>> <<set _fileEnding = ".jpg">> <</if>> <<set $imgSrc = _imgPath + $CC.FhairStyle + _fileEnding>> <</if>> <img class="headshot" @src="$imgSrc"> <</widget>> <<widget EROSCornerStamp>> <div class="stamped"> <div style="--rotation: 1.15deg; z-index: 1;"> <img src="img/EROS_stamp.png"> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget SexSkill>> <<set _skillCategories = []>> <<set _tempXp = _args[_args.length-1]>> <<for _skillType range _args>> <<capture _skillType>> <<if typeof _skillType == 'string'>> <<run _skillCategories.push(_skillType)>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<for _skillCategory range _skillCategories>> <<HandleSexSkill _skillCategory _tempXp>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget HandleSexSkill>> <<set _skillCategory = _args[0]>> <<set _xpToAdd = _args[1]> 0 ? _args[1] : 1>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_skillCategory]>> /*<<run console.log("Skill up for '" + _skillCategory + "' Adding " + _xpToAdd + " Experience" )>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience+=_xpToAdd>> /* Default our skill level and Exp requirements */ <<set _currLvl = 0>> <<set _expNeeded = 30>> /* Find if we have a level in this category. */ <<if $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level > 0>> <<set _currLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level>> <<set _currSkill = _skillOptions[_currLvl]>> <<set _expNeeded = _currLvl*50>> /*Hacky way of generating XP requirements. Level 3 is hardcoded out */ <</if>> /* Check if we have the max skill already, if not; add level 1 ! */ <<set _maxLvl = _skillCategory == 'flexibility' ? 2 : 3>> <<set _maxSkill = $Stats.SexSkills.find((skill) => skill == _skillOptions[_maxLvl])>> /*Helpful for debugging */ /*<<run console.log(`currLvl: ${_currLvl}, currXp:${$Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience}, expNeeded:${_expNeeded}`)>>*/ <<if !_maxSkill>> <<if $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience >= _expNeeded>> <<set _currLvl++>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level = _currLvl>> <<set _levelUpMessage = _skillCategory.splice(0,1,_skillCategory[0].toUpperCase()) + " Skill Level Up!">> <<NotificationPopup _levelUpMessage>> /*Prevent Duplicates */ <<if $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_currLvl]) == -1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_currLvl])>> <</if>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience -= _expNeeded>> <<set _expNeeded = _currLvl*50>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget retroAddSkillLvl>> <<set _skillToAdd = _args[0]>> <<set _skillSet = false>> <<set _tempSexSkillsList = setup.sexSkills>> <<for _category, _categoryObj range setup.sexSkills>> /*Loop over each skill in the Skills Object */ <<capture _category, _categoryObj, $Stats.SexSkills, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, setup.sexSkills, _categorySkillValues, _skillSet>> <<set _categorySkillValues = Object.values(_categoryObj);>> <<for _index, _skillString range _categorySkillValues >> <<capture _index, _skillString >> <<if _skillString == _skillToAdd>> /*<<run console.log("Found Skill Category:", _category)>>*/ /* Index starts at zero */ <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_category] = { level: (parseInt(_index) +1), experience: 0, }>> /*<<run console.log("Setting Skill Level to:", $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_category])>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillToAdd)>> <<set _skillSet = true>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<if _skillSet>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget SexSkillLvlReset>> <<set $Stats.SexSkills = []>> <<for _name, _skillCategory range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<set _skillCategory = {level: 0, experience:0 }>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name] = _skillCategory>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget StateSexSkillModifier>> <<set _debuff = _args[0] == -1 >> <<set _skillsToModify = ["anal", "oral", "handjob", "orgasm", "intercourse"]>> <<if _debuff>> /*Loop through all the Modifible Skill Categories and remove 1 skill each if applicable */ <<for _name range _skillsToModify>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<set _skillCategory = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name]>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 3; _i gt 0; _i-->> <<capture _i, _skillIndex>> <<set _skillIndex = $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i])>> <<if _skillIndex > -1>> <<set $Stats.SexSkills.splice(_skillIndex, 1)>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<else>> /* Else Buff all Modifible Skill Categories by 1 level*/ <<for _name range _skillsToModify>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<set _skillCategory = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name]>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 1; _i lt 4; _i++>> <<capture _i, _skillIndex>> <<set _skillIndex = $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i])>> <<if _skillIndex == -1 && _skillOptions[_i]>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_i])>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Updates the sex Skills list on the Cheats menu only */ /* <<replace "#sexSkills">> <<include "sexSkillDisplay" true>> <</replace>> */ <</widget>> <<widget SexSkillReset>> /*<<run console.log("Removing all Skills: "+ $Stats.SexSkills)>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkills = []>> <<for _name, _skillCategory range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<if _skillCategory.level > 0>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 1; _i lt 4; _i++>> <<capture _i>> <<if _skillCategory.level >= _i>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i]) == -1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_i])>> /*<<run console.log(`Adding ${_skillOptions[_i]} to skills`)>>*/ <</if>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> /* Updates the sex Skills list on the Cheats menu only */ /* <<replace "#sexSkills">> <<include "sexSkillDisplay" true>> <</replace>> */ <</widget>> <<widget DisplaySexSkillLevels>> <<set _enableCheats = _args[0]>> <<set _skillNames = Object.keys(State.variables.Stats.SexSkillLvls)>> <div id="SexSkillLevels" style="margin-left:20px;"> <<include "sexSkillDisplay">> <h3> __Skill Levels__ </h3> <<if _enableCheats>> <<button "Add 10 XP to 3 Random skills">> <<SexSkill _skillNames.random() _skillNames.random() _skillNames.random() 10>> <<replace #SexSkillLevels>> <<DisplaySexSkillLevels true>> <</replace>> <</button>> <br/> <<button "Reset all sex skills">> <<SexSkillLvlReset>> <<replace #SexSkillLevels>> <<DisplaySexSkillLevels true>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> <<for _skillCategory, _skillObj range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _skillCategory, _skillObj, _tempy>> <div @id="_skillCategory" class="SkillCard"> <<include "sexSkillLvlsDisplay">> </div> <br/> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget abortion>> <<set $Body.pregnant = false>> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <<set $Body.dayImpregnated = 0>> <</widget>> <<widget pregCheck>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _title>> <<set _age = _args[3] ? _args[3] : 24>> <<set _ethnicity = _args[4] ? _args[4] : "white">> <<if random(1, 100) lte $Body.fertility>> <<set _pregSuccess = true>> <<set $Body.pregnant = true>> <<set $Body.dayImpregnated = $HomeBase.days>> <<set $Body.pregnantBy.push({ name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption, age: _age, ethnicity: _ethnicity, dayImpregnated: $Body.dayImpregnated})>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget skinColorSelector>> <<set _skinOptions = {"White" : "white", "Golden" : "golden", "Black" : "black", "Fair" : "fair", "Olive" : "olive"}>> <div class="selector-group"> <label><b>Skin Color: </b> <<listbox "$Body.skin" autoselect>> <<optionsfrom _skinOptions>> <</listbox>> </label> <<include "ethnicitySelector" true>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget ovulationCheck>> /* ovulation check here against cycle? If its one of the three days prior to ovulation (highest risk), Claire starts the day <<aroused>> */ <<if $Body.daysUntilOvulation <= 3 >> <<state aroused>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget updatePersonality>> <<if $Personality.score == -setup.maxPersonalityScore>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Prude"]>> <<elseif $Personality.score == setup.maxPersonalityScore>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Slut"]>> <<elseif $Personality.score == 0>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Normal"]>> <<elseif $Personality.score >= 1>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Normal","Slut"]>> <<elseif $Personality.score <= -1>> <<set $Personality.traits = ["Prude","Normal"]>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget growPersonality>> <<if isNaN(_args[0])>> <<if _args[0].toLowerCase().contains("slut")>> <<set $Personality.score += 1>> <<else>>/* Assume Prude growth? */ <<set $Personality.score -= 1>> <</if>> <<else>> /* Argument is a number, just add/subtract it to the score */ <<set $Personality.score += _args[0]>> <</if>> /* Clamp score at the configured max */ <<set $Personality.score = Math.clamp($Personality.score, -setup.maxPersonalityScore, setup.maxPersonalityScore)>> <<updatePersonality>> <</widget>> <<widget cycleTracker>> /* Cycle tracking. Claire should know where she is in her cycle. I think it'd be great to have a ref in this dossier page for what she thinks it is. For example, if she's on birth control it would just always say 'Safe'. If she's not on BC, then it would be dependent on her cycle and her Discipline trait. Meaning if she's highly disciplined, it would be preeeetty fucking accurate but as the Discipline is lower, it's more variable. This could read like: Highly Fertile, Fertile, Probably Safe depending on where she is in her cycle and then accounting for Discipline. Figure like, Discipline 10 would be fully accurate, 0 would have an inaccuracy variance of 10ish days? I dunno, something like that. */ <div class="cycle-tracker"> <<if $Body.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>> <<set $Body.adjustedFertilityLevel = _fertilityLevels[_consideredFertilityLevel]>> <<hovertext "Accuracy varies based on Discipline stat">> __<<print _fertilityLevels[_consideredFertilityLevel]>>__ <</hovertext>> <</widget>> /* RPG finalFormQuiz (No Doll) */ <<widget RPGfinalFormQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0] >> /* Players already chose their chest size so randomized sizes and chest size selection are not required */ /* <<include "W - ChestSelection">> /* let players change their breast size if they choose Fantastic tis */ <div class="quizNoDoll"> <span id="finalFormText"> _contents </span> <div class="quiz-group onecolumn"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture $Stats.BodyTraits, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = $Stats.BodyTraits.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" @class="'quiz-choice ' + _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.variables.Stats.BodyTraits; const maxCount = State.variables.Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value; if(maxCount >1){ let textVar = "Top "+maxCount+" traits putting me in the spotlight:"; document.getElementById(`finalFormText`).textContent=textVar; } const traitMap = new Map([ ["Fantastic Tits", "tits"], ["Amazing Ass", "ass"], ["Striking Eyes", "eyes"], ["Perfect Smile", "smile"], ["Actor-level Bone Structure", "face"], ["Modelesque Legs", "legs"], ["An Ineffable Charm", "charm"], ["Smoky Voice", "voice"], ["Easy, Unwavering Fitness", "fit"] ]); for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ var hoverlist= ["Fantastic Tits","Modelesque Legs", "Actor-level Bone Structure"]; var beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ let traitName = traitMap.get(list[i]); if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitName) >= -1 ){ if (selected.indexOf(traitName) == -1){ selected.push(traitName); } beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(list[i]=="Fantastic Tits"){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`), 330); } setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`), 330); if(selected.length >= maxCount){ for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); } } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseover", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) == -1 ){ beingHovered.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); if(hoverlist.indexOf(list[i]) >=0){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`)); } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseout", function(e){ if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) >=0 ){ var idx =selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.splice(idx, 1); beingHovered=[]; setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`)); } })); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> /* Normal Final From Quiz (Doll Included) */ <<widget finalFormQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0] >> /* Randomize breast Size to show the doll */ <<set $Body.tits = either("small", "medium", "large", "extralarge", "huge") >> <<include "W - FinalFormDoll">> /* show the doll */ <<include "W - ChestSelection">> /* let players change their breast size if they choose Fantastic tis */ <div class="quizwDoll"> <span id="finalFormText"> _contents </span> <div class="quiz-group columns"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture $Stats.BodyTraits, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = $Stats.BodyTraits.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" @class="'quiz-choice ' + _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.variables.Stats.BodyTraits; const maxCount = State.variables.Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value; if(maxCount >1){ let textVar = "Top "+maxCount+" traits putting me in the spotlight:"; document.getElementById(`finalFormText`).textContent=textVar; } const traitMap = new Map([ ["Fantastic Tits", "tits"], ["Amazing Ass", "ass"], ["Striking Eyes", "eyes"], ["Perfect Smile", "smile"], ["Actor-level Bone Structure", "face"], ["Modelesque Legs", "legs"], ["An Ineffable Charm", "charm"], ["Smoky Voice", "voice"], ["Easy, Unwavering Fitness", "fit"] ]); for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ var hoverlist= ["Fantastic Tits","Modelesque Legs", "Actor-level Bone Structure"]; var beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ let traitName = traitMap.get(list[i]); if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitName) >= -1 ){ if (selected.indexOf(traitName) == -1){ selected.push(traitName); } beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(list[i]=="Fantastic Tits"){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#chestSelection">><<include "W - ChestSelection">><</replace>>`), 330); } setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`), 330); if(selected.length >= maxCount){ for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); } } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseover", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) == -1 ){ beingHovered.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); if(hoverlist.indexOf(list[i]) >=0){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`)); } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseout", function(e){ if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) >=0 ){ var idx =selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.splice(idx, 1); beingHovered=[]; setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`)); } })); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> /* Usgage CheckboxQuiz <ListOptions> <{#} Max Selections> <OnSelect function> <OnComplete function>*/ <<widget checkboxQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0]>> <<set _maxSelections = _args[1]>> <<set _selectedValues = _args[2]>> <div class="quiz"> _contents <div class="quiz-group columns"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture _selectedValues, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = _selectedValues.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" class="quiz-choice _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.temporary.selectedValues; const maxCount = State.temporary.maxSelections; const completeFunc = State.temporary.onComplete; for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ const choice = jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)); document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(list[i]) == -1 ){ selected.push(list[i]); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(selected.length == maxCount){ setTimeout(() => Scripting.evalTwineScript(completeFunc), 330); } } }); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> <<widget mixAndMatch>> <<set _dollEmptySlots = ["outfit", "hat", "glasses", "hair", "bra", "upper", "jacket", "accessory", "accessory2", "panties", "lower", "socks", "feet"]>> <<set _arrOfType = {}>> <div id="wardrobePage"> <div id="mixAndMatchBox"> <div id="mixAndMatchDoll"> <<set _doll["mixAndMatch"] = $doll>> <<Doll body mixAndMatch>> </div> <div id="mixAndMatchSelectors"> <<include mixAndMatchSelectors>> </div> <div id="mixAndMatchButtons"> <div class="mixAndMatchBtns"> <h4 class="mixAndMatchBtnTitle">Save outfit to:</h4> <<for _customLook range Object.keys($OutfitSaves)>> <<capture _customLook>> <<button _customLook>> <<set $OutfitSaves[_customLook] = _doll["mixAndMatch"]>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <div class="mixAndMatchBtns"> <h4 class="mixAndMatchBtnTitle">Put on outfit:</h4> <<for _customLook range Object.keys($OutfitSaves)>> <<capture _customLook>> <<button _customLook>> <<set _doll["mixAndMatch"] = Object.keys($OutfitSaves[_customLook]).length ? $OutfitSaves[_customLook] : setup.Outfits[_customLook]>> <<pantyAndBraCheck mixAndMatch>> <<set _currFit = _customLook>> <<set $currentOutfit = _currFit>> <<replace #mixAndMatchSelectors>> <<include mixAndMatchSelectors>> <</replace>> <<run Doll.refresh('mixAndMatch', 'body')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget earPiercings>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <div id="earBox"> <u>Ear piercings</u> <br><br> <div id="ears"> <<include ears>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget extraPiercings>> <div id="extraPiercingsBox"> <u>Extra piercings</u> <br><br> <div id="extraPiercingOpts"> <<include extraPiercings>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget tattoos>> /* Fullbody Tatto Reference: Ankle, Wrist, Mound, Sleeve, Thigh, Foot, Nape, Arm, LowerBack */ /* New FullBody Tatts: tat_ankledad, tat_anklespider, tat_armowl, tat_armskeleton, tat_footanarchy, tat_footrose tat_moundbutterfly, tat_mounddragon, tat_thighbutterflies, tat_thighsnake, tat_wristgrlpwr, tat_wristmom */ /* Closeup Tattos Reference: tat_ankle, tat_wrist, tat_mound, tat_arm, tat_thigh, tat_foot, tat_nape, (no Upper arm), tat_lowerback */ /* New Closeup Tatts: tat_ankledad, tat_anklespider, tat_wristgrlpwr, tat_wristmom, tat_moundbutterfly, tat_mounddragon tat_armowl, tat_armskeleton, tat_thighbutterflies, tat_thighsnake, tat_footanarchy, tat_footrose, tat_napedevilheart, tat_napehearts tat,lowerbacktribal, tat_lowerbackwings */ /* Fict: tat_angelnumber that is UNUSUED. This is for behind the ears. IDK where we plan to use. Ask Cassie */ <<set _posArr = ["Neck", "Arm", "Hand", "Thigh", "Butt", "Foot", "Pussy", "Ear"]>> <<set _lockedArr = []>> <<for _item range _posArr>> <<if ndef $Body.tattooStyle[_item]>> <<run $Body.tattooStyle[_item] = "">> <<elseif $Body.tattooStyle[_item].length > 0>> <<run _lockedArr.pushUnique(_item)>> <</if>> <</for>> /* Have tons of closeup tattoos... 7 positions. */ <div class="ear-piercings"> <u>Tattoos</u> <br> <br> <div id="tattooBox" class="row"> <<include tattoos>> </div> </div> <div id="tattoo-choices"> <<include tattooFollowUpText>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget updateDollPath>> <<set $dollPath = SugarCube.settings.artHD ? "img/dollHD/" : "img/doll/">> <</widget>> <<widget statSheet>> <<set _isIntro = _args[0]>> <<if !_isIntro>> <<button "">> <<toggleclass "#overlay-top" "tuckedAway">> <<toggleclass "#overlay-top > button" "tuckedAway">> <<toggleclass "#statSheet" "hidden">> <</button>> <</if>> <div id="statSheet"> <div class="statTitle"> Skills </div> <<if _isIntro>> <div class="statTitle"> Traits </div> <</if>> <div class="statCol"> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <div class="statDiv"> <div> _skill </div> <div> <<= $Stats.Skills[_skill].value>> </div> </div> <</for>> </div> <<if !_isIntro>> <div class="statTitle"> Traits </div> <</if>> <div class="statCol"> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <div class="statDiv"> <div> _trait </div> <div> <<= $Stats.Traits[_trait].value>> </div> </div> <</for>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget layeredImage>> <<set _imgBasePath = "img/passage/" + _args[0]>> <<set _isFlat = ($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"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="_imgBasePath + '/hair_' + $Body.style + '_rim.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> </div> <</widget>> <<widget cameraFlash>> <<run function camFlash() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $('.flash') .show() .animate({opacity: 0.5}, 300) .fadeOut(300) .css({'opacity': 1}); }); }; camFlash(); >> <</widget>> <<widget homebaseDays>> <<if _args[0] == "++">> <<set $HomeBase.days ++>> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <<set $Body.tanLevel -= 10>> <</if>> <<elseif _args[0] == "+=">> <<set $HomeBase.days += _args[1]>> <<if $Body.tanLevel > 0>> <<set $Body.tanLevel -= (10 * _args[1])>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $Body.tanLevel = Math.clamp($Body.tanLevel, 0, 100)>> <</widget>> /* -------------------------------------- */ /* Do NOT add new widgets below this line */ /* -------------------------------------- */
<<for _index, _ear range _ears>> <<capture _ear>> <<set _earSrc = $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'ear'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'ear'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _cartilageSrc = $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'cartilage'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'cartilage'] + '.png') : ''>> <div @id="_ear + 'Ear'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/ear.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <img @id="_ear + '-ear'" class="closeup" @src="_earSrc"> <img @id="_ear + '-cartilage'" class="closeup" @src="_cartilageSrc"> </div> <label> _ear Ear <br> <<set _earPiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['" + _ear.toLowerCase() + "ear']">> <span id="earListbox"> <<listbox _earPiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Single Hoop" "single">> <<option "Double Rings" "double">> <<option "Triple Studs" "triple">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <label> _ear Cartilage <br> <<set _cartilagePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['" + _ear.toLowerCase() + "cartilage']">> <<listbox _cartilagePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Industrial" "industrial">> <<option "Helix" "helix">> <<option "Tragus" "tragus">> <<option "Orbital Conch" "orbital">> <</listbox>> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleleftear").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleleftcartilage").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylerightear").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylerightcartilage").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >>
/* Use Pixel Art even if Dollpath is HD until HD art is implemented */ /* Fict: This needs to be updated so we don't need to manually add so many lines of code everytime lewd finishes a new piercing */ /* I see about 4 loops this could be transformed into so it doesn't need to be touched again */ <<set _mouthSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/mouth.png' >> <<set _tongueSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/tongue.png'>> <<set _navelSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/stomach.png'>> <<set _eyebrowSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/eyebrow.png'>> <<set _nippleSrc = $dollPath + 'closeup/nipple.png'>> <<set _tonguePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'tongue_' + $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _nosePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['nose'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'nose_' + $Body.piercingStyle['nose'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _septumPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['septum'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'septum_' + $Body.piercingStyle['septum'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _navelPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['navel'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'navel_' + $Body.piercingStyle['navel'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _eyebrowLPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowL'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'eyebrow_' + $Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowL'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _eyebrowRPiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowR'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'eyebrow_' + $Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowR'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _nipplePiercingSrc = $Body.piercingStyle['nipple'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/' + 'nipple_' + $Body.piercingStyle['nipple'] + '.png') : ''>> <div @id="'face_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_mouthSrc"> <img class="closeup" @src="_tongueSrc"> <img @id="'tongue' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_tonguePiercingSrc"> <img @id="'nose' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_nosePiercingSrc"> <img @id="'septum' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_septumPiercingSrc"> </div> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <label> Tongue <br> <<set _tonguePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['tongue']">> <span id="tongueListbox"> <<listbox _tonguePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <<option "Heart" "heart">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> <</if>> <label> Nose <br> <<set _nosePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['nose']">> <span id="noseListbox"> <<listbox _nosePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <<option "Ring" "ring">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> <label> Septum <br> <span id="septumListbox"> <<set _septumPiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['septum']">> <<listbox _septumPiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Open" "open">> <<option "Big" "big">> <<option "Small" "small">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> </div> <div @id="'navel_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_navelSrc"> <img @id="'navel' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_navelPiercingSrc"> </div> <label> Navel <br> <<set _navelPiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['navel']">> <span id="navelListbox"> <<listbox _navelPiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> </div> <div @id="'eyebrow_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" style="transform: scaleX(-1);" @src="_eyebrowSrc"> <img @id="'eyebrow' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_eyebrowLPiercingSrc"> </div> <label> Left Eyebrow <br> <<set _eyebrowLPiercingSrc = "$Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowL']">> <span id="eyebrowLListbox"> <<listbox _eyebrowLPiercingSrc autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> </div> <div @id="'eyebrow_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_eyebrowSrc"> <img @id="'eyebrow' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_eyebrowRPiercingSrc"> </div> <label> Right Eyebrow <br> <<set _eyebrowRPiercingSrc = "$Body.piercingStyle['eyebrowR']">> <span id="eyebrowRListbox"> <<listbox _eyebrowRPiercingSrc autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> </div> <div @id="'nipple_piercings'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="_nippleSrc"> <img @id="'nipple' + '-piercing'" class="closeup" @src="_nipplePiercingSrc"> </div> <label> Nipple <br> <<set _nipplePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['nipple']">> <span id="nippleListbox"> <<listbox _nipplePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Piercing" "piercing">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <br> </div> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyletongue").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylenose").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleseptum").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylenavel").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleeyebrowl").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleeyebrowr").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylenipple").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#extraPiercingOpts">><<include "extraPiercings">><</replace>><<run Doll.refresh()>>`); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >>
<<for _index, _pos range _posArr>> <<set _tatNames = []>> <<capture _pos>> <<switch _pos>> <<case Butt>> <<if _tattooOpts.includes("LowerBack")>> <<run _tatNames.push("LowerBack")>> <<run _tatNames.push("LowerBackTribal")>> <<run _tatNames.push("LowerBackWings")>> <<run _tatNames.push("LowerBackNoTry")>> <</if>> <<case Neck>> <<run _tatNames.push("Nape")>> <<run _tatNames.push("NapeDevilHeart")>> <<run _tatNames.push("NapeHearts")>> <<run _tatNames.push("NapeNomNom")>> <<case Arm>> <<if _tattooOpts.includes("Sleeve")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Sleeve")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ArmOwl")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ArmSkeleton")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ArmGenius")>> <</if>> <<case Thigh>> <<run _tatNames.push("Thigh")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ThighButterflies")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ThighSnake")>> <<run _tatNames.push("ThighFuckboy")>> <<case Pussy>> <<if _tattooOpts.includes("Mound")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Mound")>> <<run _tatNames.push("MoundButterfly")>> <<run _tatNames.push("MoundDragon")>> <<run _tatNames.push("MoundDinoLick")>> <</if>> <<case Hand>> <<run _tatNames.push("Wrist")>> <<run _tatNames.push("WristGrlpwr")>> <<run _tatNames.push("WristMom")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Wrist1Up")>> <<case Foot>> <<run _tatNames.push("Ankle")>> <<run _tatNames.push("AnkleDad")>> <<run _tatNames.push("AnkleSpider")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Foot")>> <<run _tatNames.push("FootAnarchy")>> <<run _tatNames.push("FootRose")>> <<run _tatNames.push("AnkleRodent")>> <<run _tatNames.push("FootInvader")>> <<case Ear>> /* Only accessoble from In-game events <<run _tatNames.push("Ear")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Legendary")>> */ <<run _tatNames.push("EarWeb")>> <<run _tatNames.push("JollyRoger")>> <</switch>> <<if _tatNames.length > 0>> <<set _tatSrc = $Body.tattooStyle[_pos] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/tattoo_' + $Body.tattooStyle[_pos].toLowerCase() + '.png') : "">> <<set _tatSDSrc = $Body.tattooStyle[_pos] ? ("img/doll/closeup/tattoo_" + $Body.tattooStyle[_pos].toLowerCase() + ".png") : "">> <<set _tatOnErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='" + _tatSDSrc + "'" >> <div @class="'tattoo-' + _pos" style="display: inline-block; width:128px;"> /* Doll Display */ <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/' + _pos.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <img @id="_pos.toLowerCase() + '-tattoo'" class="closeup" @src="_tatSrc" @onerror="_tatOnErr"> </div> /* Dropdown below Doll */ <label> _pos <br> <<set _tatOpts = { None: "" }>> <<for _tatName range _tatNames>> <<run _tatOpts[_tatName] = _tatName>> <</for>> <<set _stringTat = "$Body.tattooStyle['" + _pos + "']">> <<listbox _stringTat autoselect>> <<optionsfrom _tatOpts>> <</listbox>> </label> </div> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents(pos) { $(document).ready(function (ev) { let posOG = pos; pos = pos.toLowerCase(); let tatID = "#listbox-bodytattoostyle" + pos; if (SugarCube.State.temporary.lockedArr.includes(posOG)) { $(tatID).prop("disabled", true); } else { $(tatID).on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(` <<replace "#tattooBox">><<include "tattoos">><</replace>> <<replace "#tattoo-choices">><<include "tattooFollowUpText">><</replace>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> `); }); } }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(_pos); >> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>>
<<set _tattArr = Object.values($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)>> */ /* Hack because how the hell did false get in the closet array anyway? Too lazy to figure out LOL */ <<set _allClothesMixAndMatch = $Closet.filter(fit => fit != false)>> <</if>> <<set _outfitToCompare = _currFit || $currentOutfit>> /* Set the index based on where our current fit is in the array. */ <<if _type === "outfit">> <<set _currFitIdx = _allClothesMixAndMatch.indexOf(_outfitToCompare)>> <<else>> <<if ndef _arrOfType[_type]>> <<set _arrOfType[_type] = [...new Set(_allClothesMixAndMatch.map(item => setup.Outfits[item][_type]))] || []>> <</if>> <<set _currFitIdx = _arrOfType[_type].indexOf(_doll["mixAndMatch"][_type])>> /* Hacks that must remain until we figure out a better way to handle Braless and Panties overall */ <<if _type == "bra" || _type == "panties">> <<if _doll["mixAndMatch"][_type] == "bra" || ["bikini", "thong"].includes(_doll["mixAndMatch"][_type])>> <<set _currFitIdx = 0>> <<elseif _currFitIdx == -1>> <<set _currFitIdx = 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Move to the next item, forwards or backwards */ /* Filter here so we can't see the hometown Accessory sets while scrolling through outfits */ <<set _targetArr = _type === "outfit" ? _allClothesMixAndMatch.filter(item => !['necklaceVancleef', 'AL', 'NO', 'NY', 'LA', 'WA'].includes(item)) : _arrOfType[_type]>> <<if _clickForward>> <<set _currFitIdx ++>> <<set _currFitIdx %= _targetArr.length>> <<else>> <<set _currFitIdx -->> <<if _currFitIdx < 0>> <<set _currFitIdx = _targetArr.length - 1 >> <</if>> <</if>> /* Set our doll to the intended fit, could be a custom fit as well. */ <<if _type === "outfit">> <<set _targetFit = _allClothesMixAndMatch[_currFitIdx]>> <<if ["sleepwear", "default", "prostitution", "goingOut"].includes(_targetFit) && Object.keys($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')>> <<isWearingPanties>>
<div class="finalFormBreasts" id='chestSelection'> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <br/> When all was said and done, I had developed quite a pair, if I did say so myself. I was incredibly proud of my <<listbox "$Body.tits" autoselect>> <<option "tiny little A's" "small">> <<option "perky, nice B's" "medium">> <<option "tight but large C's" "large">> <<option "heavy, but bouncy D's" "extralarge">> <<option "bras all disagreed, but everyone agreed they were massive" "huge">> <</listbox>> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $("#listbox-bodytits").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >> <<else>> <br/> When the changes settled down, genetics had left me <<print $Body.tits>> chested. <</if>> </div>
<div id='finalFormDoll'> /*Start Doll */ <div class="finalFormDoll"> <<set _layout = "body">> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<set _shirtSize = '_' + $Body.tits>> <<set _slimBody = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs") ? "slim_" : "">> <<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>> /* (Fict) Lots being set here because it's where preset characters start! This should be in the preset files tbh, not here. */ <<set $CC.showDoll = true>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique($CC.hometown)>> <<if SugarCube.settings.hometownAcc>> <<set setup.Outfits.default = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits.basic)>> <<switch $CC.hometown>> <<case AL>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.feet = "shoes_cowboyboots">> <<case NO>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.hat = "hat_cowboyBrown">> <<case NY>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.accessory = "accessory_choker">> <<case LA>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.accessory = "anklet_surfer">> <<case WA>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.glasses = "glasses_hipster">> <</switch>> <<else>> <<set setup.Outfits.default = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits.basic)>> <</if>> /* Can't use Stats widget here because it only targets exp post Act-I LOL */ /* Skill/Trait Limitations - Act I All Skill caps are removed. .xp is rendered as immediate skill-ups if they meet the requirements. */ <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Pill">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>> <</if>> <<if $Personality.score == 0>> /*Set Personality to Easiness - Sophistication to Start Act 1 */ <<set $Personality.score = $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<updatePersonality>> <</if>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Act I<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>Spying for Dummies<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<if previous() is "UN012 - Commencement2" || $Skip?.skipToManilla>> <<include "ACTI003 - Manila Arrival">> <<else>> <<if Array("HS013 - SexLeveling", "HS012 - LifeChoices", "GY010 - Home", "GY011 - Bacc", "PG003 - HomeVign4", "PG001 - Decisions").includes(previous()) || $Skip?.bond>> <<outfit bond>> It was time for daughter to emulate mother. Cue music! <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_verse1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <br><br> <<else>> <<outfit default>> <</if>> I had given it lots of thought. I had fought the demons that came easily from within. But the fear of the unknown had quickly been outstripped by the fear of the known. I couldn't stand this bullshit anymore. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>> Not a word was spoken about what I was up to. 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. <<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> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Yeah?"<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Yeah?"<</speech>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Yeah?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Hey--"<</speechPC>> I was caught short, he was trying to hide drying his eyes, <<speechPC>>"Uh. Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"No, no, no. What's up, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"No, no, no. What's up, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"No, no, no. What's up, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"I...uh--I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to go."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"You too?"<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"You too?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"You too?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"It's different, <<print $CC.DName>>. Don't gimme that."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Right as I might have been, the moisture in his eyes still expressed the pain I had inflicted. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Okay."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Okay."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Okay."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"It's not like I'm going to //disappear//."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I know."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I know."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"I know."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"I just, can't do ''this'' anymore. So, I can either do this __with__ you or on my own."<</speechPC>> He nodded, not understanding, but not about to send me away. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"With me? How."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"With me? How."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"With me? How."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Got anywhere that I could go?"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, looking down at his knees. He wiped his hands against them and stood. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Sure."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Sure."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Sure."<</speech>><</if>> He motioned. <<link "I followed.">><<replace "#dad">> <br><br> The chair squeaked as he sat down, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">><</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><</if>> The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Practiced movements, he navigated the clutter with ease. A couple folders expanded, his email flipped up onto the monitor -- it was surprisingly organized. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><</if>> <<hover>>[[the Philippines|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]<<tip>>Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element.<</hover>>? <br><br> He leaned back in the chair, watching me as I decided. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">><</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<</speech>><</if>> He squeezed my hand with a pained smile. <br> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<path>> Dig through my Mom's shit and see if I could find some clues? Go after her myself? Was that crazy? Some //agency// had told me she had disappeared. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> Into the office I went. My heart pounded in my chest, listening intently to ensure I didn't hear him coming. <br><br> Into the drawers. Travel agency bullshit. Itineraries. Medical records. Old finger paintings -- why did they keep these? They aren't even recognizable as...a turkey? /* IMAGE (Needed): Drawers filled with papers and records. A mess of nothing of consequence. <<image framed "passage/DrawersMess.png">> */ Nothing of hers. Nothing? No passport. No itinerary. Not even tax or medical records. And certainly not shitty childhood drawings. <br><br> I almost slammed the drawers shut in frustration. I dropped into the office chair with a squeak, spinning in it slowly as I looked around the room. I could tear the place apart, but probably when <<if $CC.dad == 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; $ACTI.search = 2]] false>> <<hover>> Reference to Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3; $ACTI.search = 1]] false>> <<hover>> Another to Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1; $ACTI.search = 3]]>> <<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>> <</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. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> I put as much threat into my voice as I could. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/act1.luggage.png">> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom looked at me puzzled, <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"You're...leaving too?"<</speech>> I felt bad for him. He'd stepped in to fill the massive void that had appeared in my life.<<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">>He looked puzzled, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"You're...leaving too?"<</speech>> There was a tightness in <<print $CC.DName>>'s voice, restraint of the emotions that he was feeling.<<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"You...just going to...leave, too?"<</speech>> There was a tightness in <<print $CC.DName>>'s voice, restraint of the emotions that he was feeling.<</if>> Somehow the pain he was experiencing just offended me, rather than soften me. <<speechPC>>"Looks like it, doesn't it.<</speechPC>>" Flipping the case closed, I patted it with finality. Silent, he moved over and sat on my bed unbidden. <br><br> It had been so close: my room was clean, I had just finished packing and was resolving to head out. He wasn't stopping me, which was its own kind of infuriating, but...what was he doing? <<speechPC>>"Hey. I feel like you've kept a fuck-ton from me. Like...how long has Nate been around? What has Mom been up to?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded at each one, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Fair. All fair."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Fair. All fair."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Fair. All fair."<</speech>><</if>> He sighed. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"And...you're right. We were waiting to tell you until you had graduated. Adulthood and whatnot. But the real answers I don't really know. Nate would be the best one to ask."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"And...you're right. We were waiting to tell you until you had graduated. Adulthood and whatnot. But the real answers I don't really know. Nate would be the best one to ask."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"And...you're right. We were waiting to tell you until you had graduated. Adulthood and whatnot. But the real answers I don't really know. Nate would be the best one to ask."<</speech>><</if>> I let my dissatisfaction sit pregnant in the air. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Where are you going anyway?"<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Where are you going anyway?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Where are you going anyway?"<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> It was a fucking great question. I hadn't gotten that far. Your move, <<print $CC.name>>. <div id="caught"> <<crossroads #caught>> <<path>> Call the bluff and see what I can sus out from Nate? <<contents>> <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. <<speechPC>>"This really how the government spends its resources?"<</speechPC>> We sat, idling in front of my house. I wasn't looking at him. <<speech "Nate.png">>"This is not...normal."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No. It's //not//. You're behaving like I'm on suicide watch or something. Like I'm some vital US asset in danger, under witness protection or some bullshit--"<</speechPC>> I was using the fictions that I had seen as a way to put some sort of context to how I felt, even though I knew they were fictions. So I'd keep spouting them until I got the truth from him. Why were they treating me this way? Why did it seem like I was special? Or scary? Or weak? Because it felt like they were saying all of them at once. <<speech "Nate.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. <<if $CC.mom == 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."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Witness protection. For real."<</speechPC>> I finally looked at him. Scowling. Incredulous. <br><br> He sighed and set his jaw, now switching roles to be the one looking out the windshield, <<speech "Nate.png">>"I told you. I'm your Minder. But there's more to it than that. I've been waiting for the go-ahead for something else."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And do you have it?"<</speechPC>> <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. <<speech "Nate.png">>"No. I don't. That's all I can say."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): a piece of paper on the car console. Like a plane ticket or something. <<image framed "passage/act1.ticket.png">> */ I grasped the paper and tried to tuck it against my body as I jerked out of the car. Far from elegant or crafty, but I think I understood. He was sending me a message and it was in the thing I had folded in the palm of my hand. I might have an answer! <br><br> I slammed the door and rushed to my room, wary about where I looked at it. I peeked out the window and his Volvo was gone. I wondered if he just parked back on the street. I went and hid in my closet, knees and feet nudging the packed suitcase to make room for me. I didn't dare use my phone for light. With just the barest crack in the door, I unfolded the thick, slightly slick and weirdly-shaped paper. I frowned, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. <br><br><br> It was a airplane ticket to [[Manila|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]. <<path>> Take the goodwill I had earned and ask <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> to help me go. Wherever. Just go. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<speechPC>>"I...honestly don't know. I just feel like, I need to...go."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Running doesn't solve everything -- or anything, in my experience."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Running doesn't solve everything -- or anything, in my experience."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Running doesn't solve everything -- or anything, in my experience."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Didn't stop <<print $CC.MName>>, did it?"<</speechPC>> A wry smile. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I understand."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I understand."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"I understand."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"I made my decision."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I understand."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I understand."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"I understand."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"You aren't going to change my mind, <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I understand, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I understand, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"I understand, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Got anywhere that I could go?"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, looking down at his knees. He wiped his hands against them and stood. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Sure."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Sure."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Sure."<</speech>><</if>> The chair squeaked as he sat down, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell."<</speech>><</if>> The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Practiced movements, he navigated the clutter with ease. A couple folders expanded, his email flipped up onto the monitor -- it was surprisingly organized. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Okay. How do you feel about..."<</speech>><</if>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]] false>> <<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>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]] false>> <<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>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <</crossroads>> <br> He leaned back in the chair, watching me as I decided. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.DName == "Arvin">>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<<speech "Arvin.png">><</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun."<</speech>><</if>> He squeezed my hand with a pained smile. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</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, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Livvy">>"Oh, hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Okay, she seemed less than interested with my arrival. <<speechPC>>"So, uh, weird request. Stuck with anything that I might be able to use? Ya know, extras--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Livvy">>"Uh, sure, probably. For two of you, yeah?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Two? Yeah."<</speechPC>> I figured it was best to just ditch the other ticket than try and lie my way into a single ticket. <<speech "Livvy">>"How'd'ya feel about...:"<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]] false>> <<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>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]] false>> <<hover>> Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$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, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Livvy">>"Oh, hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, uh, weird request. Stuck with anything that I might be able to use? Ya know, extras--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Livvy">>"Uh, sure, probably. For two of you, yeah?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Two? Yeah."<</speechPC>> I figured it was best to just ditch the other ticket than try and lie my way into a single ticket. <<speech "Livvy">>"How'd'ya feel about..."<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]] false>> <<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>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]] false>> <<hover>> Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$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. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Ups and downs, to be honest."<</speech>> He continued, tossing the controller away and coming to give me a proper greeting and hug, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like a...commercial break? It was fun, and just like...completely different. So that was cool."<</speechPC>> 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 <<print $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. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"So, 'nother commercial break for ya?"<</speech>> Drew jibed over his shoulder at me. <<speechPC>>"Not so much a commercial. Might be like a prestige drama on HBO."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"What the fuck does //that// mean?"<</speech>> Drew actually turned to frown at me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"She's //leaving//, leaving."<</speech>> Ethan squeaked from his corner. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"No she isn't."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> shooed the idea away. <<speechPC>>"He's right."<</speechPC>> The tightness in my throat made saying it harder, even though the cat was out of the bag, <<speechPC>>"I need to...find my Mom."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh."<</speech>> Ethan dropped his controller. The clatter left the garage quiet except for the insipid game music. They stared at me. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, so."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"But...like. Why?"<</speech>> Andrew was incredulous. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speech "Andrew.png">>"Dude. College is //amazing//! You gotta go."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Andrew.png">>"College is a //blast//."<</speech>><</if>> I dropped down on the couch, the emotional weight and exhaustion of my decision suddenly hitting me like a brick. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, ''enjoy'' it. Enjoy it //for// me. Look, this is going to sound absolutely //insane//--"<</speechPC>> I filled them in. They were rapt. I was thankful that they knew me as well and as long as they had. They could fill in the blanks and understand the conclusion I had come to. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So uh. Wow."<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Crazy."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Fucking. //''sucks''//."<</speech>> We sat on the couch together in silence. Then, Ethan -- always the one lacking decorum, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, where you going?"<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> <<speechPC>>"Call it synchronicity or coincidence, but...Manila? There's this part of my brain that won't let go of this fight ''years'' ago where she was going there. And it was an option...so."<</speechPC>> <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> <<speechPC>>"Thailand sounded fun, to be honest. Kinda like...fringe. The opposite of all of this," I made a hand motion at the life we lived, "Plus, I hear they've got some...//unique// clubs. So, the party scene's crazy."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't want to make //too// big of a change, to be honest. And I haven't seen like the Baltic...so Tallinn? Don't know anything about it, really, but it was a place to go in Europe."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> didn't seem to care anything about the where, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Will...you be coming back?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Before August? Or like...ever?"<</speechPC>> I tried to make it into a joke, <<speechPC>>"I'm //not// my Mom."<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Kinda...feels like it, though?" That stung. "Oh. Not your Mom...the ever thing."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"And the Mom thing too."<</speech>> Ethan. Fucking Ethan. <<speechPC>>"It's a one-way. For now. We'll see. Okay?"<</speechPC>> I leaned over and gave <<print $CC.friend1>> a peck on the cheek. 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, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Lemme give you a ride to the airport."<</speech>> Oh, <<link "Ethan">><<replace "#ethan">> He shuddered with the sighing release, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'm going to fucking miss you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"God. Yeah. You can't imagine how fucking scared I am right now."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"It was not cool them icing you like that. You're one of us."<</speech>> His hand dropped to my knee. <<speechPC>>"No. But...I get it."<</speechPC>> I sighed, too. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"<<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."<</speech>> There was a look in his eyes and tone in his voice that made it undeniable he was referencing the 'goodbye'. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"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..."<</speech>> He looked off, but his hand hadn't moved, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"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."<</speech>> 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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You've got a lot in front of you, but I figured...you might need some reciprocation..."<</speech>> He leaned over, offering an awkward kiss as he tried to pay attention to the road as well. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - EthanSex]] $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")|| $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> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> And as I had that revelation, I was standing in front of <<print $CC.friend1>> with my roller bag. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speech "MFriend.png">>"I don't think you understand the timing of semesters, <<print $CC.name>>...I mean, we could teach you, since we're the experts now..."<</speech>> He laughed off his confusion with a joke, but I could tell he had no clue what was going on.<<else>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"College isn't for months, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He laughed off the confusion with a joke, but I could tell he had no idea what was going on.<</if>> Moving past him, I saw the other two lounging as if they were on easy street. They were. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>Any fears of what to expect from college were now dispelled. They had the next three years laid out in front of them. <<else>>The stress of the past //thirteen// years was suddenly over. No one really knew what to expect next (except sex and alcohol).<</if>> It must have been easy to relax. For them. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, well. That's cuz...I'm not going."<</speechPC>> <br><br> They all laughed. <br><br> Andrew rolled his eyes. Ethan waved me off like a fly. <<print $CC.friend1>> chuckled, but I could see our life-long bond had him starting to put the pieces together. I flashed my ticket, waving it back at Ethan with a bit more mockery than I had intended. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh."<</speech>> Ethan dropped his controller. The clatter left the garage quiet except for the insipid game music. They stared at me. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, so."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"But...like. Why?"<</speech>> Andrew was incredulous. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speech "Andrew.png">>"Dude. College is //amazing//! You gotta go."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Andrew.png">>"College is going to be a blast."<</speech>><</if>> I dropped down on the couch, the emotional weight and exhaustion of my decision suddenly hitting me like a brick. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, you should enjoy it. You ''will'' enjoy it. Look, this is going to sound absolutely //insane//--" <</speechPC>> I filled them in. They were rapt. I was thankful that they knew me as well and as long as they had. They could fill in the blanks and understand the conclusion I had come to. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So uh. Wow."<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Crazy."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Fucking. //''sucks''//."<</speech>> We sat on the couch together in silence. Then, Ethan -- always the one lacking decorum, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, where you going?"<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> <<speechPC>>"Call it synchronicity or coincidence, but...Manila? There's this part of my brain that won't let go of this fight ''years'' ago where she was going there. And it was an option...so."<</speechPC>> <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> <<speechPC>>"Thailand sounded fun, to be honest. Kinda like...fringe. The opposite of all of this," I made a hand motion at the life we lived, "Plus, I hear they've got some...//unique// clubs. So, the party scene's crazy."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't want to make //too// big of a change, to be honest. And I haven't seen like the Baltic...so Tallinn? Don't know anything about it, really, but it was a place to go in Europe."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> didn't seem to care anything about the where, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Will...you be coming back?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Before August? Or like...ever?"<</speechPC>> I tried to make it into a joke, <<speechPC>>"I'm //not// my Mom."<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Kinda...feels like it, though?" That stung. "Oh. Not your Mom...the ever thing."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"And the Mom thing too."<</speech>> Ethan. Fucking Ethan. <<speechPC>>"It's a one-way. For now. We'll see. Okay?"<</speechPC>> I leaned over and gave <<print $CC.friend1>> a peck on the cheek. <<if $HS.promDate == "Friend">> He turned and we were mouth to mouth. I kinda melted. My body was craving affection, touch, care. I could <<linkexpand "make out">> I started making out with him. <br><br> I wasn't paying attention to the room but I bet it was awkward as we were grabbing at each other with our tongues down each other's throats. I'm pretty sure he broke the kiss first, there were tears in his eyes. It was then that I read the room. Andrew was shocked. Ethan was rock hard and his eyes were devouring me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh, wow. I'll take one of those goodbyes."<</speech>> I could practically feel the heat coming off of him and the tension in his voice. <br><br> <div id="escalate"> <<set $PG.boysSex = true>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<crossroads #escalate>> <<path>> 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> /* Clothes (Needed): Pushed up default top */ //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>> 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") || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> <<crossroads #sex>> <<path>> Release right now would be...great. <<contents>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> <<set $fuckedBoys = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<liftUpDress>> <<panties>> /* Clothes (Needed): Panties pulled to thighs or knees */ 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. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Cu-cumming."<</speech>> Came Ethan. And then he <<linkexpand "did.">> 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. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Fuck. You're //that// good?"<</speech>> 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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Show me."<</speech>> 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, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Swallow. Good girl."<</speech>> I was still gulping down the viscousness as he was putting my mouth on Andrew. <br><br> <<include "ACTI001 - The Boys_Fertile">> <</linkexpand>> <<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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I got first."<</speech>> Announced Ethan and suddenly I wasn't being eaten out anymore. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Bullshit."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Throw you for it."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Fine."<</speech>> 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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Fine. Seconds."<</speech>> And he pulled my head up firmly and guided me to Andrew. <br><br> <<include "ACTI001 - The Boys_Fertile">> <</if>> <<path>> But not smart. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">><<if $Body.undies is "Thongs">><<panties "panties_thong">><<else>><<panties "panties_simple">><</if>><</if>> 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">> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">><<if $Body.undies is "Thongs">><<panties "panties_thong">><<else>><<panties "panties_simple">><</if>><</if>> <<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 ++>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">><<if $Body.undies is "Thongs">><<panties "panties_thong">><<else>><<panties "panties_simple">><</if>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, whoah, whoah. Fuck. Heh, uh. Awkward. Okay. Going now."<</speechPC>> I could feel the disappointment and frustration bubbling inside him, so I moved off the couch quickly. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it."<</speechPC>> I had no idea if that was true.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">><<if $Body.undies is "Thongs">><<panties "panties_thong">><<else>><<panties "panties_simple">><</if>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, whoah, whoah. Fuck. Heh, uh. Awkward. Okay. Going now."<</speechPC>> I could feel the disappointment and frustration bubbling inside him, so I moved off the couch quickly. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it."<</speechPC>> I had no idea if that was true.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> </div> <<path>> the rest of me was ''reasonable''. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speechPC>>"Ha, ha. Funny."<</speechPC>> I rolled my eyes. Andrew did too. I leaned over and gave him light one on the cheek, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it."<</speechPC>> I had no idea if that was true.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it."<</speechPC>> I had no idea if that was true.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'll take one of those, too."<</speech>> Laughed Ethan. I rolled my eyes and gave him light kiss, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>><<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it."<</speechPC>> I had no idea if that was true.<<else>><<speechPC>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<face ahego runny>> <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"You got some fucking condoms, right?"<</speechPC>> I panted out while licking slowly at Andrew's engorged meat. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh. No. You're not...?"<</speech>> I shook my head, Ethan sighed. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"<<print $CC.friend1>>?"<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You want me to go //inside// right now? Just grab some condoms in front of my ''Mom''?"<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"There's pullout game..."<</speech>> chuckled Ethan. Oh, of //course//. He'd had //so// much practice at that. <<skillChecked "Risky">> <<skillChecked "SexSKills, Kinks and Previous Choices">> <<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." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<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." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> 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. 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]]. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<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 <<linkexpand "together.">> <<face ahego>> together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <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 $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<addBody "Ethan" M "Ethan, as a garage goodbye" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> 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 <<linkexpand "together.">> <<face ahego>> 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. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<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, <<speechPC>>"Jesus."<</speechPC>> 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 $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <</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>>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 <<linkexpand "together.">> <<face ahego>> together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray 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 $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<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 <<linkexpand "together.">> <<face ahego>> 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. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<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 $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ha. Right."<</speechPC>> 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." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <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." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <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. <<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. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray pussy1>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> 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 $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<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 <<linkexpand "together.">> <<face ahego>> together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <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 $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> 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 <<linkexpand "together">> <<face ahego>> together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me <<cumSpray mouth1>> 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. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<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, <<speechPC>>"Jesus."<</speechPC>> 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 $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <</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>>there<</shake>> it was. When I came down, gasped in surprise with an unceremonious tugging free from my pussy. He had finished, too. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> 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]]. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<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, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Take it,"<</speech>> He declared as he got there before I did. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<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> <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<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]]. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I finished off Andrew. We came <<linkexpand "together.">> <<face ahego>> together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray 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|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<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 <<linkexpand "together.">> <<face ahego>> together, my mouth being filled as the climax <<cumSpray mouth1>> pulsed through me and I felt Ethan's copious and viscous load spraying against my slit and mound -- close enough I hoped. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<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 $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> What the ''fuck'' did I just do?! These were the ones who knew me best. Who knew I only liked //women// -- how would they do that to me? <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): Legs up in the air in the backseat of a car <<image framed "passage/act1.legs_backseat.png">> */ <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> <<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>> <<liftUpDress>> <<face shock>> <<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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Shit, the road. S-sorry!"<</speech>> He was laughing and simply from looking at him I could tell he and I were experiencing the same things. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Let me just..."<</speech>> 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 with the insistence of his other, wet hand I went down on him. 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, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"N-nuhuh. Too fast. Just...hold still."<</speech>> 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, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"God, you're gorgeous. Get back there."<</speech>> 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 <<linkexpand "top up">> top up /* TODO Askew default top */ <<upper>> <<pullBra>> 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 <<linkexpand "the hilt">> 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>> <<speechPC>>"F-fuck, condom, Ethan."<</speechPC>> I squeaked out. <br><br> He shook his head, already thrusting, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Don't. Have any. I'll try."<</speech>> He grunted, eyes half-closing. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"to pull--"<</speech>> 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 <<linkexpand "cumming.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray pussy2 mound5 thighs2>> cumming. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh. F-fuck. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> 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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"God. I've waited so long for that."<</speech>> 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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh shit, sorry...nothing to clean that up with."<</speech>> 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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Lemme get your bag."<</speech>> 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. I pulled down my <<linkexpand "top again">> top again <<restoreLook>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray pussy2 mound5 thighs2>> <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, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"It's okay. It'll be okay. I'll see you soon."<</speech>> 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 "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Pity fuck...pitying myself now. I'd just given myself so willingly to that little sweaty creep. Why? <<shake>>Why?!<</shake>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI001-EthanDeny.png">> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel -->> 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. <<speechPC>>"Ethan. The r-road."<</speechPC>> A quick excuse. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh, right. S-sorry."<</speech>> 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, <<speechPC>>"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."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yeah. You better."<</speech>> Another laugh. <<speechPC>>"Promise."<</speechPC>> The car had pulled up to the terminal and, carefully, I gave him a peck on the cheek. <<speechPC>>"Thank you for the ride, it means a lot to me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"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."<</speech>> <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>> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> Not having to pay for my ticket freed a bit of money for the unexpected. That whole event had been unexpected and not the goodbye I had been seeking out. As distance and time from it grew, the less of a good idea it had seemed, especially as I was swallowing down the emergency contraceptive in the bathroom of the terminal. Well, what better way to avoid and ignore a problem besides put a few thousand miles between you and it? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> <<skillChecked "Hometown">> Maybe Nate had other people working with him. Maybe it hadn't been Nate. But if it was -- and that's all I could bank on right now -- I hadn't seen anything of him on my way to <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>JFK<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>BHM<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>LAX<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>SEA<<elseif $CC.hometown == "NO">>Denver International -- it was a trip, but I had time now.<</if>> And through security, nothing. I couldn't shake the feeling that it just wasn't my skill set, that maybe I was out of my depth and I was being ridiculous thinking I could slip whatever agency my Mom had worked for. I hadn't even known about them. <br><br> <</if>> I settled into my seat at the gate, taking stock of everything and just taking a deep breath. It looked like it was going to be a packed flight, the odd assortment of business travelers, and the rest seemed to be buzzing with the anticipation of an upcoming vacation. I wondered where I fell. I certainly didn't have any business to conduct. I //was// getting away -- maybe I could consider this a vacation. A hiatus. A sabbatical. <br><br> Pulling up my texts, I saw the ream that had come through from <<print $CC.FName>> -- I'd been leaving her on read and that was not fair, especially now. <br><br> I snapped a cute pic. <<call>> <<Doll portrait>> Hey girl, sorry. Grad present from <<if $CC.dad == 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. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $CC.FName !== $HS.sigOther.name>> <br><br> She wasn't the only one that deserved at least a word from me: <<call>> "Hey. I should have told you before, but I'm leaving for a while. <br><br> This has nothing to do with you. Or us. Just me. <br><br> It's something I need to do. <br><br> I don't know when I'll be back, but I'll try to reach out when I can. Life's gonna get a bit crazy here for me. <br><br> Love you." <</call>> <<if visited("ACTI001 - EthanSex") || visited("PG002 - BoysSex") || visited("ACTI001 - The Boys_Fertile")>> I felt so shitty, given the past 24 hours. Everything I was doing felt like I was trying to blow 'us' up. <br><br> Maybe I was. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Swiping my messages away and hitting airplane mode, there was a pang of regret that this was so abrupt -- it would be <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>a massive leap into the unknown. Nothing like any trip I had taken before. <<else>>my first real big trip<</if>>. And alone. Resolving to have some fun when I got there, I popped earbuds in and scrolled through my playlist, nudged my roller bag between my knees and rested my head on the handlebar. Waiting for boarding to be called gave me some time to learn about my destination. Better now than never. <br><br> Last step was board. That was it. Then I'd be in [[Manila|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]].
<<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set $ACTI.cheatCount = 0>> <</if>> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> I got so many weird looks boarding and on the plane. Men as curious as hell about this girl in a tiny dress on their plane. Could they hit on me. Pick me up since I was locked in for hours with them? Thank god for my exhaustion, though, they never had a chance. If I had thought I was exhausted before...I actually fell asleep on the plane. It wasn't comfortable and my neck hurt like fuck when I was jolted awake by the landing, but I needed the rest. I needed to turn my brain off. I felt like I was being tossed around the world in the wake of my mother. <br><br> Nudged by a flight attendant from my slumber, I unconsciously fixed the short hem of my dress as consciousness retook me, my eyes tacky and bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration card sat in my lap, passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Manila. The city that had lived rent-free in my mind for most of my life. And now I would be meeting her. <<image framed "passage/manila.airplane.png">> It was a weird sensation. Like a deep-seated need to know, but also a fear of what the knowledge would bring. <br><br> Deplaning, I was given a wider berth than I was used too -- probably because of my odd outfit. And it was easy to get off a plane when you didn't have anything with you. Welp. Once again: now what. <br><br> It was an impressive terminal. If it weren't for the symbols for Philippine Peso and the multiple languages -- thank god it was a former US protectorate -- I would have had no idea that I was outside of the US. It was clean, it was bright, it was spacious. And it was fucking busy. <br><br> Peso. Right, new money. Spying an exchange kiosk I popped in my plastic and withdrew a couple hundred worth of Peso just in case. I didn't really know what things cost or if I'd be able to use my card. I pocketed it and turned away, as good to go as I could be at this point. <br><br> Utilizing the WiFi, I found new accommodations -- wondered if I'd be at these longer than the last. Well, at least these were __eleven__ dollars US. That made up for whatever loss on the last leg. A little. It was downtown and central to the 'scene'. It was a bit away, so I headed to ground transportation, looking for a way to get there. <br><br> No Uber. That's going to be something to get used to. I headed to the taxi line and got in a yellow cab. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Where going?"<</speech>> It was an approximation of English -- had heard worse //in// the US. <<speechPC>>"Uh, RedDoorz?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Where dat, chica?"<</speech>> His eyes in the reflection of the rear view peeking between my thighs. I dropped my palm between them, practiced. He sounded...Spanish? Interesting. I leaned forward, showing him where on my phone -- the WiFi of the airport was barely making it out this far. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Oh."<</speech>> He shrugged and I didn't know what to make of that, but he <<linkexpand "sped off.">> sped off. <<image framed "passage/manila.road.png">> <br> I grabbed the door handle, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he pressed through traffic with aggression. The drive took all of half an hour, but it gave me time to take in the city without distraction from my brick of a phone. <br><br> What was it about this place that had brought Mom here? It seemed like any other overpopulated eastern island nation. I definitely hadn't heard about it in the news besides some election stuff or a brief mention of the country in history class. <br><br> This //had// to have been where she disappeared. All the pieces were clicking into place. Did that mean it was dangerous? Did that mean I'd run into her like the other spies? Is that what they did, just like some BS James Bond 'accident'...but not at a craps table. <br><br> <br><br> Did I want to? <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Here you go."<</speech>> The cab stopped short and he motioned at a disheveled entry way underneath rickety scaffolding that indeed did say RedDoorz. <br><br><br> I passed him the Peso his meter indicated with some tip that he seemed surprised by, even got out of his vehicle to help me with the door -- and to see up my dress again, a second tip. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Have nice stay."<</speech>> And smiled at me as he got back in and sped off, leaving me in an alleyway where tarp flapped from its ties on the scaffolding piping. Well, no wonder it was [[eleven dollars|ACTI004 - NightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <<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. <<image framed "passage/manila.airplane.png">> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Manila. The city that had lived rent-free in my mind for most of my life. And now I would be meeting her. <br><br> It was a weird sensation. Like a deep-seated need to know, but also a fear of what the knowledge would bring. <br><br> <<skillChecked "College Attendance">> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>Nate had gotten me here. Well, the ticket had. But no means of contacting him besides his card. No instructions. Just...be here. Was I supposed to call him?<</if>> <br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "College Attendance and Inventory">> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>But calling him on my burner? Kind of defeated having a second, unknown phone. I decided against it. I'd have to figure out what to do on my own, I guess.<</if>> <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>I'd have to figure out what to do on my own, I guess.<<else>>but who was I trying to call anyway?<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> It was an impressive terminal. If it weren't for the symbols for Philippine Peso and the multiple languages -- thank god it was a former US protectorate -- I would have had no idea that I was outside of the US. It was clean, it was bright, it was spacious. And it was fucking busy. <br><br> Peso. Right, new money. Spying an exchange kiosk I popped in my plastic and withdrew a couple hundred worth of Peso just in case. I didn't really know what things cost or if I'd be able to use my card. I pocketed it and turned away, as good to go as I could be at this point. <br><br> Packed light, I pulled my roller behind me, letting the urgent people pass around me, taking in my surroundings as I made my way to ground transportation. <br><br> I booked myself a room at a place that was...ELEVEN dollars? Yes, the RedDoorz would help me stretch my cash for a lot longer than expected and was central to the downtown scene. <br><br> And no Uber. That's going to be something to get used to. I headed to the taxi line and got in a yellow cab. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Where going?"<</speech>> It was an approximation of English -- had heard worse //in// the US. <<speechPC>>"Uh, RedDoorz?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Where dat, chica?"<</speech>> Some Spanish? Interesting. I leaned forward, showing him where on my phone -- the WiFi of the airport was barely making it out this far. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Oh."<</speech>> He shrugged and I didn't know what to make of that, but he <<linkexpand "sped off.">> sped off. <<image framed "passage/manila.road.png">><br> I grabbed the door handle, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he pressed through traffic with aggression. The drive took all of half an hour, but it gave me time to take in the city without distraction from my brick of a phone. <br><br> What was it about this place that had brought Mom here? It seemed like any other overpopulated eastern island nation. I definitely hadn't heard about it in the news besides some election stuff or a brief mention of the country in history class. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search === 3>> And was this where she disappeared? Did that mean it was dangerous? Did that mean I'd run into her? Did I want to? <br><br> <</if>> <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Here you go."<</speech>> The cab stopped short and he motioned at a disheveled entry way underneath rickety scaffolding that indeed did say RedDoorz. <br><br><br> I passed him the Peso his meter indicated with some tip that he seemed surprised by, even got out of his vehicle to help me with my bag. <<speech "Taxi Driver">>"Have nice stay."<</speech>> And smiled at me as he got back in and sped off, leaving me in an alleyway where tarp flapped from its ties on the scaffolding piping. Well, no wonder it was [[eleven dollars|ACTI004 - NightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut.png">> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> My heels clicked up the linoleum staircase past the sign "Apartment Room for Rent"; the entire bank of electricity gauges, plain as day; and an advertisement //"Why Pay More, Stay at RedDoorz!"// Well. That's clearly why I'm already here, sign. The door was open and a ceiling fan -- no, not a typical fixture: a desk fan that had been mounted to the ceiling -- was on high, pushing around the thick Summer air. <br><br> The artificial light was abrasive and made me blink as I approached the front desk. A clerk sat behind it, watching something on her mobile. She was middle-aged and her wispy hair was fluttering comically in the 'breeze'. Even with the aid of the airflow, her upper lip was dewy. And also wispy. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hostel front desk with a bored clerk. Older woman, filipino. Angry. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-FrontDesk.png">> */ <<speechPC>>"Hey, my name's <<print $CC.surname>>?"<</speechPC>> Her eyes flicked up from her device, displeased at being interrupted. <<speechPC>>"I rented a room here?"<</speechPC>> Could I have put more question marks into a statement of fact? Dammit. I did it again. Freeing my phone, I was about to show her the receipt and check-in information when I realized I didn't have internet connection. Old habits of a first world girl die hard. <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Fill dis out."<</speech>> Another device came from behind the desk, a tablet encased in one of the strongest materials known to man and came with a steel-fiber cord that connected somewhere else down there. She was looking at her phone again. <br><br> I worked the screen with aplomb, the familiarity of screen interaction calming. It felt modern. I signed some waivers and it notified me that rooms were auto-book and auto-pay as of 9 AM each day. So, if I was going to leave, I needed to notify them. But otherwise, it would make staying here easy. <br><br> As I handed back the tablet, reaching awkwardly over the desk to not just drop it unceremoniously on her viewing setup, my mouth was open to announce...oh. The keycard was already on the desk. Efficient. Wordless. Inhospitable. <br><br> I turned, understanding where I wasn't wanted and tried to make sense of the number on the card and the signage in the stairwell which was -- of course -- literally right next to the front desk. No lobby here! And no elevators. <br><br> Heeling my way up again, I climbed the <<linkexpand "stairs.">> stairs. <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, <<speechPC>>"//Excuse// me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Yes, American bitch?"<</speech>> She raised an eyebrow, absolutely unaffected by my fury. <<speechPC>>"<<shake 3s>>What?!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> My nostrils had to be flaring. <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Be hab yer munny, hunny. Leab ip yoo wan."<</speech>> And waved me away like a gnat. Back to her phone-drama. <br><br> I don't think I'd ever had the rug pulled out from under me like that before. Emotionally frayed as I was, the tears that were coming were not going to be seen by this cunt. I turned and stormed upstairs and began adding more damage to that door in the closet. <br><br> My hands hurt. I felt better. And she was right. I could spend more money and who knows where I'd end up. I didn't know this city--//country//--''continent'' at all. I'd just...find somewhere better tomorrow. When I wasn't this goddamn confused and tired and overwhelmed. Were there other things? Yes. All. Of. The. Things. <br><br> But for now, I needed out of here. I needed distraction. I needed fun. <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. /* IMAGE (Needed): Cheap towel and pair of cheap flipflops. For showering in a hostel <<image framed "passage/Hostel.png">> */ Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <<outfit naked>> <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. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. No. No. I was not going to freak out. It was fine. It was... <<link "manageable">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Confident -->> manageable. <br><br> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkreplace "water.">> water. <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. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <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. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The heft of my bag was evident as it thumped up the linoleum staircase past the sign "Apartment Room for Rent"; the entire bank of electricity gauges, plain as day; and an advertisement //"Why Pay More, Stay at RedDoorz!"// Well. That's clearly why I'm already here, sign. The door was open and a ceiling fan -- no, not a typical fixture: a desk fan that had been mounted to the ceiling -- was on high, pushing around the thick Summer air. <br><br> The artificial light was abrasive and made me blink as I approached the front desk. A clerk sat behind it, watching something on her mobile. She was middle-aged and her wispy hair was fluttering comically in the 'breeze'. Even with the aid of the airflow, her upper lip was dewy. And also wispy. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Hey, my name's <<print $CC.surname>>?"<</speechPC>> Her eyes flicked up from her device, displeased at being interrupted. <<speechPC>>"I rented a room here?"<</speechPC>> Could I have put more question marks into a statement of fact? Dammit. I did it again. Freeing my phone, I was about to show her the receipt and check-in information when I realized I didn't have internet connection. Old habits of a first world girl die hard. <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Fill dis out."<</speech>> Another device came from behind the desk, a tablet encased in one of the strongest materials known to man and came with a steel-fiber cord that connected somewhere else down there. She was looking at her phone again. <br><br> I worked the screen with aplomb, the familiarity of screen interaction calming. It felt modern. I signed some waivers and it notified me that rooms were auto-book and auto-pay as of 9 AM each day. So, if I was going to leave, I needed to notify them. But otherwise, it would make staying here easy. <br><br> As I handed back the tablet, reaching awkwardly over the desk to not just drop it unceremoniously on her viewing setup, my mouth was open to announce...oh. The keycard was already on the desk. Efficient. Wordless. Inhospitable. <br><br> I turned, understanding where I wasn't wanted and tried to make sense of the number on the card and the signage in the stairwell which was -- of course -- literally right next to the front desk. No lobby here! And no elevators. <br><br> Hefting again, I climbed the <<linkexpand "stairs.">> stairs. <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, <<speechPC>>"//Excuse// me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Yes, American bitch?"<</speech>> She raised an eyebrow, absolutely unaffected by my fury. <<speechPC>> "<<shake 3s>>What?!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> My nostrils had to be flaring. <<speech "Desk Woman">>"Be hab yer munny, hunny. Leab ip yoo wan."<</speech>> And waved me away like a gnat. Back to her phone-drama. <br><br> I don't think I'd ever had the rug pulled out from under me like that before. Emotionally frayed as I was, the tears that were coming were not going to be seen by this cunt. I turned and stormed upstairs and began adding more damage to that door in the closet. <br><br> My hands hurt. I felt better. And she was right. I could spend more money and who knows where I'd end up. I didn't know this city--//country//--''continent'' at all. I'd just...find somewhere better tomorrow. When I wasn't exhausted. <br><br> But for now, I needed out of here. I needed distraction. I needed fun. <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <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. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> No. No. I was not going to freak out. It was fine. It was... <<link "manageable">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Confident -->> manageable. <br><br> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> 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. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> 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. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hey. Can I..."<</speechPC>> making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. <<speech "Big Filipino">>"'ello."<</speech>> Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <<speech "Angelo">>"Angelo,"<</speech>> he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again,"<</speechPC>> a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <<speech "Angelo">>"Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"American. Like de Bilippines?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure! So far!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I know good places. Let me cho you."<</speech>> Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, <<speech "Angelo">>"Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb."<</speech>> Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<outfit club>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "">> I tugged down at the bunching around my hips, flattening some of the travel wrinkles. Little black dress would have to do. Maybe I'd do some shopping tomorrow. Tomorrow. That was a crazy thought. Didn't even know where to go for shopping if I wanted to. <br><br> Twisting at the waist slightly and lifting up onto the balls of my feet I considered myself in the mirror, <<speechPC>>"New city. New life. New me."<</speechPC>> I guess. I'd go with that. <br><br> Now. Who to go with, if at all. <div id="goout"> <<crossroads #goout>> <<path>> Just get some rest? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "no">> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<outfit naked>> <br><br> No matter how much I wanted to shake all of this craziness off and just lose myself with abandon, I figured I really needed to listen to my body, not my frazzled emotional brain. I wiped the makeup off, pulled my dress off and tossed it <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>>onto the floor<<else>>ontop of my bag<</if>>. Then, with a last look into that monster-closet for safety, I curled into the rough sheets and flipped off the light. <br><br><br> I barely clocked drifting off as I spent my first night in Manila sleeping [[heavily|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> Solo? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "solo">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <br><br> As much as I appreciated the offer and Angelo //seemed// like a stand-up guy, I needed to figure this place out by myself and I really had no idea who he was at all. So, I didn't go knocking at twelve, but headed down the stairs and actually received attention from front desk cunt -- a disapproving shake of her head as American girl went out to party. I could only imagine the thoughts and commentary in her head. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut2.png">> <br><br> It was still relatively early to go out, but that made the street in front of RedDoorz more palatable than the sketchy alleyscape that it probably would appear to be when I returned later tonight. <br><br> The air was heavy and there was a warm breeze coming off of the nearby water, but I knew this to be the 'dry season'. And it still felt wet. Yay. My heels clicked wetly on the rough concrete underfoot as I made my way onto the next street -- Mabini -- where I had seen a cluster of 'clubs' from a quick Google search. I clocked a Mall only a block away, too. <br><br> Despite the seedy feeling of the little corner of RedDoorz, it certainly would be convenient for the two things I knew that I'd be doing. The throb of music and the rumble of bass told me I was headed in the right direction and I eagerly picked up the pace, even if that made my jiggle a bit too wanton and the hem flip up a bit too much. It was like a siren's call. And I was answering. <br><br> I passed by a few that looked too small or too empty and even though it meant my feet were beginning to hurt, I was a good Goldilocks and waited for what was ''just'' right. <<linkexpand "Club ZZYZX.">> <<image framed "passage/a1.crowd.png">> Club ZZYZX. <br><br><br> The bouncer seemed to appreciate that I didn't have anything for him to check and a single look at me was all the ID he needed. I walked right in to the pulsing EDM. The light show from up ahead at the end of the hallway illuminated the haze of cigarette smoke and fog machines. I could feel my excitement brimming, like a release just around the corner. <br><br> The DJ was good: I was already bopping my head and jumping a little as I came 'round into the big dance hall. I was certainly a minority both in gender and ethnicity. And I hated myself a little bit because I couldn't honestly tell the origin of most of the people around me. Locals? Foreign Asians? I pushed off my self-judgment and pushed through the attention and crowd to get to the bar. <br><br> Oh. There were a good number of women here...Oh. They were definitely prostitutes. And I was immediately approached. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"You new here."<</speech>> It was not the accent I had been hearing since arriving, but English was not their first language. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I yelled back, my senses overwhelmed, the tiredness and travel making my first reaction respond rather than run. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"We go back to my place." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No? I pay."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Riiiight."<</speech>> Okay, picking up Chinese vibes to the pronunciation. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Look, first time customer. Very generous."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Personality">> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> <<face angry>> Having zero desire to either be a prostitute or finding men, let alone //him// attractive, I turned away without another word, looking for a bartender. Then, he ''grabbed'' my arm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And a quick yank and I dipped into the crowed, not interested in the insistence that I was some whore. I didn't get my drink, but in the swell of the crowd there was anonymity. It was a herd tactic and it worked. I lost myself in the music, becoming sweaty and loosing all my frustrations into the night. I screamed and no one could hear me. I laughed and no one cared. I cried and no one could see. <br><br> Sadly, the only attraction I felt were going to require a transaction. And I wasn't about to ply the sex trade. <br><br> So, I whiled away the hours with careful trips to the bar and got a light buzz going while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- I stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time I had headed out. <br><br> Despite not knowing the town, the proximity to my 'home base' was a smart move. I made it back to RedDoorz and was able to collapse, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> Pulling my arm back was not going to work without creating a scene. <<speechPC>>"Look--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No. //You// ''look'', girl. I make offer. You accept offer."<</speech>> He pulled me again, away from the bar and I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. <br><br> No one came to my aid and he didn't flinch. But I don't think he was expecting this much of a fight. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing him and everyone <<linkexpand "spread eagle">> spread eagle. <<liftUpDress>> He lurched towards me and I scrambled back, heels scrabbling on the floor where my dignity had also been left. <br><br> Once you start screaming, there's something internally that keeps the engine going. If I screamed, I wouldn't be able to stop. <br><br> But I was getting away. Finally getting my footing, we were both bumping into dispassionate clubbers. And then I ran into something <<linkexpand "solid.">> solid. <<restoreLook>> <<outfit club>> <br><br> It was security, grabbing me by the arm that had started the whole scene. A flash of me just being handed over to the Chinese aggressor by another man...with no agency or choice...passed through mind. Then a shudder down my spine at the real possibility. <br><br> Thankfully, I was being escorted out -- the scene I had created had successfully ended the man's attempt. But it had also ended my night. As I was tossed out into the street I gave a wail and gave the sumo-like man the finger. Tears were ruining my makeup and one of my heels had broken. <br><br> I hobbled home, not in a state to 'try again'. Nothing this extreme would have happened to a girl like me in the States, I thought. I probably received more disapproval as I returned so quickly and in this state to RedDoorz, but I didn't care. I tossed my clothes on the floor and cried into the flat pillow. <br><br> I didn't realize I was going to sleep, but I passed out hard. What a //successful// [[first night|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> Well. <div id="prostie"> <<crossroads #prostie>> <<path>> I wasn't about to whore myself out, but I could ask for a drink. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> ...<<speechPC>>"How about a drink?"<</speechPC>> He grinned and pulled me closer by the arm, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Cheaper. Sure."<</speech>> His hand dropped to my ass and gave it a squeeze through the thin material of my LBD as he waved a bartender over. He got attention and I didn't? Weird. My hand reached back to nudge his hand off my right cheek, but he just grabbed firmer and gave my hand a smack.<<speech "Chinese Guy">> "Give this girl a...tequila?"<</speech>> He grinned, face right up in mine. <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> I nodded and just relented to the grabbing at my ass. A shot passed my way, and I was glad to not have to worry about what was in it. I shot it and he waved a second pour immediately, <<speechPC>>"Just one is fine..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No, no. Have good time."<</speech>> I looked around for an exit. A girl to swoop in and save me? No, they were working. Security? Shit. I pounded the second shot. <<speechPC>>"Dance?"<</speechPC>> I pressed off from the bar, trying to change the venue and maybe get an exit in the crowd. He was content to follow me out, eyeing my bare legs as I tried to coyly bring him into the bobbing bodies. <br><br> I felt a tug at my hand and let our distance and a quick little motion separate us and then I moved quickly, into the crowd. I probably bobbed and weaved longer than I needed to, but when I stopped I realized a couple things: I stood out like a sore thumb and I couldn't really remember what he looked like compared to the other guys. He could reappear at any moment. <br><br> So, debating between the risk of being pounced while trying to enjoy myself and being safe, I bounced. <br><br> How long had I actually been at the club? At least I had a little buzz. I considered a few other clubs as I gravitated back to the RedDoorz but decided I didn't want a repeat where I wasn't as successful. <<speechPC>>"No pun?"<</speechPC>> Came a chuckle from counter-cunt. I gave her the finger. She clucked her tongue at me and I made my way upstairs. Maybe I should have gone with Angelo. <br><br><br> Instead, I got ready to bed and let the alcohol pull me to a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> I could give him a firm denial. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<skillChecked "Personality">> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<face angry>> <<speechPC>>"''//No//''."<</speechPC>> His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. <br><br> No one came to my aid and he didn't flinch. But I don't think he was expecting this much of a fight. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing him and everyone <<linkexpand "spread eagle.">> spread eagle. <<liftUpDress>> He lurched towards me and I scrambled back, heels scrabbling on the floor where my dignity had also been left. <br><br> Once you start screaming, there's something internally that keeps the engine going. If I screamed, I wouldn't be able to stop. <br><br> But I was getting away. Finally getting my footing, we were both bumping into dispassionate clubbers. And then I ran into something <<linkexpand "solid.">> solid. <<restoreLook>> <<outfit club>> <br><br> It was security, grabbing me by the arm that had started the whole scene. A flash of me just being handed over to the Chinese aggressor by another man... with no agency or choice...passed through mind. Then a shudder down my spine at the real possibility. <br><br> Thankfully, I was being escorted out -- the scene I had created had successfully ended the man's attempt. But it had also ended my night. As I was tossed out into the street I gave a wail and gave the sumo-like man the finger. Tears were ruining my makeup and one of my heels had broken. <br><br> I hobbled home, not in a state to 'try again'. Nothing this extreme would have happened to a girl like me in the States, I thought. I probably received more disapproval as I returned so quickly and in this state to RedDoorz, but I didn't care. I tossed my clothes on the floor and cried into the flat pillow. <br><br> I didn't realize I was going to sleep, but I passed out hard. What a //successful// [[first night|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $CC.maleReaction gt 1 && $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> He wanted to fuck and I wanted release... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough and doesn't respond to pervs that way. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face ahego runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> I wanted dick. <<speechPC>>"Okay. But I'm not one of //them//."<</speechPC>> I intoned towards my fellow femmes. He shrugged. <<include "ACTI004 - NightOut2_ChineseGuySex">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Angelo? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "angelo">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> I walked down the hallway to knock on twelve, preferring a guide and potential male protector for the evening. <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh! <<print $CC.name>>. Lookin' good. Come on. Les go."<</speech>> He smiled kindly and waved me on. He had cleaned up well, wearing a linen suit and button down shirt that didn't hide his gifted midsection, but it was a proper accent to it. <<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut2.png">> It was still relatively early to go out, but that made the street in front of RedDoorz more palatable than the sketchy alleyscape that it probably would appear to be when I returned later tonight. <br><br> The air was heavy and there was a warm breeze coming off of the nearby water, but I knew this to be the 'dry season'. And it still felt wet. Yay. My heels clicked wetly on the rough concrete underfoot as I made my way onto the next street -- Mabini -- where I had seen a cluster of 'clubs' from a quick Google search. I clocked a Mall only a block away, too. <br><br> Despite the seedy feeling of the little corner of RedDoorz, it certainly would be convenient for the two things I knew that I'd be doing. The throb of music and the rumble of bass told me I was headed in the right direction and I eagerly picked up the pace, even if that made my jiggle a bit too wanton and the hem flip up a bit too much. It was like a siren's call. And I was answering. <<speech "Angelo">>"Takin you to a good place near here."<</speech>> We passed by a few that looked too small or too empty before arriving at <<linkexpand "Club ZZYZX.">> <<image framed "passage/A1.crowd.png">> Club ZZYZX. <br><br><br> The bouncer seemed to appreciate that I didn't have anything for him to check and a single look at me was all the ID he needed. Angelo slipped him something, but there was a nod of familiarity as we both walked right in to the pulsing EDM. <br><br> The light show from up ahead at the end of the hallway illuminated the haze of cigarette smoke and fog machines. I could feel my excitement brimming, like a release just around the corner. <br><br> The DJ was good: I was already bopping my head and jumping a little as I came 'round into the big dance hall. <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh, yah? Like it?"<</speech>> Angelo chuckled, giving my bare shoulder a squeeze. I smiled and nodded, looking around as I took in the high-energy atmosphere even at this hour. <br><br> I was certainly a minority both in gender and ethnicity. And I hated myself a little bit because I couldn't honestly tell the origin of most of the people around me. Locals? Foreign Asians? I pushed off my self-judgment and turned back to Angelo, <<speechPC>>"Gonna get a drink, want anything?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I can come with?"<</speech>> I shrugged and we pushed through the crowd to get to the bar. <br><br> Oh. There were a good number of women here...Oh. They were definitely prostitutes. <br><br> Even with Angelo as company, I was immediately approached. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"You new here."<</speech>> It was not the accent I had been hearing since arriving, but English was not their first language. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I yelled back, my senses overwhelmed, the tiredness and travel making my first reaction respond rather than run. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"We go back to my place." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No? I pay."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Riiiight."<</speech>> Okay, picking up Chinese vibes to the pronunciation. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Look, first time customer. Very generous."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Personality">> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Having zero desire to either be a prostitute or finding men, let alone //him// attractive, I turned away without another word, looking for a bartender. Then, he ''grabbed'' my arm. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And a quick yank and I was free. Angelo saw the exchange and leaned closer, giving the man a dead stare -- I think he finally understood I wasn't a whore. Or taken. Didn't matter. He left and we got our drinks. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We smiled and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"''//No//''."<</speechPC>> His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and then, I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing everyone <<linkexpand "spread eagle.">> spread eagle. <<liftUpDress>> But he wasn't there any more. <br><br> Confused, I realized he was on the floor too. Angelo standing over him, arms crossed, hard stare. <<speech "Angelo">>"Say dat again."<</speech>> He smiled at me as I got myself <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <<restoreLook>> <<outfit club>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> I chuckled away some tears and slid alongside Angelo. <br><br> The guy scrambled off, leaving me alone and the show had done enough that the rest of the night we weren't bothered. There was a query in the back of my head expecting Angelo to take in trade what he had saved me from, but that didn't seem to be his intention. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We grinned and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> Well. <div id="prostie"> <<crossroads #prostie>> <<path>> I wasn't about to whore myself out, but I could ask for a drink. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> ...<<speechPC>>"How about a drink?"<</speechPC>> He grinned and pulled me closer by the arm, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Cheaper. Sure."<</speech>> Angelo had caught the interaction from the moment, watching curiously out of the corner of his eye. An eyebrow raised, seeing if I wanted him to step in. I shook my head, even though the guy's hand had dropped to my ass and squeezing it through the thin material of my LBD as he waved a bartender over. <br><br> He got attention and I didn't? Weird. <br><br> My hand reached back to nudge his hand off my right cheek, but he just grabbed firmer and gave my hand a smack. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Give this girl a...tequila?"<</speech>> He grinned, face right up in mine. <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> I nodded and just relented to the grabbing at my ass. A shot passed my way, and I was glad to not have to worry about what was in it. I shot it and he waved a second pour immediately, <<speechPC>>"Just one is fine..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No, no. Have good time." <</speech>>I looked around Angelo. Gone. Shit. A girl to swoop in and save me? No, they were working. Security? Shit. I pounded the second shot. <<speechPC>>"Dance?"<</speechPC>> I pressed off from the bar, trying to change the venue and maybe get an exit in the crowd. He was content to follow me out, eyeing my bare legs as I tried to coyly bring him into the bobbing bodies. <br><br> I felt a tug at my hand and let our distance and a quick little motion separate us and then I moved quickly, into the crowd. I probably bobbed and weaved longer than I needed to, but when I stopped I realized a couple things: I stood out like a sore thumb and I couldn't really remember what he looked like compared to the other guys. He could reappear at any moment. <br><br> So, I searched for Angelo. An arm grabbed mine and I froze, thinking my time was up. <br><br> It was Angelo. <<speech "Angelo">>"You kay?"<</speech>> I nodded emphatically, my eyes moist as I chuckled the adrenaline spike off. He smiled back and made a motion to the dance floor. I accepted the offer and began the night that I had wanted. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We smiled and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> I could get Angelo involved. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"''//No//''."<</speechPC>> His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and then, I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing everyone <<linkexpand "spread eagle.">> spread eagle.<<liftUpDress>> But he wasn't there any more. <br><br> Confused, I realized he was on the floor too. Angelo standing over him, arms crossed, hard stare. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Say dat again."<</speech>> He smiled at me as I got myself <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <<restoreLook>> <<outfit club>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> I chuckled away some tears and slid alongside Angelo. <br><br> The guy scrambled off, leaving me alone and the show had done enough that the rest of the night we weren't bothered. There was a query in the back of my head expecting Angelo to take in trade what he had saved me from, but that didn't seem to be his intention. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We grinned and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut") && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> He wanted to fuck and I wanted release. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough and doesn't respond to pervs that way. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face ahego runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> I wanted dick. Angelo had flinched at the interaction, eyes curious and watching me. I gave him a wink as I turned to the pick-up artist. <<speechPC>>"Okay. But I'm not one of //them//."<</speechPC>> I intoned towards my fellow femmes. He shrugged. <<include "ACTI004 - NightOut2_ChineseGuySex">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Sure. Way cheaper."<</speech>>He began pulling me away from the bar and Angelo. I had a sense it was towards the back, maybe a bathroom. <<speechPC>>"Hey...not here."<</speechPC>> Shit, so much for going out and clubbing. <br><br> He frowned, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Hotel too far. Not paying for car."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Weren't you going to pay when you left?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, leaning into him, hand sliding on his stomach. <br><br> His eyes narrowed, but the ease of the encounter and his fuller wallet I think made the decision. We made our way out of the club as he fidgeted with his phone in his free hand. I noticed an app called Grab and it seemed to be like Uber. Huh. So there was that option. <br><br> It arrived shortly thereafter and we climbed in, the crowds outside just beginning to form. Super-early end to my night, I realized as I gasped out, being suddenly tugged against him in the backseat while his other hand took advantage of my distraction to go between my <<linkexpand "legs">> legs. <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Oh, not one of them?"<</speech>> He grinned into my face as he felt my unprotected slit. <</if>> I squirmed but he was insistent and I knew it was going to happen anyway so I relaxed into feeling his hand go under my <<print $Body.undies>> and fingers beginning to work at my cleft. <br><br> I grunted and squirmed, moving in to kiss him and felt his other hand up on my head, pulling me in to his...crotch. He held it there as he gave a <<shake>>smack<</shake>> on my pussy which made me jerk. He chuckled and freed his hand from between my clenched thighs and unzipped his pants, fishing out his member and hitting it limp against my lips. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand grabbing between thighs in car <<image framed "passage/A1.carhand.png">> */ Beginning to <<linkexpand "bob">> bob, I worked on him as the rideshare drove along as if nothing was happening. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> He grunted pleased in surprise, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Oh, you //are// one of them."<</speech>> My head continued bobbing, feeling his rapidly hardening manhood pulsing in my mouth. <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Shit. ''NGH''."<</speech>> I had only just begun to work when he released, pushing my head down and making me take his load into my throat. <<cumSpray mouth1>> I pulled off, panting and looking for his reaction. He was leaning over me, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Pull over."<</speech>> Rapping on the back of the driver's seat. The car slowed down and he gave a little lift of his chin, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Get out."<</speech>> Dispirited, but knowing his nature there wasn't much room for argument. <br><br> I climbed out and was left on some side street in the middle of Manila with semen cloying at my tastebuds. Fear rose in my craw and I fought it down, beginning my search for my 'home base'. <br><br> I made it, thanks to the kindness of strangers, but I felt the shame of what had happened as I climbed into bed. Rubbing myself to a climax that took longer than Mr. Grab, I fell into a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> <br><br> My pussy was soaking by the time we arrived at our destination, a ride full of his grunting and approval and my sucking. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Enough of that."<</speech>> He pulled me up and out of the cab as I wiped my wet mouth. <br><br> We had arrived at the palacious Manila Hotel. It made my RedDoorz look exactly like what it was. <br><br> He walked with a limp, the strain in his pants making walking difficult and I couldn't help but grin to myself as we made our way up to his room. The luxury was impressive and I practically melted when we pushed the door <<linkexpand "open.">> open. <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> It was like the hotels I had known, a thankful reminder of the life I had just left. <<else>> It was like nothing I had ever experienced. My heart fluttered. Swooning. <</if>> And then what we had come for ruined the moment. <br><br> He nudged the straps off my shoulders and guided me over to the bed as the dress <<linkexpand "fell off">> fell off<<upper>>my form. Then he grabbed my head by the hair again and his knees hit the back of mine, making me fall forward <<linkexpand "onto all fours">> on the bed, back arched and head back and up awkwardly. <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> <<speechPC>>"You got a condom?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"No."<</speech>> I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <<speechPC>>"It's just in my bag--."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Shut up."<</speech>> He jostled my head as he thrust. Fuck. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Shut up."<</speech>> He jostled my head as he thrust. <</if>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> I squealed, bracing myself on the opulent bed, watching the wood-carved headboard bouncing in my vision as he pumped. He wasn't a good partner but that didn't surprise me. I had hoped for something else, though. Instead, I got a very rough but <<linkexpand "quick coupling">> quick coupling and a load of semen deposited in me before he shoved me aside and headed off to take a shower, <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"You can stay. There."<</speech>> He pointed to the chaise at the foot of the bed. <<speech "Chinese Guy">>"Your bed."<</speech>> <<restoreLook>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray thighs1 mound1 pussy1>> <br><br> It felt demeaning, but it would be far more comfortable than the RedDoorz. I waddled over to grab a towel as he showered and let it soak as I grabbed a sheet and pillow, a makeshift bed at the end of his. <br><br> I didn't hear him get out of the shower. I slept hard and he wasn't there in the morning, so I could try and dissuade myself of the notion of what had happened the night before and I had actually paid for the room. I had, kinda. <br><br> I headed 'home,' a walk of shame to the place I had paid for and not used. A yin to the yang of last night's [[stay|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<vCardCheck "Chinese guy" M "Chinese guy, on my first night in Manila" "age: 26" "ethnicity: asian">> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<div id="DEM"> <<restoreLook>> <<outfit sleepwear>> The hangover of the morning hit me hard, and it wasn't due to tequila. My head hurt, my muscles ached and my mouth felt cottony. A labored sigh, head in my hands, elbows on my knees, I remained half-in, half-out of bed. What would I do today? What //was// I doing here? Both were unanswered questions, but I was here and needed to keep forward momentum. <br><br> Grunting, I pulled myself out of the cot, put my hair up and slid on flipflops to go brush my teeth. /* IMAGE (Needed): Close-up of a woman brushing her teeth. <<image framed "passage/TeethBrushing.png">> */ Angelo was in the hall. <<speech "Angelo">>"You okay?"<</speech>> I nodded and smiled, shuffling my way towards the bathroom. My mind was foggy enough not to question why he would just be standing in an empty hallway. <<speechPC>>"Mornin'."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Let me know when you put together and reddy -- got a meeding on de books." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's fine. I can handle myself today. I appreciate you wanting to be my guide. I really do--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Meeting is por you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> I swung into the bathroom and proceeded to brush away last night. The specter of what he said was creeping into the back of my head and when I splashed water on my face I realized: was he serious? He sounded serious. Like, pre-planned and arranged. Business-like. I didn't have any business. Peeking back out of the doorless portal to the bathroom, I saw him unmoved, <<speechPC>>"A meeting?"<</speechPC>> He nodded and smiled soft, but humorless. <<speech "Angelo">>"I'll be here. Go get changed." <</speech>> It wasn't forceful, but there was a tone to it that there wasn't choice, but there also wasn't danger. He didn't try to dispel my clear confusion as I ambled past him to get some decent <<link "clothes on.">><<replace "#DEM">> <<outfit default>> <br><br> Changing back in my shithold room, my mind //spun// -- trying to remember if something had happened last night or at the airport...I hadn't called anyone. Hadn't even emailed or texted. <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, my countenance a nervous frown. He nodded again and motioned for me to join alongside him, <<speechPC>>"You going to tell me anything?"<</speechPC>> He sighed as we made our way down the steps and past counter-cunt, <<speech "Angelo">>"Nothin dat you won't be hearin' soon anyway. Nothin to prep, you know?"<</speech>> I laughed uncomfortably and shook my head, <<speechPC>>"No. I don't. Can I at least know //who// the meeting is with? Did my...like Dad send you to wrangle me home? Second thoughts? Fear for my safety?"<</speechPC>> I was trying to keep it light, but not a single light went on in his eyes. <<speech "Angelo">>"Not par prom here."<</speech>> We descended into the street and he didn't call a cab or anything, so he either meant it or wanted me to get my steps in. I dropped into silence, just letting him lead me. My sixth sense wasn't throwing alarms, so it was either broken and I was about to die, or it was doing its job and allowing me some semblance of calm. <br><br> We passed by United Nations Avenue and into a gorgeous park that stood out starkly from the area we had just left, mere steps ago. It felt capitol, like Washington, DC. It had monuments, broad swaths of open green, paths lined with palm trees -- not found in DC -- and it was immaculate. It helped me relax, taking in the green space as he guided me towards a little plaza where there were people hunched over stone tables playing chess. <br><br> And that was our destination. I knew because sitting at one of the setups was <<linkexpand "Nate.">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<face shock>> Nate. <br><br><br> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> So, it had been true. He'd been following me. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? My mind reeled as I considered the timeline of arriving and running into Angelo. They must have been tracking me...oh. Through the online booking. Well, guess I //wasn't// cut out for spying. <<else>> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> Nate was //here//. He had sent for me. That's what this was all about. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? Another 'random' chance meeting. Fuck these spies. <<else>> Nate was here. He had followed me. He had been tracking me. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? My mind reeled as I considered the timeline of arriving and running into Angelo. They must have been tracking me...oh. Through the online booking. <</if>> <</if>> <<image framed "passage/ACTI005-DeusExMachina.png">> He looked up from the pieces with a slight acknowledgement of our approach. <<speechPC>>"So, you're not just a spy, you're like a...grandmaster, too?"<</speechPC>> It was an attempt at a dig, I wanted control. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Hm? Oh. No. Neither."<</speech>> He shook his head and leaned up from his study of the arrangement of pieces, <<speech "Nate.png">>"They were just like this when I sat down and I, for the life of me, can never make heads or tails of this game."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You //are// a spy. Apparently, so is friendly Mr. Angelo."<</speechPC>> I twiddled a black pawn between my fingers. I heard him chuckle behind me.<<speechPC>>"What. Is there some like ...nomenclature I'm missing? Some big linguistic faux pas for calling you a fucking ''spy''?"<</speechPC>> The anger had reached the surface. I had been trying to get away from this bullshit and it had come along for the ride -- and I was exhausted, jet lagged. <br><br> Nate cleared his throat. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Kind of. Look. For your safety. For our safety. Cut it with that word, please, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then you can at least do me the favor of explaining all the //actual// cloak and dagger bullshit."<</speechPC>> He nodded, eyed the pawn I had clutched in my palm and his eyes unfocused, going somewhere else. <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"The...details will have to wait. But let me say first that I'm impressed by you. How you ended up here, while...fortuitous...was not what I expected or planned."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You were the one who sent for me."<</speechPC>> It wasn't a question. <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Mhmm. And how did you decide on..."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Fucking chance? Roll of the dice? Or maybe you machinated it too?"<</speechPC>> He shook his head. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Maybe fate. Well, I'm happy you're here."<</speech>> <<else>> I gave him the details of what I understood about her disappearance, my search. And the happenstances. <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good work."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..."<</speech>> Angelo added. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yes. You had an interaction--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Just...the stars aligning?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you?"<</speechPC>> I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <<speech "Nate.png">>"So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know."<</speech>> He chuckled and smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"And she was ''close''. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety."<</speech>> <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, <<speechPC>>"She's dead."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Bullshit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You like that word."<</speech>> I shrugged, he smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian."<</speech>> <br><br> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people in the service."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ludlum's just some dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"__Highly__--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Unorthodox. Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope."<</speech>> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <<speechPC>>"What would you need me to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'll take that as a yes?"<</speech>> <br> My cheeks were wet. <<speechPC>>"[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"The details will have to wait. But let me say that first, I am impressed that you are here. How did you...I guess the opportune question is //why// did you come here?"<</speech>> <div id="reason"> <<crossroads #reason>> <<path $ACTI.search == 3>> Tell him about the search? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't learn about her Mom in Manila. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Deception -->> <br><br> Something wanted to impress, so I gave him a step-by-step description of my 'infiltration' and finding the documents that seemed to point to this as being her last known position. <br><br> A shift of the head and a slight nod, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good work."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..."<</speech>> Angelo added. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yes. You had an interaction--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Just...the stars aligning?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you?"<</speechPC>> I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <<speech "Nate.png">>"So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know."<</speech>> He chuckled and smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"And she was //close//. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety."<</speech>> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, <<speechPC>>"She's dead."<</speechPC>> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Bullshit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You like that word."<</speech>> I shrugged, he smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people in the service."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ludlum's just some dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"__Highly__--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Unorthodox. Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope."<</speech>> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <<speechPC>>"What would you need me to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'll take that as a yes?"<</speech>> <br> My cheeks were wet. <<speechPC>>"[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]."<</speechPC>> <<path $ACTI.search != 3>> An old memory? <<blocked>> $CC.name knew about her Mom in Manila. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Deception -->> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <br><br> I shrugged, confused why it mattered, <<speechPC>>"Kinda like a dartboard? And there was this fight we had years ago and this place always stuck with me."<</speechPC>> A shift of the head and a slight nod, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good memory."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And las night. ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..."<</speech>> Angelo added. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yes. You had an interaction--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Just...the stars aligning?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you?"<</speechPC>> I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <<speech "Nate.png">>"So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know."<</speech>> He chuckled and smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"And she was //close//. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety."<</speech>> <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, <<speechPC>>"She's dead."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Bullshit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You like that word."<</speech>> I shrugged, he smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people in the service."<</speech>> <<speechPC>> "Ludlum's just some dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"__Highly__--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Unorthodox. Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope."<</speech>> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <<speechPC>>"What would you need me to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'll take that as a yes?"<</speech>> <br> My cheeks were wet. <<speechPC>>"[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]."<</speechPC>> <<path>> Lie? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <br><br> They held all the cards, they didn't deserve my honesty, they didn't deserve //anything// from me. <<speechPC>>"I've heard good things about how cheap and fun this place can be. And after the bullshit that you and Dad dropped on me the other day--"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, smiling over at Angelo, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Basing it in truth. Good work."<</speech>> I was confused, he had read me like a book. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Maybe some innate talent?"<</speech>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Learned or inherited mebbe--"<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Mother, like daughter..."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..."<</speech>> Angelo added. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yes. You had an interaction--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Just...the stars aligning?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you?"<</speechPC>> I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <<speech "Nate.png">>"So, yes. This is your mother's last known position. She's been working here for years--."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know."<</speech>> He chuckled and smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"And she was //close//. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety."<</speech>> <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, <<speechPC>>"She's dead."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Bullshit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You like that word."<</speech>> I shrugged, he smiled. <<speech "Nate.png">>"But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people in the service."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ludlum's just some dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a spy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">> "__Highly__--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Unorthodox. Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope."<</speech>> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <<speechPC>>"What would you need me to do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'll take that as a yes?"<</speech>> <br> My cheeks were wet. <<speechPC>>"[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI006-Indoctrination.png">> He reached over and kindly slid his fingers under mine and extracted the pawn, placing it in the center of the board. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Thank you. I can tell this matters to you. Now, before we can consider anything official, I have things I need to get out of the way."<</speech>> I wiped my face and nodded. My heart was pounding. <<skillChecked "Opening choice">> <<if $CC.opening == "dumb">> This stuff was //real//? This was ''so'' stupid. I was going to be a fucking spy? I __hated__ this shit. <<elseif $CC.opening == "not my thing">> I shook my head unconsciously as the disbelief surfaced -- this was real. I was going to be a spy? //Me//? <<else>> My skin prickled. This was //real//. I was going to be a fucking spy. This was exciting. <</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Nate.png">>"This is going to be exceedingly dangerous. The world that she was in and that you would be in is literally the underworld."<</speech>> His eyes dropped, <<speech "Nate.png">>"This cannot be an official operation. This is completely off the record for many reasons."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> There was a slight click, as if clearing his through of something uncomfortable, <<speech "Nate.png">>"One of the primary ones is you. While what you'll be involved in here is...it can't be on American documents."<</speech>> I got what he was getting at. Rules, regulations, //laws//. <</if>> He continued, <<speech "Nate.png">>Nothing ''in'' ''particular'' will be required or asked of you. 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."<</speech>> Should I be taking offense? Should I be proud? My gut was clenching as my mind wandered into the subtext and implication of what he was saying, what I'd be seeing...maybe needing to do. <br><br><br> <<speech "Nate.png">>"With that out of the way...shall we go and begin working on the things we can say and do?"<</speech>> I nodded, standing and passing the point of [[no return|ACTI007 - Info Dump]].
<<image framed "passage/ACTI007-InfoDump.png">> <<skillChecked "College Attendance">> As we headed north and departed the park, Angelo was nowhere to be seen. When had he gone? Like a //ghost//. <br><br> Nate let me know that they'd built a dossier on me already. Their profilers had simply modeled me based on...being my mother's daughter. <br><br> <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>> By the time I had headed to college, they felt the mission was dead in the water. Time was running out and they had no options. <br><br> Except. For. Me. <br><br> It was an analyst's flier. The Hail Mary pass based on some conjecture that maybe, just //maybe// would work. <br><br> That's why Nate approached me. That's why he had sent me here. He'd activated Angelo and they waited. They watched. <br><br> And now, with the assessment a bit more fleshed out, they had decided to move forward. <<else>> They'd been ready to approach me, but then when I dipped, it had triggered all of this. <br><br> An analyst read into my 'disappearance' and, utilizing my profile, assessed that I'd be coming here. Lucky them! I was the perfect and only option for continuation of a dead mission. They had presented this option to Nate. He had (reluctantly? That's how he presented it.) had given the go-ahead. Nate booked a flight, activated Angelo and //orchestrated// ''everything'' that had happened. <</if>> <br><br> They had assessed that not only did I have the right personality -- but I was just some chick, what about me made me //right//? -- but that they didn't need to do any preparations for me being involved. There was no building of a legend -- he defined the term this time, which meant the story and background on why a 'person' was who they said they were. I could simply be me, looking for my Mom or enjoying myself in the Philippines and no one would bat an eye. Just some chick from America being a chick from America. So...I guess I was a good fit. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> The target was an unknown Filipino warlord that had a base of operations that spider-webbed throughout the series of islands. <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> And a club nearby where I was staying was one of the threads. <<else>> And the club I had been to last night was one of the threads. <</if>> He was floored by my selection of location and joked with me about whether or not she had given me any training over the years, maybe seeded intel on purpose. It was in line with how much respect he had for her. Hell if I knew. It actually unsettled me that I could be manipulated at such a deep level. Or was that insightful? All of this was making me feel even more out of sorts, in over my head. <br><br><br> The warlord was an unknown and only known<br> by his codename: <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$ACTI.target" "Jayadewa">></span>. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "His base of operations...">> His base of operations was one of the small islands in or around the Sulu Archipelago. What were they up to? A devastating nuclear attack on the United States. The reason? Deep-seated hatred for the time and after-effects of our occupation and protectorate time. He blamed all of Filipino issues on America and wanted to exact revenge. And he was //close//. <br><br> Nate's assessment was that the attack would come within a year. The operation had moved from just trying to remove him years ago -- a rogue entity that posed a potential future threat -- into an actual top-priority threat. And they seemed to be no closer to success, and far closer to world-altering failure. <br><br> The weight on my shoulders suddenly hit Atlassian-levels. I wondered why the fuck I had said yes? Would I actually be able to do something my //trained// mother hadn't been able to do, just because I looked innocuous? Because I was a cute lost puppy that couldn't possibly pose a threat to some evil, violent and sadistic warlord with daddy issues? <br><br> We strolled up into the front doors of the Technological University of the Philippines as Nate was trying to undersell what my objectives would be: find the warlord and or his base island and rescue my mom. I wouldn't be needed to do any of the 'wetwork' -- I was no Ethan Hunt. I was recon, I was infiltration, I was //not// a field agent. <br> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Welcome to where we will liaise, in person, if needed. You'll be taking some [[night classes|ACTI008 - Processing]]."<</speech>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI008-Processing-alt.png">> We walked the empty hallways and up the stairs to an office: Nathan Rolles, Adjunct Professor. I raised an eyebrow, he smiled and shrugged, <<speech "Nate.png">>"I don't teach many classes."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, what's next?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"This is a lot. You haven't even begun to integrate much of what I've said."<</speech>> The office was organized and felt professorial. <<skillChecked "Perception" "Stable">> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<set $Dossier.knowsDossier = true>> And on his clean desk was a file that bore my name. So, my life and its analysis was right there. God, that was tempting. <br><br> <</if>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"So. Walk the halls of your new school and give it some thought. Come back for my Office Hours if you want to move forward and we'll hammer out the details."<</speech>> There was a frogginess to his voice that made me wonder how much emotional attachment he had to this operation, to my mother...I thought spies were supposed to be machines. Or maybe it was a play on my susceptible civvy brain. <br><br><br> Wheels within wheels. I shut the door behind me as I started to feel a panic attack at the fringes of my perception. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And I couldn't stop it. I dropped onto a bench and my breathing left me. I was hunched over, hyperventilating and tears falling to the linoleum floor. I was glad for the vacant hallways because I was having a grade A freakout. I had to save my //mom//? I had to save the <<shake 3s>>world<</shake>>? <<if $Body.age === -2>>I hadn't even finished high school.<<elseif $Body.age === -1>>I hadn't even gone to college.<<else>>My life had just begun.<</if>> How was I going to do this? Wouldn't it just be likely I was walking into a deathtrap or a complete and utter ruining of my life and still fail? I stood, hands on the top of my head, whimpering as I tried to get my breathing under control and settle down. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of a door, my chest heaving against it. It grounded me. Once I found some control, I went to the bathroom to clean up. <<else>> I had to save my //mom//? I had to save the <<shake 3s>>world<</shake>>? <<if $Body.age === -2>>I hadn't even finished high school.<<elseif $Body.age === -1>>I hadn't even gone to college.<<else>>My life had just begun.<</if>> How was I going to do this? Wouldn't it just be likely I was walking into a deathtrap or a complete and utter ruining of my life and still fail? I stood, hands on the top of my head, whimpering as I tried to get my breathing under control and settle down. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of a door, my chest heaving against it. It grounded me. It was to the bathroom...I figured might as well do the thing and throw water on my face in realization. <</if>> <br><br><br> Water beaded on my skin as I stared into the mirror, true self-assessment. I had to take solace in who was asking me to do this. And it didn't feel out of desperation. These were the guys who'd just drop Gerard Butler and a bunch of Navy SEALs on a potential site to kill everyone on the off chance that they'd get the baddie. They truly believed I was the best option. Maybe Mom had been prepping me for this for years, like a spare set of keys. <br><br><br> This was crazy, but [[I'd do it|ACTI009 - Acceptance]].
<<image framed right "passage/act1.poster2.png:My own double oh adventure begins...">> <<if Array("HS013 - SexLeveling", "HS012 - LifeChoices", "GY010 - Home", "GY011 - Bacc", "PG003 - HomeVign4", "PG001 - Decisions").includes(previous())>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<else>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_verse1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <</if>> 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>> <<speechPC>>"So."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"So. Now for the nitty-gritty. <<print $ACTI.target>> has a network of businesses that keep his criminal enterprise afloat -- to acquire and utilize nuclear weaponry is not cheap. That's probably the in-road to finding him, but how you do it is up to you. Back to those enterprises. They are rife with drugs and sex. They are people outside of the law -- and law in the Philippines is both incredibly strict and very porous. The drug war here is about as big a deal as in Mexico and South America, and you'll be diving head first into the community of drug traffickers."<</speech>> I sat across from him, chin resting in my hands as I tried to digest all of this. <br><br><br> He continued, a monologue of red flags and concerns that made this all the more appetizing. What was I doing? <<speech "Nate.png">>"There will be situations where drugs and alcohol will be expected to fit in. And...sex. It's a highly male dominated environment and they are not concerned with laws, let alone societal or female preferences. Are you comfortable with that?"<</speech>> <div id="comfort"> <<crossroads #comfort>> <<path $bodies.length gt 10>> <<speechPC>>"Nate. This wouldn't be the first time I've been in those kinda situations."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Nate. This wouldn't be the first time I've been in those kinda situations."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"We know. But I needed to hear it from you."<</speech>> A firm look and my shrug and playful grin made him smile, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Honestly? I am finding this exciting."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Honestly? I am finding this exciting."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"We figured so, but I needed to hear it from you."<</speech>> A firm look and I gave a giggle, letting the emotion out and it made him smile, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"I can navigate my way through it. I'll figure it out."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"I can navigate my way through it. I'll figure it out."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, <<speech "Nate.png">>"We figured so, but I needed to hear it from you."<</speech>> A firm look and I returned it with a firm nod, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"So...I'll have to...oh. Okay."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible and excitable enough. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"So...I'll have to...oh. Okay."<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hands spread in a platitude. <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm not prescribing anything. We're not prescribing anything. Just detailing the situation."<</speech>> <br><br> A firm look and I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll do it. I can do it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <<path>> <<speechPC>>"I have to be, don't I?"<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"I have to be, don't I?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hands spread in a platitude. <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm not prescribing anything. We're not prescribing anything. Just detailing the situation."<</speech>> A firm look, I sighed awkwardly and nodded. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]."<</speech>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI010-Mission-Prep.png">> <<speech "Nate.png">>"You'll remain at the RedDoorz. Sorry."<</speech>> He shrugged and smiled, <<speech "Nate.png">>"But it makes sense for your legend. And you built it yourself, remember. Maybe at some point a shift will make sense. But until then, you've gotta deal with its lovely atmosphere."<</speech>> <br><br> Fuck, that sucked. I thought Bond got to live in the lap of luxury. But I guess I understood his meaning. Didn't want to throw up any flags. <<speech "Nate.png">>"You are you. No nickname, no code name. Angelo will be your Case Officer, as I mentioned, and anything we need will be passed through him and anything you need to tell us will be passed through him. If there's //anything// that you are uncomfortable with, it is up to you to bubble that up. He'll do his best to keep you as safe as possible, but if we don't know, we can't help. And we should know everything anyway. The slightest detail might give us the answers we need."<</speech>> Everything? They needed to know the details of things that might happen? But I understood that I'd be essentially on my own and needed support in a very disconnected way. <<speech "Nate.png">>"You'll be your own operative, and we trust you to choose what to do and how to approach it. We'll be there for suggestions and aid where needed, but there's a reason you're our choice."<</speech>> He smiled, standing. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good luck."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh. Uh, awkward but...you might need this?"<</speech>> He pulled a box out of his pocket and handed me the Plan B. How did he know? Fuck this //is// awkward. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Do you want...anything? Just, precautions...you know."<</speech>> He was awkward, but suggesting I be //on// birth control. <br><br> <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> <<speechPC>>"Yes. Absolutely."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> And after some thought, I told him, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>>. <<speech "Nate.png">>"We'll get that squared away for you."<</speech>> <br><br> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <<path>> <<speechPC>>"No. I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, uh. Okay. You know yourself well enough."<</speech>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Thanks for this, though."<</speechPC>> Waving the box awkwardly with a smile. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh. Uh, awkward but we know that you are...not taking birth control. Do you want...anything? Just, precautions...you know."<</speech>> He was awkward, but suggesting I be //on// birth control. <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> He knew best: <<speechPC>>"Yes. Absolutely."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> And after some thought, I told him, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>>. <br><br><br> <<speech "Nate.png">>"We'll get that squared away for you."<</speech>> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <<path>> My hair prickled and I immediately shook my head: <<speechPC>>"Nope. Been good this far!"<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, uh. Okay. You know yourself well enough."<</speech>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Thanks for this, though."<</speechPC>> Waving the box awkwardly with a smile. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</if>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> Was going across the world too much for us? I'd //just// said goodbye to <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. I had promised and immediately broken that promise. <br><br> What did that mean for our future? What did that say about me? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. Especially now. I was going to be half-way around the //world//. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. They weren't the one, clearly, and they didn't feel that I was 'the one' either. Time for honesty. Time for me to see what single life was like. It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <br><br> There's long-distance and then there's //long//-distance. This was the latter. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <br><br> It was both a relief and scary at how easy it would be to hide it from them...far, far away. <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $BE_work == true>> <<if $Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup")>> Despite the exclusivity and mystery surrounding the approaching 'big event,' the days leading up to it were no more exciting than they had been before. Those selected (me) behaved neither apprehensive nor excited, and those relegated (not me) acted neither relieved nor disappointed. <br><br> That didn't align with what Alice had made it all out to be: //important//. I ''was'' apprehensive. I needed to find out more about this thing before it happened to me. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <<else>> Despite the exclusivity and mystery surrounding the approaching 'big event,' the days leading up to it were no more exciting than they had been before. Those selected (me) behaved neither apprehensive nor excited, and those relegated (not me) acted neither relieved nor disappointed. <br><br> Weird. Maybe Alice and EROS would have had more information for me...maybe it related to my mission. But I didn't know enough yet -- at least that's how I felt -- and so a report back felt a little...weak. I didn't want to be some Golden Retriever looking for treats. I needed something substantial before I headed in. <br><br> This event had all the makings of being exactly that. In the meantime, I'd just put in my few last shifts. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup")>> Despite the exclusivity and mystery surrounding the approaching 'big event,' the days leading up to it were no more exciting than they had been before. Those selected (not me) behaved neither apprehensive nor excited, and those relegated (me) acted neither relieved nor disappointed. <br><br> That didn't align with what Alice had made it all out to be: //important//. I ''was'' disappointed. It was clear to me as well that I needed to find a way to be selected. So that was my focus for those scant few days. <br><br> <div id="BE"> <<crossroads #BE>> <<path>> Work Hard and hope to get noticed. <<contents>> <<set _work = true>> I sincerely doubted that Peaches would take well to some willful girl trying to insist on being elevated. I could just imagine how that would go. <br><br> No. My only option was to try and be a good little girl and eclipse someone else. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> Try and force the issue. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Confident enough. <<contents>> What. Would one of the others get fired or fall into Peaches' displeasure in the next few days? Doubtful. Would I become some golden child and usurp someone's position? Ha. <br><br> If I were going to change my status for this event, I needed to push the envelope. And hell, if these other girls couldn't care one way or the other, maybe being direct was juuust the ticket I <<linkexpand "needed.">> needed. <<face angry>> <br><br> Approaching your boss during the high-velocity shifts at Club ZZYZX was half the battle. Finding Tao amongst the undulating waves of humanity while I was //supposed// to be doing my job? Catching her in a window where she'd be receptive to ''anyone'' let alone someone trying to fight her on a decision she'd made? <br><br> Let's just say it gave me lots of time to consider that maybe I should have been a better 'employee' and just gotten selected in the first place. <br><br> And then, somehow, in the fog of the night (and literal fog machines) we were face to face: <<speech "Tao.png">>"American cunt. Where do you get off--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//New// ''American'' cunt. That's all the reason you should need to send me. You think they'll be pleased with the oldies but the goodies? What about when they hear about the prime that was left behind? No one's going to be asking about me?"<</speechPC>> She actually had a reaction. She paused. She //considered//. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> And then her eyes got cold. Resolute. <<speech "Tao.png">>"No, other girl newer than you."<</speech>> She turned on a dime. Elena hadn't been picked the other day, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Elena."<</speech>> The man that had been receiving fellatio from her seemed more miffed than Elena, for obvious reasons. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You selected for event."<</speech>> Elena's response was stifled by his returning cock. <br><br> Peaches had a choice smile for me on her departure, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Back to work, cunt."<</speech>> Now there was ''no'' way I'd be working the event. <<else>> <<if $Memories.includesAll("Knows Datu","Knows Luz","Knows Nestor","Knows Cornado")>> <<set $BE_event = true>> And then her eyes softened. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Smart cunt."<</speech>> And then the hardness came into her eyes, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You //think// you smart. Okay. You work the event. Get what you wish for."<</speech>> She turned on a dime and was gone. <br><br> Okay. Good job! I'd be working the event after all. That hadn't been as difficult as I expected. <br><br> But why did I now have a pit in my stomach? <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> And then her eyes got cold. Resolute. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Stupid cunt. //I// run things. Been doing a ''long'' time. You think you know everything."<</speech>> She shook her head. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Get back to work, maybe //next// event. Not looking likely though."<</speech>> She turned on a dime and was gone. <br><br> Fuck. There was ''no'' way I'd be working the event now. //And// I'd pissed her off. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Keep a low-profile. Avoid selection at all costs. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> Mission or not, Alice or no, I was more concerned about //being// a part of this event than any other pressure. <br><br> Deep down there was a knot of worry that it could only be ''bad'' and that maybe, juuust maybe, EROS was mostly concerned with success and not with my well-being. <br><br> They wouldn't be able to tell why I hadn't been chosen, so they couldn't be more upset with me than they already were. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Despite the exclusivity and mystery surrounding the approaching 'big event,' the days leading up to it were no more exciting than they had been before. Those selected (not me) behaved neither apprehensive nor excited, and those relegated (me) acted neither relieved nor disappointed. <br><br> <<include "BE001 - Nights">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> <<if _work == true>> <<state tired>> /* IMAGE (Needed) : (at a club) Three men in suits encroaching tightly on the POV */ <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Paul, the virgin sales guy")>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Hey."<</speech>> He spoke with his chin. He said it as if we were well-acquainted. And that's what gave it away: Paul's friend. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey! Gave your friend quite a nice gift the other night."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yeah. We heard. Figured it's our turn."<</speech>> That chin indicated to the other two that I hadn't noticed were part of the conversation until that moment. <br><br> A foursome? That's //quite// the step up. <div id="threeMan"> <<crossroads #threeMan>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> I was here to work hard anyway, right? What could be harder...But nothing I couldn't handle. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<set _threeman = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _hand = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _hand = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _hand = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _mouth = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _mouth = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _mouth = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -->> <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> This certainly wouldn't be the one and only time I'd be approached by multiple guys. Might as well get it under my belt. <<speechPC>>"Where to?"<</speechPC>> I was also keen to know if I //could// handle it. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yours, right?"<</speech>> He chinned the declaration at one of the other two, <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Don't want your dicks wiped on my sheets."<</speech>> He must have been the one paying or something because after putting //that// out in the Universe, I'm sure it was all the other two were thinking about while they whisked me off to one of their commodes. <br><br> His apartment felt oddly similar to Paul's, though it couldn't be the same one. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed.">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Dibs."<</speech>> He climbed ontop of me and chinned the other two to positions away from him: by my hands and mouth. <br><br> One of my hands clasped his member, which I delighted in how still it made him -- all that bravado gone, <<speechPC>>"Condoms, boys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Business Bro">>"Yeah, I'm not gonna take your gross seconds."<</speech>> <<speech "Office Guy">>"I've seen you on calls. I know you can't pull out."<</speech>> They did my work for me. Soon he was wrapped, leaning up like a Praying Mantis while he shoved himself inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> The other two -- BB and OG as I'd gotten them named in my head -- were navigating their way to avoid contact while being close enough to me to get some head or hand <<if $Body.tits !== "small">> at times, they awkwardly straddled me to thrust between my ample cleavage too<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> With three men, my proclivity to orgasm proved the most wonderful thing, but also the most difficult to navigate. I was constantly tugging my mouth from a cock, or inconsolably shuddering and shaking as one of them brought me off from their pounding. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> With three men, any rotation was brought to a shuddering pause as I popped off. It was inevitable and proved to be the most difficult part of handling them. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> With three men, I knew I'd be getting off, even if they were quick. I hadn't thought about how much harder that made taking care of //them//. My body had a way of shutting off my brain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _threeman gte 6>> We were like a humm(p)ing machine: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> But they were //pleased//. All they had to do was enjoy themselves and make sure they didn't cum first. And that was almost a laughable affair: none of them seemed to want to be the quick guy. Tugging themselves from inside me or out of my grasp to take a moment and switch positions. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> We did impressively well for a first time grouping: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> We were all focused and I think my body and my skills were enough to distract them from their friend's cocks and balls. None of them wanted to quit until their orgasms told them to. <<else>> It was new for all of us and we did our best: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> Despite all my effort and skill, it was still a stop-and-start affair and with many awkward moments where near-brushes with each other threatened to end the whole thing. Luckily, my naked body and the promise of nutting was enough to keep it going until they all finished. <</if>> <br><br> It was a frantic, hour-long fuck affair that left me sweating and exhausted...and them <<linkexpand "spent.">> spent. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial2 body2 breasts2 mound1>> <<face tired runny>> <br><br> Almost in unison, the cock from inside me was tugged free and condom flung aside. My hair was yanked and head held still. My heaving chest provided a target for the third. <br><br> Hot, thick streaks of white splattered across my body as the reward for the long-edged and prepared loads. I couldn't help but laugh in delight at them unloading themselves all over me. <br><br> The discomfort of being around each other naked, despite my ministrations, fell fully upon us in post-nut clarity. They threw on clothes and ushered me out -- a succinct close to the frenzy of the past hour. <br><br> On the walk [[home|HomeBase]], I was able to finally process the insanity of three cocks at once. <<if _threeman gte 6>> I was kinda floored at how well I had done...I really did have that kinda talent stored deep down inside. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> For a newbie, I think I had acquitted myself well, though I had a lot of learning ahead of me. <<else>> I wouldn't be attempting it anytime soon, it was just too much for me to be of good 'service'. <</if>> It seemed like it had been my <<if _mouth gt _hand>> mouth, tongue and eyecontact that really drove them crazy. Despite what I offered between my legs, I could feel them ansty to get back up front sooner rather than later. <<elseif _hand gt _mouth>> ability to keep them hard 'in between' the good stuff. The edging and coaxing with my body that proved to be the thing that astounded them all the most. <<else>> pussy and ability to //fuck// that proved to be the thing they all wanted more of. <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> It made me feel disgusting that I had been a part of it...and a commendable job. They had no idea how little I wanted them...or any man. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<vCardCheck "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 23" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "OG" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "BB" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 27" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> I was more of a one-on-one girlie. <<blocked>> $CC.name personality is too extreme. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> As much as I had steeled myself to work 'hard' to be placed at the event, a threeman was too much. I considered them all, trying to work myself up to do them all...but couldn't. <br><br> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> My hand grasping his tie, pulling him close and whispering slow and hotly into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway.<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> The good girl inside hated this, but I had decided to //work// to get placed at the Event. I could do one... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> Those words made something in my wholesome core break slightly. Tentatively, my hand grasped his tie, nudging him close and whispering slow into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<set $mindCorruption ++>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway. Fuck...I hated this and I loved it. What was wrong with me?<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Hey."<</speech>> He spoke with his chin. He said it as if we were well-acquainted. But I did not know this guy in any way, shape or form. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey? Don't think we've met."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yeah. Was doing research for our friend Paul, figured he didn't deserve such prime. But we..."<</speech>> That chin indicated to the other two that I hadn't noticed were part of the conversation until that moment. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Do."<</speech>> A foursome? That's //quite// the step up. <div id="threeMan"> <<crossroads #threeMan>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> I was here to work hard anyway, right? What could be harder...But nothing I couldn't handle. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<set _threeman = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _hand = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _hand = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _hand = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _mouth = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _mouth = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _mouth = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -->> <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> This certainly wouldn't be the one and only time I'd be approached by multiple guys. Might as well get it under my belt. <<speechPC>>"Where to?"<</speechPC>> I was also keen to know if I //could// handle it. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yours, right?"<</speech>> He chinned the declaration at one of the other two, <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Don't want your dicks wiped on my sheets."<</speech>> He must have been the one paying or something because after putting //that// out in the Universe, I'm sure it was all the other two were thinking about while they whisked me off to one of their commodes. <br><br> His apartment felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed.">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Dibs."<</speech>> He climbed ontop of me and chinned the other two to positions away from him: by my hands and mouth. <br><br> One of my hands clasped his member, which I delighted in how still it made him -- all that bravado gone, <<speechPC>>"Condoms, boys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Business Bro">>"Yeah, I'm not gonna take your gross seconds."<</speech>> <<speech "Office Guy">>"I've seen you on calls. I know you can't pull out."<</speech>> They did my work for me. Soon he was wrapped, leaning up like a Praying Mantis while he shoved himself inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size and SexSkills">> The other two -- BB and OG as I'd gotten them named in my head -- were navigating their way to avoid contact while being close enough to me to get some head or hand <<if $Body.tits !== "small">> at times, they awkwardly straddled me to thrust between my ample cleavage too<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> With three men, my proclivity to orgasm proved the most wonderful thing, but also the most difficult to navigate. I was constantly tugging my mouth from a cock, or inconsolably shuddering and shaking as one of them brought me off from their pounding. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> With three men, any rotation was brought to a shuddering pause as I popped off. It was inevitable and proved to be the most difficult part of handling them. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> With three men, I knew I'd be getting off, even if they were quick. I hadn't thought about how much harder that made taking care of //them//. My body had a way of shutting off my brain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _threeman gte 6>> We were like a humm(p)ing machine: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> But they were //pleased//. All they had to do was enjoy themselves and make sure they didn't cum first. And that was almost a laughable affair: none of them seemed to want to be the quick guy. Tugging themselves from inside me or out of my grasp to take a moment and switch positions. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> We did impressively well for a first time grouping: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> We were all focused and I think my body and my skills were enough to distract them from their friend's cocks and balls. None of them wanted to quit until their orgasms told them to. <<else>> It was new for all of us and we did our best: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> Despite all my effort and skill, it was still a stop-and-start affair and with many awkward moments where near-brushes with each other threatened to end the whole thing. Luckily, my naked body and the promise of nutting was enough to keep it going until they all finished. <</if>> <br><br> It was a frantic, hour-long fuck affair that left me sweating and exhausted...and them <<linkexpand "spent.">> spent. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial2 body2 breasts2 mound1>> <<face tired runny>> <br><br> Almost in unison, the cock from inside me was tugged free and condom flung aside. My hair was yanked and head held still. My heaving chest provided a target for the third. <br><br> Hot, thick streaks of white splattered across my body as the reward for the long-edged and prepared loads. I couldn't help but laugh in delight at them unloading themselves all over me. <br><br> The discomfort of being around each other naked, despite my ministrations, fell fully upon us in post-nut clarity. They threw on clothes and ushered me out -- a succinct close to the frenzy of the past hour. <br><br> On the walk [[home|HomeBase]], I was able to finally process the insanity of three cocks at once. <<if _threeman gte 6>>I was kinda floored at how well I had done...I really did have that kinda talent stored deep down inside.<<elseif _threeman gte 3>>For a newbie, I think I had acquitted myself well, though I had a lot of learning ahead of me. <<else>>I wouldn't be attempting it anytime soon, it was just too much for me to be of good 'service'.<</if>> It seemed like it had been my <<if _mouth gt _hand>>mouth, tongue and eyecontact that really drove them crazy. Despite what I offered between my legs, I could feel them ansty to get back up front sooner rather than later. <<elseif _hand gt _mouth>>ability to keep them hard 'in between' the good stuff. The edging and coaxing with my body that proved to be the thing that astounded them all the most. <<else>>pussy and ability to //fuck// that proved to be the thing they all wanted more of.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<vCardCheck "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 23" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "OG" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "BB" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 27" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> I was more of a one-on-one girlie. <<blocked>> $CC.name personality is too extreme. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> As much as I had steeled myself to work 'hard' to be placed at the event, a threeman was too much. I considered them all, trying to work myself up to do them all...but couldn't. <br><br> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> My hand grasping his tie, pulling him close and whispering slow and hotly into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway.<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of a bunch of coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> The good girl inside hated this, but I had decided to //work// to get placed at the Event. I could do one... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> Those words made something in my wholesome core break slightly. Tentatively, my hand grasped his tie, nudging him close and whispering slow into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<face ahego>> <<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway. Fuck...I hated this and I loved it. What was wrong with me?<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of a bunch of coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> /* IMAGE (Needed) : (at a club) Three men in suits encroaching tightly on the POV */ <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Paul, the virgin sales guy")>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Hey."<</speech>> He spoke with his chin. He said it as if we were well-acquainted. And that's what gave it away: Paul's friend. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey! Gave your friend quite a nice gift the other night."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yeah. We heard. Figured it's our turn."<</speech>> That chin indicated to the other two that I hadn't noticed were part of the conversation until that moment. <br><br> A foursome? That's //quite// the step up. <div id="threeMan"> <<crossroads #threeMan>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> But nothing I couldn't handle. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<set _threeman = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _hand = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _hand = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _hand = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _mouth = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _mouth = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _mouth = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -->> <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> This certainly wouldn't be the one and only time I'd be approached by multiple guys. Might as well get it under my belt. <<speechPC>>"Where to?"<</speechPC>> I was also keen to know if I //could// handle it. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yours, right?"<</speech>> He chinned the declaration at one of the other two, <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Don't want your dicks wiped on my sheets."<</speech>> He must have been the one paying or something because after putting //that// out in the Universe, I'm sure it was all the other two were thinking about while they whisked me off to one of their commodes. <br><br> His apartment felt oddly similar to Paul's, though it couldn't be the same one. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed.">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Dibs."<</speech>> He climbed ontop of me and chinned the other two to positions away from him: by my hands and mouth. <br><br> One of my hands clasped his member, which I delighted in how still it made him -- all that bravado gone, <<speechPC>>"Condoms, boys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Business Bro">>"Yeah, I'm not gonna take your gross seconds."<</speech>> <<speech "Office Guy">>"I've seen you on calls. I know you can't pull out."<</speech>> They did my work for me. Soon he was wrapped, leaning up like a Praying Mantis while he shoved himself inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size and Kinks">> The other two -- BB and OG as I'd gotten them named in my head -- were navigating their way to avoid contact while being close enough to me to get some head or hand <<if $Body.tits !== "small">> at times, they awkwardly straddled me to thrust between my ample cleavage too<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> With three men, my proclivity to orgasm proved the most wonderful thing, but also the most difficult to navigate. I was constantly tugging my mouth from a cock, or inconsolably shuddering and shaking as one of them brought me off from their pounding. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> With three men, any rotation was brought to a shuddering pause as I popped off. It was inevitable and proved to be the most difficult part of handling them. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> With three men, I knew I'd be getting off, even if they were quick. I hadn't thought about how much harder that made taking care of //them//. My body had a way of shutting off my brain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _threeman gte 6>> We were like a humm(p)ing machine: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> But they were //pleased//. All they had to do was enjoy themselves and make sure they didn't cum first. And that was almost a laughable affair: none of them seemed to want to be the quick guy. Tugging themselves from inside me or out of my grasp to take a moment and switch positions. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> We did impressively well for a first time grouping: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> We were all focused and I think my body and my skills were enough to distract them from their friend's cocks and balls. None of them wanted to quit until their orgasms told them to. <<else>> It was new for all of us and we did our best: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> Despite all my effort and skill, it was still a stop-and-start affair and with many awkward moments where near-brushes with each other threatened to end the whole thing. Luckily, my naked body and the promise of nutting was enough to keep it going until they all finished. <</if>> <br><br> It was a frantic, hour-long fuck affair that left me sweating and exhausted...and them <<linkexpand "spent.">> spent. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial2 body2 breasts2 mound1>> <<face tired runny>> <br><br> Almost in unison, the cock from inside me was tugged free and condom flung aside. My hair was yanked and head held still. My heaving chest provided a target for the third. <br><br> Hot, thick streaks of white splattered across my body as the reward for the long-edged and prepared loads. I couldn't help but laugh in delight at them unloading themselves all over me. <br><br> The discomfort of being around each other naked, despite my ministrations, fell fully upon us in post-nut clarity. They threw on clothes and ushered me out -- a succinct close to the frenzy of the past hour. <br><br> On the walk [[home|HomeBase]], I was able to finally process the insanity of three cocks at once. <<if _threeman gte 6>>I was kinda floored at how well I had done...I really did have that kinda talent stored deep down inside. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>>For a newbie, I think I had acquitted myself well, though I had a lot of learning ahead of me.<<else>>I wouldn't be attempting it anytime soon, it was just too much for me to be of good 'service'.<</if>> It seemed like it had been my <<if _mouth gt _hand>>mouth, tongue and eyecontact that really drove them crazy. Despite what I offered between my legs, I could feel them ansty to get back up front sooner rather than later. <<elseif _hand gt _mouth>>ability to keep them hard 'in between' the good stuff. The edging and coaxing with my body that proved to be the thing that astounded them all the most.<<else>> pussy and ability to //fuck// that proved to be the thing they all wanted more of. <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheck "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 23" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "OG" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "BB" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 27" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> I was more of a one-on-one girlie. <<blocked>> $CC.name personality is too extreme. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> My hand grasping his tie, pulling him close and whispering slow and hotly into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly similar to Paul's though it couldn't have been the same one. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean, especially after that idiot wore a raincoat."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he did what Paul wouldn't...and before any of his other bros could. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway.<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> No, this was too much. I was //far// in over my head. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> My mind was a frazzle of confused, embittered thoughts. How had I even gotten in this situation? Could I get out? Was it of actual benefit to the mission? This was too much. <br><br> I stumbled back off the couch, <<speechPC>>"Sure, of course, let me just...freshen up."<</speechPC>> Turned. Headed //straight// to the <<linkexpand "bathrooms.">> bathrooms. <br><br> <<face sad runny>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Huddled into the far stall, I sobbed. Knees clutched to my chest, feeling the moist air on all my exposed parts. All I could think of was the warmth of home. My friends. The great ''normalcy'' I had left behind. And for what? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Large shadowy form holding open a bathroom stall door, lookng down at POV */ The door <<shake>>slammed<</shake>> open, nearly clipping my shins. Hadn't I locked it? I jerked back, like a frightened doe. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Take her."<</speech>> Peaches had become some large, muscular, imposing man. Yanking me up from the sticky bathroom tile, escorting me out of the bathroom...my throat was tight imagining her just throwing me down in front of the three men and letting them have their way with me. <br><br> I'd lost all agency. I'd lost the <<print $CC.name>> that I'd used to be. She would never return... <br><br> When I was thrown down, it jostled me from my internal pity-party. But not in front of the three, but onto a desk in an office. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino")>>Niño's office.<<else>><<run $Memories.push("Knows Nino")>><</if>><<speech "Tao.png">>"New ones always need training."<</speech>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll take care of it."<</speech>> He was standing behind me, taking my hair tightly in his hand, reining me in case I tried to move. I was too in shock to move, but he wasn't taking any risks. <<speech "Tao.png">>"I know."<</speech>> The heavy metal door slammed shut and she was <<linkexpand "gone.">> gone. <<dollRearView>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> It wasn't three men fucking me, but it was no less rough. My hips were bruised by the edge of his desk. My ass and back were welted from the rings on his hands and when he decided -- why, I don't know -- to use his belt on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>><<state aroused>><<set $mindCorruption ++>><<growPersonality 2>>And I liked it?<</if>> <br><br> He fucked me in my ass. Then he switched to my pussy. He fucked me like he was plowing me open, proving that I could be invaded no matter what I wanted. <br><br> He fucked me unprotected. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<speechPC>>"You need a condom!"<</speechPC>> But he was showing me that fertile or not, I would get rawdogged. Another lesson.<</if>> <br><br> He didn't speak to me. He didn't even grunt. Practiced fucking, so used to it that I didn't even move his needle. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAll("Tight Pussy","Good Intercourse")>>How could I not move his needle? //Every// guy loved fucking me.<</if>> To him, I was average. Less than average? I wondered if he moaned when he masturbated. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play")>> <<state aroused>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality 2>> This wasn't consentual non-consent or anything. This was the ''real'' deal. And it turned me on so much. I fought him simply because I knew it was useless. I wanted to feel how powerless I was under him. <</if>> So he raped me. For so long. I was astounded. Impressed. Overwhelmed. But that was the point. <br><br> <<if !$Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>><<state aroused>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> God, this was making me so hot. How had I gone through life to reserved if, deep down, he was showing me that I wanted to be treated like this: fucked? <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> I didn't want it to end. I wanted him to use me forever. <</if>> <<else>> Unsurprisingly, I wasn't enjoying this. That was the point. Enjoyment wasn't part of the deal. Being //fucked// was the deal. Very balanced. Very equitable. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> He didn't seem to be enjoying himself, and I knew I wasn't supposed to, but still...I <<shake>>came<</shake>> on his pistoning cock. He yanked at my hair. He hit me. He held me down harder. He drove his cock sharply inside me. All like he would stop me from orgasming. Like it was part of the struggle, but my body had a mind of its own and this wrangling was making me <<shake>>cum<</shake>> and //cum// and ''cum''. Fuck. What was //wrong// with meeeee.... <<else>> Of course it wasn't pleasureable. There was no ''ounce'' of his method that was designed to make me peak. There was only pain instead. Brutal relentlessness. <<skillChecked "Perception" "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>> <<run $Intel.push("Nino's Computer")>> Though with brutal relentlessness came a determination and focus that was wholly on me. And I had nothing else to do but take it and memorize everything I was reading on his computer screen. The pain made it indelible. I knew it would come in handy sometime. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Still, even as 'meh' as I was to him, the 'sex' still got <<linkexpand "there.">> there. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs3 pussy1>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> He breathed slowly, deeply, while his long cock spewed his load inside me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><<set $mindCorruption ++>>And the sensation made me shudder. I pressed back against him, accepting his sperm as deeply as I could. //Needy//.<</if>> <br><br> Withdrawing, he shoved me off of his desk to the floor. The desktop digging a hard line across my stomach and jut of my hipbones. <br><br> He had deposited and now I was deposited. I didn't need a word from him; he wouldn't give one anyway. The lesson was over and the message was clear: Go home and be good now. Be a whore for us. <br><br> I went [[home|HomeBase]]. <<if $BE_work == true>><<set $BE_work = false>>It didn't surprise me to find out I had been removed from the Event roster.<</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Nino" M "Nino, breaking me like an unruly mare" 28 "asian">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> He could break my will, but he couldn't bend my desire. I would never //want// these men. Especially with how guys like Nino treated me. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Hey."<</speech>> He spoke with his chin. He said it as if we were well-acquainted. But I did not know this guy in any way, shape or form. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey? Don't think we've met."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yeah. Was doing research for our friend Paul, figured he didn't deserve such prime. But we..."<</speech>> That chin indicated to the other two that I hadn't noticed were part of the conversation until that moment. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Do."<</speech>> A foursome? That's //quite// the step up. <div id="threeMan"> <<crossroads #threeMan>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> But nothing I couldn't handle. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<set _threeman = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _hand = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _hand = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Handjobs")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _hand = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set _threeman += 3>><<set _mouth = 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set _threeman += 2>><<set _mouth = 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set _threeman ++>><<set _mouth = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 3>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set _threeman -->> <</if>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> This certainly wouldn't be the one and only time I'd be approached by multiple guys. Might as well get it under my belt. <<speechPC>>"Where to?"<</speechPC>> I was also keen to know if I //could// handle it. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Yours, right?"<</speech>> He chinned the declaration at one of the other two, <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Don't want your dicks wiped on my sheets."<</speech>> He must have been the one paying or something because after putting //that// out in the Universe, I'm sure it was all the other two were thinking about while they whisked me off to one of their commodes. <br><br> His apartment felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed.">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Dibs."<</speech>> He climbed ontop of me and chinned the other two to positions away from him: by my hands and mouth. <br><br> One of my hands clasped his member, which I delighted in how still it made him -- all that bravado gone, <<speechPC>>"Condoms, boys."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Business Bro">>"Yeah, I'm not gonna take your gross seconds."<</speech>> <<speech "Office Guy">>"I've seen you on calls. I know you can't pull out."<</speech>> <br><br> They did my work for me. Soon he was wrapped, leaning up like a Praying Mantis while he shoved himself inside me. <br><br> The other two -- BB and OG as I'd gotten them named in my head -- were navigating their way to avoid contact while being close enough to me to get some head or hand <<skillChecked "Breast Size and SexSkills">> <<if $Body.tits !== "small">> at times, they awkwardly straddled me to thrust between my ample cleavage too<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> With three men, my proclivity to orgasm proved the most wonderful thing, but also the most difficult to navigate. I was constantly tugging my mouth from a cock, or inconsolably shuddering and shaking as one of them brought me off from their pounding. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> With three men, any rotation was brought to a shuddering pause as I popped off. It was inevitable and proved to be the most difficult part of handling them. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> With three men, I knew I'd be getting off, even if they were quick. I hadn't thought about how much harder that made taking care of //them//. My body had a way of shutting off my brain. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _threeman gte 6>> We were like a humm(p)ing machine: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> But they were //pleased//. All they had to do was enjoy themselves and make sure they didn't cum first. And that was almost a laughable affair: none of them seemed to want to be the quick guy. Tugging themselves from inside me or out of my grasp to take a moment and switch positions. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>> We did impressively well for a first time grouping: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> We were all focused and I think my body and my skills were enough to distract them from their friend's cocks and balls. None of them wanted to quit until their orgasms told them to. <<else>> It was new for all of us and we did our best: my legs up, hands and mouth engaged. Different rates of thrusting and rocking, all in their own syncopated rhythm. Wet smacking and slurpring, my muffled grunting and the undulating waves of their groaning and comments. <br><br> On all fours, bracing on one hand, head turned the other way, shoving my body back against the third guy. It took all of my sexual acumen to be able to keep my metronome working without any reference point. I could only look at one at a time. <br><br> Despite all my effort and skill, it was still a stop-and-start affair and with many awkward moments where near-brushes with each other threatened to end the whole thing. Luckily, my naked body and the promise of nutting was enough to keep it going until they all finished. <</if>> <br><br> It was a frantic, hour-long fuck affair that left me sweating and exhausted...and them <<linkexpand "spent.">> spent. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial2 body2 breasts2 mound1>> <<face tired runny>> <br><br> Almost in unison, the cock from inside me was tugged free and condom flung aside. My hair was yanked and head held still. My heaving chest provided a target for the third. <br><br> Hot, thick streaks of white splattered across my body as the reward for the long-edged and prepared loads. I couldn't help but laugh in delight at them unloading themselves all over me. <br><br> The discomfort of being around each other naked, despite my ministrations, fell fully upon us in post-nut clarity. They threw on clothes and ushered me out -- a succinct close to the frenzy of the past hour. <br><br> On the walk [[home|HomeBase]], I was able to finally process the insanity of three cocks at once. <<if _threeman gte 6>>I was kinda floored at how well I had done...I really did have that kinda talent stored deep down inside. <<elseif _threeman gte 3>>For a newbie, I think I had acquitted myself well, though I had a lot of learning ahead of me. <<else>>I wouldn't be attempting it anytime soon, it was just too much for me to be of good 'service'.<</if>> It seemed like it had been my <<if _mouth gt _hand>>mouth, tongue and eyecontact that really drove them crazy. Despite what I offered between my legs, I could feel them ansty to get back up front sooner rather than later. <<elseif _hand gt _mouth>>ability to keep them hard 'in between' the good stuff. The edging and coaxing with my body that proved to be the thing that astounded them all the most. <<else>>pussy and ability to //fuck// that proved to be the thing they all wanted more of.<</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheck "GIAS" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 23" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "OG" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 25" "ethnicity: asian">> <<vCardCheck "BB" M "One of Paul's coworkers, just some guy in a suit" "age: 27" "ethnicity: asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>> I was more of a one-on-one girlie. <<blocked>> $CC.name personality is too extreme. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I knew that 'no' wasn't an answer. It had to be a //form// of yes. So: <<speechPC>>"I want you all to myself."<</speechPC>> My hand grasping his tie, pulling him close and whispering slow and hotly into his ear. He'd still be getting what he wanted... <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"I hoped you'd say that."<</speech>> He bit back at my earlobe. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Sorry guys, we'll have to spread this out over a few nights, looks like. I got dibs."<</speech>> He did my work for me, standing up with our hands clasped, leading me away from the other two and out of the Club. A small win, I guess. <br><br> He brought me to his apartment. It felt oddly unlived in. The layout, the decorations, the furniture, even his <<linkexpand "bed">> bed (which we made our way to rapidly). <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, buddy. Pro-tection."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>Even as much as a part of my lizard brain wanted to feel him unload inside me, the rational part of me was realizing that would be //very// self-destructive in this line of work. Not to mention STIs.<</if>> <br><br> He was mounting me and just shaking his head, shoving my thighs open. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Nuh-uh. Yer new, probably clean."<</speech>> He chuckled and shoved in. <br><br> While he made my body bounce under his young coltish thrusting, all I could think of was finding a way to more assuredly make these Johns wrap up. It felt like 3D chess convincing men -- who already thought of me as a sextoy that they were //renting// -- to take anything less than their filet mignon. <br><br> He was there to drive the point home, grunting into my ear while he 'claimed' me for <<linkexpand "himself.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> himself. I could hear the delight in his shuddering breaths as he got in before the 'friend' he had been scoping me for...and before any of his other bros could. Testing out the goods, as it were. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>><<speechPC>>"Yesss..."<</speechPC>> Came unbidden from me while he did what I craved anyway.<</if>> <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He said while videoing his slow withdrawal and holding until the pearlescence within me peeked with its rising bubble. <<speech "Guy in a Suit">>"You better say yes when the other guys come for you."<</speech>> It came with a swat on my ass, sending me on my way. <br><br> On my way [[home|HomeBase]], I was glad that the upcoming event might put a wrinkle in the group's plans. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Passed from one 'buddy' to another...like a commodity to possess. The ick for men grew every day, from every single one. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> <<vCardCheckPreg "GIAS" M "One of a bunch of coworkers, just some guy in a suit" 23 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> No, this was too much. I was //far// in over my head. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> My mind was a frazzle of confused, embittered thoughts. How had I even gotten in this situation? Could I get out? Was it of actual benefit to the mission? This was too much. <br><br> I stumbled back off the couch, <<speechPC>>"Sure, of course, let me just...freshen up."<</speechPC>> Turned. Headed //straight// to the <<linkexpand "bathrooms.">> bathrooms. <br><br> <<face sad runny>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Huddled into the far stall, I sobbed. Knees clutched to my chest, feeling the moist air on all my exposed parts. All I could think of was the warmth of home. My friends. The great ''normalcy'' I had left behind. And for what? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Large shadowy form holding open a bathroom stall door, lookng down at POV */ The door <<shake>>slammed<</shake>> open, nearly clipping my shins. Hadn't I locked it? I jerked back, like a frightened doe. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Take her."<</speech>> Peaches had become some large, muscular, imposing man. Yanking me up from the sticky bathroom tile, escorting me out of the bathroom...my throat was tight imagining her just throwing me down in front of the three men and letting them have their way with me. <br><br> I'd lost all agency. I'd lost the <<print $CC.name>> that I'd used to be. She would never return... <br><br> When I was thrown down, it jostled me from my internal pity-party. But not in front of the three, but onto a desk in an office. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino")>>Niño's office. <<else>><<run $Memories.push("Knows Nino")>><</if>><<speech "Tao.png">>"New ones always need training."<</speech>> <<speech "Nino.png">>"I'll take care of it."<</speech>> He was standing behind me, taking my hair tightly in his hand, reining me in case I tried to move. I was too in shock to move, but he wasn't taking any risks. <<speech "Tao.png">>"I know."<</speech>> The heavy metal door slammed shut and she was <<linkexpand "gone.">> gone. <<dollRearView>> <br><br><<skillChecked "Kinks">> It wasn't three men fucking me, but it was no less rough. My hips were bruised by the edge of his desk. My ass and back were welted from the rings on his hands and when he decided -- why, I don't know -- to use his belt on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>><<state aroused>><<set $mindCorruption ++>><<growPersonality 2>>And I liked it?<</if>> <br><br> He fucked me in my ass. Then he switched to my pussy. He fucked me like he was plowing me open, proving that I could be invaded no matter what I wanted. <br><br> He fucked me unprotected. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<speechPC>>"You need a condom!"<</speechPC>> But he was showing me that fertile or not, I would get rawdogged. Another lesson.<</if>> <br><br><<skillChecked "SexSkills">> He didn't speak to me. He didn't even grunt. Practiced fucking, so used to it that I didn't even move his needle. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAll("Tight Pussy","Good Intercourse")>>How could I not move his needle? //Every// guy loved fucking me.<</if>> To him, I was average. Less than average? I wondered if he moaned when he masturbated. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play")>> <<state aroused>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality 2>> This wasn't consentual non-consent or anything. This was the ''real'' deal. And it turned me on so much. I fought him simply because I knew it was useless. I wanted to feel how powerless I was under him. <</if>> So he raped me. For so long. I was astounded. Impressed. Overwhelmed. But that was the point. <br><br> <<if !$Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>><<state aroused>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> God, this was making me so hot. How had I gone through life to reserved if, deep down, he was showing me that I wanted to be treated like this: fucked? <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> I didn't want it to end. I wanted him to use me forever. <</if>> <<else>> Unsurprisingly, I wasn't enjoying this. That was the point. Enjoyment wasn't part of the deal. Being //fucked// was the deal. Very balanced. Very equitable. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> He didn't seem to be enjoying himself, and I knew I wasn't supposed to, but still...I <<shake>>came<</shake>> on his pistoning cock. He yanked at my hair. He hit me. He held me down harder. He drove his cock sharply inside me. All like he would stop me from orgasming. Like it was part of the struggle, but my body had a mind of its own and this wrangling was making me <<shake>>cum<</shake>> and //cum// and ''cum''. Fuck. What was //wrong// with meeeee.... <<else>> Of course it wasn't pleasureable. There was no ''ounce'' of his method that was designed to make me peak. There was only pain instead. Brutal relentlessness. <<skillChecked "Perception" "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>> <<run $Intel.push("Nino's Computer")>> Though with brutal relentlessness came a determination and focus that was wholly on me. And I had nothing else to do but take it and memorize everything I was reading on his computer screen. The pain made it indelible. I knew it would come in handy sometime. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Still, even as 'meh' as I was to him, the 'sex' still got <<linkexpand "there.">> there. <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs3 pussy1>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> He breathed slowly, deeply, while his long cock spewed his load inside me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><<set $mindCorruption ++>>And the sensation made me shudder. I pressed back against him, accepting his sperm as deeply as I could. //Needy//.<</if>> <br><br> Withdrawing, he shoved me off of his desk to the floor. The desktop digging a hard line across my stomach and jut of my hipbones. <br><br> He had deposited and now I was deposited. I didn't need a word from him; he wouldn't give one anyway. The lesson was over and the message was clear: Go home and be good now. Be a whore for us. <br><br> I went [[home|HomeBase]]. <<if $BE_work == true>><<set $BE_work = false>>It didn't surprise me to find out I had been removed from the Event roster.<</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> He could break my will, but he couldn't bend my desire. I would never //want// these men. Especially with how guys like Nino treated me. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Nino" M "Nino, breaking me like an unruly mare" 28 "asian">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> <<outfit gogo>> <<if _work == true>> <<state tired>> Simply not being selected for the event seemed to release the tension between Sakie and I. As if she had been declared winner and I was relegated to the B-tier. It rankled, but I wasn't going to be upset to have a little more grace with that bitch. <br><br> I wanted to be selected. //Needed//. Maybe this was the opportunity to get in her good graces and try and nudge Anika aside? Or work with trusty Lori single-mindedly on showing how much I deserved to be a part of the A team? <div id="dance"> <<crossroads #dance>> <<path>> Try and team with Sakie. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I could practically see the tiny hairs on her neck rising with my single word. Her eyes made the barest of movements to find mine. <<speechPC>>"Congrats, by the way."<</speechPC>> I was overly submissive. I had to approach her as openly and genuinely as possible. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Thanks."<</speech>> There was restraint in the way she responded. Because she didn't believe me? Because of something else? <<speechPC>>"I just...feel like we got off on the wrong foot and I could learn a lot from you."<</speechPC>> Catering to her ego: I saw the cracks immediately. <br><br> She marched over to the assignments and scribbled -- something none of us were allowed to do: that was Peaches' territory only -- <<speech "Sakura.png">>"<<print $CC.name>> is with me tonight."<</speech>> As easy as that, Sakura and I were a duo. If you could call it that. My purpose was to aggrandize her. Every bit of choreography was designed to draw eyes to her. Was that the lesson? Selfishness, posturing, and rank? <br><br> She //did// have some ethereal quality to her. Some kind of sensuality to her movements despite being overtly derived from J-Pop. She catered to the prying eyes and the act of a 'young schoolgirl'. A little too much skin, and pleasantly naive about it all. Blissfully unaware and smiling. <br><br> But beneath that was something 'old soul,' a fluidity to her dancing that spoke to something deeper than a coy, virginal sexpot act. I don't think the men noticed. I don't think the men cared. <br><br> I'm not sure after our pairing I was any better than I had been, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"You should be happy you weren't picked."<</speech>> She slumped into her chair in the greenroom. All the coyness and youth gone. The worldly, aware, and machinating Sakura beneath rushing to take its place. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I'm sure you're gonna kill it."<</speechPC>> She might have been right, but there was still a bittersweetness to that truth. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"When these guys celebrate, the last thing they're after is watching a good dance."<</speech>> I nodded. So the event was a celebration. 'Guys' -- people she knew. This was old hat for her. And Sakie and Anika wouldn't be there as dancers really. <br><br> A little information and a //lot// of headway with Sakura, it seemed. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the [[roster|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Work hard with Lori. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey girl."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Oh hey!"<</speech>> Her hugs were the //best// and she gave them freely. <<speechPC>>"I'm trying to change Peaches' mind...think we can give her a show and get her to reconsider."<</speechPC>> She was floored. I don't think I'd seen Lori have that little expression on her face ever, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Okay. But. Why?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're not jealous?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Love. You do //not// want to go to these events."<</speech>> But I //did//. I couldn't tell her why, but she saw the need in my eyes. <<speech "Lori.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. If this place is bad. These events are awful."<</speech>> Her head drooped. I was resolved. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Fine. But I'm //not// going to get picked, you hear me?"<</speech>> Like two lesbian lovers, we mounted the platform and gyrated on each other. Mouths a bare inch apart, mouthing the words of the song in a ballet of near-kisses as our bodies ground and cavorted together. <br><br> Our hands, grasping at each other tightly provided the counterbalances I needed to arch out dangerously over the crowd. She swung me around, back contorted to press my breasts out and head downward, looking upside-down at the clientele: a cleavage shot from below. <br><br> And then, to add to the madness of nearly falling to my death head-first, I let go of one hand, extending it downward, back nearly brushing at the edge of the platform: Lori dangling me to make fingertip contact in a slow, sleepy arch around us. <br><br> She tugged. I knew she had nearly lost her grip. Her pull gave me momentum and we were crashing together, dropping to the platform with our legs hanging out over the crowd. We swayed back and forth, skin-to-skin, stroking and caressing each other in a semblance of post-coital. <br><br> With how we were both breathing, it really added to the effect. It was crazy hot. I could feel the eyes on us and some of the stillness in the crowd as men just stopped their awkward rocking to watch the show. <br><br> With Lori it was easy. <br><br> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the [[roster|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<if $BE_work == true>> I could feel the tension between Sakie and I rising. My selection to the event was like a klaxon announcing me as a threat to her position. The new up-and-comer. I wondered how that night would go without my ride-or-die Lori and the other girls as a buffer. <br><br> What was this event anyway? What would we be doing? Just more of the same? I had to assume so, since there were specific girls from each traunch of Club workers. <br><br> All the same...should I get some more info on what I was walking into? Or maybe cozy up to Sakie, just in case. <div id="dance"> <<crossroads #dance>> <<path>> Dig up intel from the girls. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Hey!"<</speech>> Her hugs were the //best// and she gave them freely. <<speechPC>>"Oh hey!"<</speechPC>> She yanked me down the hallway, away from the green room between sets. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Love. You do //not// want to go to these events."<</speech>> But I //did//. I couldn't tell her why, but she saw the need in my eyes. <<speech "Lori.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. If this place is bad. These events are awful."<</speech>> I looked at her down over my nose, <<speechPC>>"And what am I supposed to do about that?"<</speechPC>> She shrugged and gave me another one of those hugs. Why did it have a quality of a goodbye? <<speech "Lori.png">>"Be safe, okay?"<</speech>> Okay. That didn't make me feel good. <br><br> Anika was next and it came with one of her little honey-balls, <<speech "Anika">>"Thank you, by the way."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't do anything."<</speechPC>> I laughed, scarfing it down. <<speech "Anika">>"I know, but still. I //need// to thank you. And apologize."<</speech>> Sakie shot her a stare from across the room and it wasn't for the gift in my mouth. <<speechPC>>"You didn't do anything!"<</speechPC>> I couldn't help the rising gorge that threatened to send Anika's delicious protein ball back onto the vanity. Twisting in my seat, I looked at all the girls. Most of them shied from eye contact, <<speechPC>>"Am I just going to have to walk into this blind? You all know something and aren't saying anything."<</speechPC>> It was Sakie, of all people who gave me what I was after, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"This is not a reward, <<print $CC.name>>. These are the people who run Peaches. Who run //Datu//."<</speech>> Well that boded well for the mission. And poorly for me? <<speech "Sakura.png">>"There have been other dancers before us. Some are girls on the couches now. Others disappeared with these men."<</speech>> Sakie was afraid. This was a weakness I'd never seen in her, and I think it surprised her too. There were girls she knew that were flashing through her mind. She didn't want to be one of them. <br><br> I needed the intel, but I didn't want to be one of them [[either|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Become besties with Sakie. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I could practically see the tiny hairs on her neck rising with my single word. Her eyes made the barest of movements to find mine. <<speechPC>>"Congrats, by the way."<</speechPC>> I was overly submissive. I had to approach her as openly and genuinely as possible. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Thanks."<</speech>> There was restraint in the way she responded. Because she didn't believe me? Because of something else? <<speechPC>>"I just...feel like we got off on the wrong foot and I could learn a lot from you."<</speechPC>> Catering to her ego: I saw the cracks immediately. <br><br> She marched over to the assignments and scribbled -- something none of us were allowed to do: that was Peaches' territory only -- <<speech "Sakura.png">>"<<print $CC.name>> is with me tonight."<</speech>> As easy as that, Sakura and I were a duo. If you could call it that. My purpose was to aggrandize her. Every bit of choreography was designed to draw eyes to her. Was that the lesson? Selfishness, posturing, and rank? <br><br> She //did// have some ethereal quality to her. Some kind of sensuality to her movements despite being overtly derived from J-Pop. She catered to the prying eyes and the act of a 'young schoolgirl'. A little too much skin, and pleasantly naive about it all. Blissfully unaware and smiling. <br><br> But beneath that was something 'old soul,' a fluidity to her dancing that spoke to something deeper than a coy, virginal sexpot act. I don't think the men noticed. I don't think the men cared. <br><br> After pairing with her, it didn't seem like we were preparing choreo or anything for the event, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Anika is so glad, you know."<</speech>> She slumped into her chair in the greenroom. All the coyness and youth gone. The worldly, aware, and machinating Sakura beneath rushing to take its place. <br><br> I was at a loss. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"When these guys celebrate, the last thing they're after is watching a good dance."<</speech>> I nodded. So the event was a celebration. 'Guys' -- people she knew. This was old hat for her. And Sakie and I wouldn't be there as dancers really. <br><br> A little information and a //lot// of headway with Sakura, it seemed. A knot began to form in my stomach with the new knowledge. Too late to back out [[now|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Simply not being selected for the event seemed to release the tension between Sakie and I. As if she had been declared winner and I was relegated to the B-tier. It rankled, but I wasn't going to be upset to have a little more grace with that bitch. <br><br> Maybe this was an opportunity to get closer to her? Or learn about what the event was in the first place? <div id="dance"> <<crossroads #dance>> <<path>> Become besties with Sakie. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I could practically see the tiny hairs on her neck rising with my single word. Her eyes made the barest of movements to find mine. <<speechPC>>"Congrats, by the way."<</speechPC>> I was overly submissive. I had to approach her as openly and genuinely as possible. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Thanks."<</speech>> There was restraint in the way she responded. Because she didn't believe me? Because of something else? <<speechPC>>"I just...feel like we got off on the wrong foot and I could learn a lot from you."<</speechPC>> Catering to her ego: I saw the cracks immediately. <br><br> She marched over to the assignments and scribbled -- something none of us were allowed to do: that was Peaches' territory only -- <<speech "Sakura.png">>"<<print $CC.name>> is with me tonight."<</speech>> As easy as that, Sakura and I were a duo. If you could call it that. My purpose was to aggrandize her. Every bit of choreography was designed to draw eyes to her. Was that the lesson? Selfishness, posturing, and rank? <br><br> She //did// have some ethereal quality to her. Some kind of sensuality to her movements despite being overtly derived from J-Pop. She catered to the prying eyes and the act of a 'young schoolgirl'. A little too much skin, and pleasantly naive about it all. Blissfully unaware and smiling. <br><br> But beneath that was something 'old soul,' a fluidity to her dancing that spoke to something deeper than a coy, virginal sexpot act. I don't think the men noticed. I don't think the men cared. <br><br> I'm not sure after our pairing I was any better than I had been, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"You should be happy you weren't picked."<</speech>> She slumped into her chair in the greenroom. All the coyness and youth gone. The worldly, aware, and machinating Sakura beneath rushing to take its place. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I'm sure you're gonna kill it."<</speechPC>> She might have been right, but there was still a bittersweetness to that truth. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"When these guys celebrate, the last thing they're after is watching a good dance."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. So the event was a celebration. 'Guys' -- people she knew. This was old hat for her. And Sakie and Anika wouldn't be there as dancers really. <br><br> A little information and a //lot// of headway with Sakura, it seemed. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the [[roster|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Dig up intel from the girls. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey, you!"<</speechPC>> I grabbed Lori from behind between sets. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Oh hey!"<</speech>> Her hugs were the //best// and she gave them freely. <<speechPC>>"So you pissed as I am about not being picked for--"<</speechPC>> I was cut off, yanked down the hallway, away from the green room. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Love. You do //not// want to go to these events."<</speech>> But I //did//. I couldn't tell her why, but she saw the need in my eyes. <<speech "Lori.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. If this place is bad. These events are awful."<</speech>> I looked at her down over my nose, <<speechPC>>"Should...we do something for them? Anika at least, then?"<</speechPC>> If Lori was this concerned, I worried for the safety of the girls, even Sakura. <br><br> She shrugged and gave me another one of those hugs. <<speech "Lori.png">>"You wouldn't be the first to try."<</speech>> Soft. Final. The way someone who'd seen how that kinda thing went over in the past. Okay. That didn't make me feel good. <br><br> Anika was next and it came with one of her little honey-balls, <<speechPC>>"Oh, thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Anika">>"I felt bad."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You didn't do anything."<</speechPC>> Sakie shot her a stare from across the room and it wasn't for the gift in my mouth. <<speech "Anika">>"Sometimes thinking and wishing a thing are worse."<</speech>> I couldn't help the rising gorge that threatened to send Anika's delicious protein ball back onto the vanity. Twisting in my seat, I looked at all the girls. Most of them shied from eye contact, <<speechPC>>"Are you okay? Can I do something? //Guys//! Clearly, you're all fucking scared about this thing...and we're just gonna send them off to...I mean, what is it?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> It was Sakie, of all people who gave me what I was after, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"This is not a reward, <<print $CC.name>>. These are the people who run Peaches. Who run //Datu//."<</speech>> Well, that boded well for the mission in some way. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"There have been other dancers before us. Some are girls on the couches now. Others disappeared with these men."<</speech>> Sakie was afraid. This was a weakness I'd never seen in her, and I think it surprised her too. There were girls she knew that were flashing through her mind. She didn't want to be one of them. <br><br> I needed the intel, but I didn't want to be one of them [[either|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<outfit bargirl>> <<if _work == true>> <<state tired>> Slinging drinks seemed like the best place to grab some intel, I was a bartender for chrissakes. People talked to you. Especially when you had tits. I just had to get people drunk and I'd hear all the gossip. <br><br> I just had to bust my ass and get my way onto Peaches' list first, though. Manifesting time was over, now I had to to do the <<linkexpand "hard labor.">> hard labor. <br><br> I was a flurry of arms: a practical Shiva. I made drinks as fast as I could manage. <br><br> I figured if I hadn't been selected to tend bar at the event, it was because I hadn't shown myself to be that great of a bartender. Time to step up the game. <br><br> My eyes kept tracking towards the girls who //had// been picked. They made it look so easy. They could manage one guest while their hands were busy on the previous drink. Their warm smiles, the way they made eye contact with each guy as if they knew each other from way back. <br><br> And the way they just took getting manhandled in stride. Maybe that was my <<linkexpand "shortcoming.">> shortcoming. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> So much to my chagrin, I tried to proffer my chest across the bartop. Had to restrain my looks of discomfort when they took full advantage of my proximity. A gawk I could ignore or just brush off. It was much harder to avoid reacting to manipulation of my sensative areas. They were secondary sex organs for a reason. And they responded in kind. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand working its way under a girl's tanktop. */ My nipples were rock hard. All. The. Time. <br><br> And when they hurt by being too eager, too unskilled...or just because they were the rough type of men? I just had to quash my desire to smack their hand, to whimper, to shy away in pain. <br><br> I felt like a meat puppet, rather than a bartender. A doll to be played with. That these men came for the hands-on time at no additional charge. And the alcohol was just a little added bonus. The alcohol made them more grabby too. It was a ouroborus and left me feeling phantom hands on me every night when I went to [[bed|HomeBase]]. <br><br> Unfortunately, it didn't seem that the extra effort made any headway with Peaches, either. The day of the event was approaching and I wasn't on the roster. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<if $BE_work == true>> Slinging drinks at the event. Seemed innocuous enough. Get some people drunk and maybe I'd overhear some gossip. I'd just have to bide my time til then. <br><br> My eyes kept tracking towards the other girls who had been picked. What was it about them, about //me// that had been the decider? We all made drinks. We all had a way with guests. Was it because I was the new one? Fresh meat? I watched the way they easily accepted the constant hands-on approach of our guests and wondered exactly what was in store for me. Would it be worse than <<linkexpand "this?">> this? Different than just a night tending a gross, masogynistic bar? <br><br> It suddenly made me hyper-aware of my exposure. From the way I was getting oogled and grabbed. All of a sudden, I was in my head: having to restrain my looks of discomfort when they took full advantage of my proximity. <br><br> Would we be wearing less? Nothing? <br><br> A gawk I could ignore or just brush off. It was much harder to avoid reacting to manipulation of my sensative areas. They were secondary sex organs for a reason. And they responded in kind. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand working its way under a girl's tanktop. */ My nipples were rock hard. All. The. Time. <br><br> I looked across the wall of men to the girls subjected to sex and a worrying thought came into mind: were they expecting something like //that// from us? <br><br> And when they hurt by being too eager, too unskilled...or just because they were the rough type of men? I just had to quash my desire to smack their hand, to whimper, to shy away in pain. Men always had a way to want more, trying to take without asking. It worried me. <br><br> I felt like a meat puppet, rather than a bartender. A doll to be played with. That these men came for the hands-on time at no additional charge. And the alcohol was just a little added bonus. The alcohol made them more grabby too. It was a ouroborus and left me feeling phantom hands on me every night when I went to [[bed|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A part of me felt like I'd dodged a bullet not being selected for this event. Sure, the whole point of my employment at the Club was to infiltrate, but how useful would I have been just slinging drinks? The long-con, yeah...that's it. Slow and steady wins the race. <br><br> My eyes kept tracking towards the girls who //had// been picked. What was it about them, about //me// that had been the decider? We all made drinks. We all had a way with guests. I watched the way they easily accepted the constant hands-on approach of our guests and wondered exactly what was in store for them. Would it be worse than <<linkexpand "this?">> this? Different than just a night tending a gross, masogynistic bar? <br><br> It suddenly made me hyper-aware of my exposure. From the way I was getting oogled and grabbed. All of a sudden, I was in my head: having to restrain my looks of discomfort when they took full advantage of my proximity. <br><br> Would they be wearing less? Nothing? <br><br> A gawk I could ignore or just brush off. It was much harder to avoid reacting to manipulation of my sensative areas. They were secondary sex organs for a reason. And they responded in kind. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand working its way under a girl's tanktop. */ My nipples were rock hard. All. The. Time. <br><br> I looked across the wall of men to the girls subjected to sex and a worrying thought came into mind: were they expecting something like //that// during the event? Was that in store for me and the other bargirls at some point? Was it just a matter of time? <br><br> And when they hurt by being too eager, too unskilled...or just because they were the rough type of men? I just had to quash my desire to smack their hand, to whimper, to shy away in pain. Men always had a way to want more, trying to take without asking. It worried me. <br><br> I felt like a meat puppet, rather than a bartender. A doll to be played with. That these men came for the hands-on time at no additional charge. And the alcohol was just a little added bonus. The alcohol made them more grabby too. It was a ouroborus and left me feeling phantom hands on me every night when I went to [[bed|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> <<outfit gogo>> <<else>> <<outfit bargirl>> <</if>> <<if $BE_work == false>> Club ZZYZX was the same as any other night. Familiar faces rolling in, getting dressed and ready for the evening ahead. The same except for the palpable excitement. Even for those of us not selected, there was an electricity in the air. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Come on, girls."<</speech>> Her hand clapped against the wood of her clipboard a couple of times, grabbing everyone's attention. <br><br> Our typical groups peeled off the 'chosen' twos and threes, joining Peaches by the door. Then Datu walked in: <<speech "Datu.png">>"Lose the clothes."<</speech>> It was to no one in particular, but we all knew who he meant. <br><br> A couple of the veterans were already well on their way to nudity while a couple of the newer girls balked. <<speech "Tao.png">>"You heard him."<</speech>> She whacked one of the whore girls on the ass with the broadside of her board. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Panties at most. Shoes if you want them, but take them off now and we'll return them at your destination."<</speech>> Part-precautionary method, nothing dangerous could threaten these elite clients if there was no way to hide them; part-submission method, to get the girls in the right state of mind from the get-go; and the rest of course sexual. <br><br> The girls were shivering, goosebumps covering their bodies in the unrelenting air conditioning of the Club. A couple handed their heels or sneakers to some suited heavies who had come in behind Datu. The rest left their footwear by the neat piles of clothes on the floor. <br><br> Then, like naked cattle, they were led single-file out the door. <br><br> I hated that a part of me was glad I wasn't one of the cattle. Just don't tell [[Alice|BE003 - Night With Nino]]. <<else>> The day had arrived. <br><br> It felt like the culmination of a lot of harrowing work: something in me felt like it was //the// night. Something momentous. Something to make up for everything I had done up to this point. <br><br> I awoke to a text message from EROS -- as I had expected -- "Good luck tonight." Wait. That's it? No time for debrief? No kitting me out with equipment and satillite shots? <br><br> I expected more. <br><br> As the hours whittled away, it felt like I was waiting for some call from an infatuation. All of a sudden, my phone would alight and everything would change. I considered calling //them//, asking for advice or a rendezvous. <br><br> I decided against it. I didn't want to undermine their trust in me. If they felt all I needed was 'good luck,' then well...I'm armed and ready with it. <br><br> Before I knew it, it was <<linkexpand "time to work.">> time to work. <br><br> Club ZZYZX was the same as any other night. Familiar faces rolling in, getting dressed and ready for the evening ahead. The same except for the palpable excitement. Even for those not selected, there was an electricity in the air. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Come on, girls."<</speech>> Her hand clapped against the wood of her clipboard a couple of times, grabbing everyone's attention. <br><br> Our typical groups peeled off the 'chosen' twos and threes, <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> Elena clung to my arm as the other half of my pair <<else>> I didn't know the girl who walked ahead of me -- we didn't have much 'bonding time' in our line of work -- but she looked young and new. And scared. <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> Sakie strode ahead of me, wanting to be more of a one than a duo <<else>> Lila was the other half of my pair <</if>> joining Peaches by the door. Then Datu walked in: <<speech "Datu.png">>"Lose the clothes."<</speech>> It was to no one in particular, but we all knew who he meant. <br><br> A couple of the veterans were already well on their way to nudity while I instinctively balked. Wait. Naked? And //then// go outside? To where? Naked for the ''whole'' night? <<speech "Tao.png">>"You heard him."<</speech>> She whacked me on the ass with the broadside of her board. It stung, and sprung me into <<linkexpand "action.">> action. <<face shock>> <<upper>> <<lower>> <<bra>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Panties at most. Shoes if you want them, but take them off now and we'll return them at your destination."<</speech>> Shit, I couldn't keep my phone in my fucking //underwear//! Alice had wanted me to keep it on me and now there was absolutely no chance of it. <br><br> My mind raced as I not only worried about being completely in the dark, but also imagining future scenarios of someone answering my phone ''here''. <<speech "Nino.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>'s phone! Can I take a message?"<</speech>> Or, seeing some message from EROS that would give away my cover. Fuck I felt so //fucked//. <br><br> Part-precautionary method, nothing dangerous could threaten these elite clients if there was no way to hide them; part-submission method, to get the girls in the right state of mind from the get-go; and the rest of course sexual. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<state aroused>> A tingle of excitement rose inside me. I had to be bare for everyone and anyone. Fully exposed. All evening. Everything on display. //Fuck//. <<else>> <<state disgusted>> I felt degraded, weak, exposed. Every instinct in me was to cover up and hide, but there was no way I could. Eyes would be on me from all angles...all kinds of eyes. For the whole evening. I tried to steel myself, but I just felt vulnerable. <</if>> <br><br> We were shivering, goosebumps covering their bodies in the unrelenting air conditioning of the Club. A couple handed their heels or sneakers to some suited heavies who had come in behind Datu. The rest left their footwear by the neat piles of clothes on the floor. Me? <div id="clothes"> <<crossroads #clothes>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Yeah, lose it all. 'Dress' to impress. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<feet>> <<socks>> <<panties>> I was one of the few that removed every article of clothing, giving a smile that surprised the heavies as I passed him. Everything for consumption. I felt the cold and unforgiving floor underfoot. I hoped my feet wouldn't suffer too much with a whole evening ahead on god-knows what kind of ground. <br><br> Then, like naked cattle, they were led single-file out the door. <br><br> The trip from the front door of the Club to our transportation was short-lived. A number of vans waited street-side with their sliding doors gaping. <br><br> There were no seats inside. We'd have to make do with the bare steel, or squatting or standing. No seatbelts. If I had felt like livestock a moment before, the sensation truly sank in as I squatted in the back, door slamming shut and the van rumbling off. <br><br> I had to brace myself with one hand, wobbling constantly thanks to poor suspension and the shitty streets of Downtown Manila. I hoped we wouldn't get in any accident. Weren't we the precious cargo? <br><br> The sexiness of a bunch of naked women was starkly diminished as we crouched or sat, swayed or stumbled in the back of these dark and unremarkable vans. Instead, we just had to deal with our abject nudity as a state of being powerless, not powerful. Our bodies unprotected and supple. <br><br> Being bare-pussy made me feel even more violable. <br><br> I hated that a part of me was wishing I'd been left behind. Just don't tell [[Alice|BE003 - Mikati]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an exhibitionist <<path>> I was offered a modicum of shame. I'd take it. <<contents>> I popped mine off for inspection, feeling the cold and unforgiving floor underfoot. It was then that I knew I had made the right choice: my poor, soft feet wouldn't suffer a whole evening on god-knows what kind of ground. <br><br> Then, like naked cattle, they were led single-file out the door. <br><br> The trip from the front door of the Club to our transportation was short-lived. A number of vans waited street-side with their sliding doors gaping. <br><br> There were no seats inside. We'd have to make do with the bare steel, or squatting or standing. No seatbelts. If I had felt like livestock a moment before, the sensation truly sank in as I squatted in the back, door slamming shut and the van rumbling off. <br><br> I had to brace myself with one hand, wobbling constantly thanks to poor suspension and the shitty streets of Downtown Manila. I hoped we wouldn't get in any accident. Weren't we the precious cargo? <br><br> The sexiness of a bunch of naked women was starkly diminished as we crouched or sat, swayed or stumbled in the back of these dark and unremarkable vans. Instead, we just had to deal with our abject nudity as a state of being powerless, not powerful. Our bodies unprotected and supple. <br><br> The girls who had opted to go sans-underwear seemed even more concerned. At least the rest of us had some scant protection. <br><br> I hated that a part of me was wishing I'd been left behind. Just don't tell [[Alice|BE003 - Mikati]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Footwear">> Half an hour? Longer? The Manilan heat was punishing in the utility vehicle. Even naked, we shone with sweat. Crammed together, our body heat was radiating and adding to the convection oven of the setting sun. The van rumbled to a stop and someone outside slammed their hand against the door a couple times, making a couple of the girls gasp or scream. <br><br> What was this, a military operation? The door slid open and we streamed out of the side of the van and onto a gravel pathway. <<if $Body.isBarefoot>>I grimaced, feeling the stones dig into my soft soles. Were they really going to make us work in these conditions?<</if>> I exhaled hard, releasing stuffy air I'd been filling my lungs in exchange for the heady, humid air outside. Somehow, it felt better. <br><br> A hand pushed me from behind, partially lower back, partially ass. Girls stumbled along, favoring their bare feet ahead of me as we were led up the path and through a hedgerow gate onto a palacial property. <br><br> Gravel turned to grass -- a practical park lay in front of us leading up to the "S" staircase and the mansion beyond. It was an estate only the most wealthy could afford. There was money in dark dealings, clearly. Crime did pay. <<image framed "passage/ddparty.png">> Who's property was it? Maybe I could find something to help EROS uncover the truth. Follow the money right? <<speech "Tao.png">>"Inside. Guests are arriving."<</speech>> She broke my reverie and sent the naked women hurrying up the granite staircase into the <<linkexpand "welcoming AC.">> welcoming AC. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Club Job">> Our nipples were stiff points. Our discomfort and fear ebbed away into smiles: every one of us was standing there grinning, buck naked. AC is a magical thing. <<speech "Tao.png">>"One."<</speech>> She pointed at <<if $clubJob == "whore">>me.<<else>>a very young, blonde girl. Eastern European?<</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"One."<</speech>> <<if $clubJob == "dance">>Sakie.<<else>>An asian, long-legged and tight-chested dancer.<</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"One."<</speech>> <<if $clubJob == "bar">>Lila.<<else>>A mousy bottle-blond american girl with a bitching tan. No tanlines.<</if>> <br><br> She continued, like a game of duck-duck-goose until all the girls had been assigned. It became clear quickly what she was doing: putting one of each 'job' into a trio. As soon as one of the girls began to move, we all followed suit. Soon, we were in clutches of three girls. I didn't know the girls with me and they didn't know me. I guess no better way to make friends than bare and beset. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Welcome, ladies."<</speech>> We turned with a jolt as the bossman entered, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I see you've found your teams."<</speech>> He nodded at Peaches without looking at her. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Each group takes care of a guest. I can't impress on you enough how important //everyone// is here this evening. It also goes without saying that there are more of them than there are teams. Circulate. Keep everyone appeased...teased?<</speech>> He chuckled at his 'joke.' Peaches joined him with a tittering little laugh. She laughed? She experienced joy? <<speech "Datu.png">>"You each have your strengths, given, but...tonight is special. If one of our guests expects something different from you?"<</speech>> He just grinned broadly and inclined his head. <br><br> Got it. Everyone was a whore, dancer, server. Probably in that order. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Go get ready."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped to that clipboard, her hand quickly jerked towards three directions: <<speech "Tao.png">>"Bar--"<</speech>> A hallway. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Dancers."<</speech>> A nearby side room. <<speech "Tao.png">>"The rest of you."<</speech>> The pause and the casual flick of her wrist towards the bathroom was as dismissive as possible. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Outside, in teams in five."<</speech>> This really did seem a military <<linkexpand "operation.">> operation. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> So, yeah, we 'freshened up,' reapplying glossy lipstick, dark eyeliner and mascara. Moisturizer to my girl, soft, supple and ready. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> I hustled down the hallway and quickly oriented myself: it was a kitchen with hand-sized trays ready to go. Assorted appetizers. I grabbed boats of lettuce filled with caviar, turned and headed back down the hallway, tits bouncing. So much for bartending, I guess drinks were 'as ordered'. I wondered if I was going to be giving any drinks at all tonight or if the guests were going to want something more from me. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Sakie's Relationship">> A couple makeshift vanities had been set up for Sakie and I. <<speechPC>>"So, uh...what should I expect?"<</speechPC>> I reapplied some moisturizer, glinting with sparkles to my upper chest and bare tits. <<if $People['AI'].Sakura.rel gt 0>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Keep your head down, <<print $CC.name>>. Let the other girls be sluts tonight."<</speech>> I had never seen her this unsettled. I couldn't tell if that was because she had done something she didn't want to or was simply afraid tonight was the night. //Sorry, Sakie...that's not my job.// <<else>> <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Oh, you know, just //your// typical night in the champagne room."<</speech>> The way she spoke, she had never been one. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Got it."<</speechPC>> A quick refresh of eyeliner and some light makeup and the two of us were sauntering back out to our respective 'teams'. It was weird not to have her with me, even given her attitude and our history. It felt like a betrayal. We dancers were tight. <</if>> <br><br> The other two girls had similar looks in their eyes to what I assumed I had. Though theirs was probably for a different reason: //I// was in the viper's nest and needed to actively find my viper. Entrance my viper. Even if that meant I got bit. <br><br> The guests had begun to arrive in their finest evening wear. It seemed almost sacriligious that we'd be outside. It felt like they were assembling for a night out at the opera or gala. But no, there were ottomans and divans set up across the lawn, intimate little setups for seating of a pair or two. Perfect for socializing privately, no way to be overheard unless there were listening devices already placed...or on us. Maybe a drone could see who was talking to who, but clearly presence was no delimiter these people were openly here. <br><br> Older men, almost exclusively with younger women hanging from their arms. It made the two or three pairs (still gorgeous women) of similar age stand out -- like they were respectible members of society. And then a woman alone, in a ravishing dress. No men came alone. What did that mean for us? <br><br> Okay. They were settling in, which meant it was go time. Do my job. Which job to prioritize though? <div id="first"> <<crossroads #first>> <<path>> Ehhh...whore myself out all night? //Or// see if I could win over one of these dumb 'heavies.' <<contents>> Maybe I was balking at the idea of being offered up. But //maybe// with so much less going on was the perfect time to try and ingratiate myself with one of the low-level operators at the Club. Who else better to manipulate and make work for me. They'd be floored by the attention, by the opportunity with me...and likely need a lot less convincing than other people. Hell, maybe I could flip one. <br><br> <br><br> The night pressed on. I'd gotten what I could. <br><br> (Please save. [[Continue your story as a subscriber|EXIT]].) <<path false>> I couldn't pussy out now. <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> No, that was an //insane// idea: ditching my team right away and disappearing to just canoodle with some guy with a gun? On what? A complete flier? Nuh-uh that felt like a cop out to me if there was one. I could only imagine Peaches' reaction if she caught me on tonight of all nights not doing my job. <br><br> Instead, the three of us sauntered over, fresh and ready to a smart and dapper couple that smiled to us. <br><br> I couldn't help give a sassy swing of my hips and let the goods jiggle for their appreciation. Maybe I could have some fun with this. <<speech "Middle-Aged Gentleman">>"Well, well, well...what do we have here?"<</speech>> <<speech "Middle-Aged Lady">>"They were not exaggerating. And to think //this// is what can be found down in that seedy Club."<</speech>> She gave me a once over, taking a lettuce boat and sliding the caviar between her lips. <br><br> She seemed completely unbothered by the display of female flesh in front of what seemed like her husband. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> As much as I wanted to be with her -- why couldn't //she// be the important one? Why did my brain (and everyone else's) immediately assume ''he'' was the one of value? -- I was going to have to get over myself. I needed to just pretend to be straight tonight. <</if>> I dropped to my knees, feeling the luxurious grass against them while I began to open his fly. I mean...what else was I supposed to do? <br><br> A slight check-in with her and, yep, she did //not// care at all. She grabbed the asian girl with us and tugged her over, entangling legs and insisting on a 'dance'. Maybe they were swingers? <br><br> He was unbotherered, beginning to chat up the well-tanned American girl and completely ignoring the fact that I was taking his very mediocre cock into my mouth. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Blowjob skills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<SexSkill oral>> He couldn't ignore me for long. His conversation with her was abbreviated. Little clipped sentences. But she was holding up her end of the bargain, sitting with him, leaning her naked lithe body against his and being a chatty little Cathy. Probably overjoyed that the only discomfort she was feeling was holding a tray. <br><br> Was I supposed to just get him off? Was I supposed to tease? Was that what Datu meant? I didn't really know what my job was tonight, but I had a hard cock in my mouth and I could feel his desire. <br><br> I don't think that...Lila was her name? Was any kind of covert operative, but the pieces that she was gleaning from this guy sounded mundane. As mundane as what I was sucking on. Filipino. City functionary? Sounded like a first real blush with the crew from the Club. An introduction that he clearly was enjoying and she was not minding one bit. <br><br> Sakura, the asian dancer, was doing her best to focus on the woman's tongue while attempting to extract her fingers from underneath her black G-string, but was not finding much success. Was she really going to get away with being this resistant? The woman seemed keen enough on the struggle, grinding her own crotch against Sakura's alabaster thigh. <br><br> I could see her shuddering, almost at the same moment that he was. They came <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<include "BE003 - Mikati_Second">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<SexSkill oral>> It kind of annoyed me how easily he was able to ignore what I was doing to him while she sat with him, leaning her naked lithe body against his and being a chatty little Cathy. Probably overjoyed that the only discomfort she was feeling was holding a tray. <br><br> Was I supposed to just get him off? Was that going to //happen//? His hand was eagerly stroking her skin and testing a breast rather than engaging with my head. I never thought I'd ''want'' some guy pushing my head down until this moment. <br><br> Well, maybe I was just supposed to tease. Was that what Datu meant? I didn't really know what my job was tonight, but I had a hard cock in my mouth. <br><br> I don't think that...Lila was her name? Was any kind of covert operative, but the pieces that she was gleaning from this guy sounded mundane. As mundane as what I was sucking on. Filipino. City functionary? Sounded like a first real blush with the crew from the Club. An introduction that he clearly was enjoying and she was not minding one bit. <br><br> Sakura, the asian dancer, was doing her best to focus on the woman's tongue while attempting to extract her fingers from underneath her black G-string, but was not finding much success. Was she really going to get away with being this resistant? The woman seemed keen enough on the struggle, grinding her own crotch against Sakura's alabaster thigh. <br><br> I could see her shuddering, reaching her own climax as he looked over, frowning and consternated, <<speech "Middle-Aged Gentleman">>"Already?"<</speech>> She cooed and grasped at Sakura, who just froze, waiting for the woman to complete her orgasmic journey while he looked back at Lila and shook his head. <<speech "Middle-Aged Gentleman">>"Maybe you two should switch..."<</speech>> He grinned in glee, pushing me unceremoniously off his dick. <<include "BE003 - Mikati_Second">> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> The young blonde dropped to her knees, neither of them seemed startled. Yep, she did //not// care at all. She grabbed the asian girl with us and tugged her over, entangling legs and insisting on a 'dance'. Maybe they were swingers? <br><br> He was unbotherered, patting the seat next to him for me <<speech "Middle-Aged Gentleman">>"Come here, tell me about yourself."<</speech>> as if completely ignoring the fact that he was mid-blowjob. <br><br> He couldn't ignore her for long. His conversation with her was abbreviated. Little clipped sentences. But I was holding up my end of the bargain, sitting with him, leaning my naked body against his and being a chatty little Cathy. Overjoyed that the only discomfort I had was holding a tray. <<speechPC>>"So, what do you do?"<</speechPC>> My free hand tugging lightly at his lapel. <br><br> He was very much //not// a conversationalist in that moment. Mundane as they came, Filipino. City functionary? Sounded like a first real blush with the crew from the Club. An introduction that he clearly was enjoying and she was not minding one bit. <br><br> Sakura, the asian dancer, was doing her best to focus on the woman's tongue while attempting to extract her fingers from underneath her black G-string, but was not finding much success. Was she really going to get away with being this resistant? The woman seemed keen enough on the struggle, grinding her own crotch against Sakura's alabaster thigh. <br><br> I could see her shuddering, almost at the same moment that he was. They came <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <<include "BE003 - Mikati_Second">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The young blonde dropped to her knees, neither of them seemed startled. Yep, she did //not// care at all. She grabbed at me firmly, insisting me between her thighs <<speech "Middle-Aged Woman">>"I've always wanted a lapdance."<</speech>>. Maybe they were swingers? <br><br> He was unbotherered, patting the seat next to him for the well-tanned American girl and completely ignoring the fact he was mid-blowjob. He couldn't ignore her for long. His conversation with her was abbreviated. Little clipped sentences. But the other girl was holding up her end of the bargain, sitting with him, leaning her naked lithe body against his and being a chatty little Cathy. Probably overjoyed that the only discomfort she was feeling was holding a tray. <br><br> Was I supposed to just get her off? Was I supposed to tease? Was that what Datu meant? I didn't really know what my job was tonight, but she was //shoving// her hand between my legs in a way that felt so ''male''. I could feel her wetness against my thigh, grinding against me...she wasn't wearing underwear. She'd come waxed and prepared. <br><br> I don't think that...Lila was her name? Was any kind of covert operative, but the pieces that she was gleaning from this guy sounded mundane. As mundane as what I was sucking on. Filipino. City functionary? Sounded like a first real blush with the crew from the Club. An introduction that he clearly was enjoying and she was not minding one bit. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and SexSkills">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> Okay, hooking up with girls was not my //thing// but it could have been way worse. Plus, she knew what she was doing. <<else>> <<state aroused>> Thank //god// I got a beautiful woman. It was like a little point of joy in what had been an unseemly time working at the Club. I leaned into this delight eagerly. <</if>> Her fingers knew all the right spots, her long middle finger inserted inside me, pressing against my spot while the pad of her hand ground against my clit. I panted in her ear, barely able to keep any focus on what the other two were saying. Should I be trying to extract information from her as well? <br><br> I could see her shuddering. Too late. He was too. They were cumming <<linkexpand "together.">> together. <br><br> <<face ahego>> And so was I. <<speechPC>><<shake>>"Ohhh fuuuuckkk!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> I pawed at her dress, humping against her hand as she humped against me. Both of us trying to eke out just a few more moments of pleasure. Her hand pulled away. <<include "BE003 - Mikati_Second">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
Once the girls had left, the club fell into a strange state of lethargy. Everyone seemed to be going about their usual routines, but fazed or groggy. I had to admit, it did feel weird to not have Peaches around. Her mere presence martialed the troops into action. <br><br> Tonight, we'd be down her, some of our coworkers -- a part of me wanted to call them fledgling friends, it's strange how bonds grow in extreme conditions -- and a good portion of our usual muscle. I could feel their lack. I think we all knew that there would be just as many clients as usual, completely unawares to our 'understaffing'. Without the thugs, would we be at risk? Without the other girls would we be overworked? <br><br> Without <<linkexpand "Peaches...">> Peaches... <<speech "Nino.png">>"No bullshit tonight."<</speech>> He had come out of nowhere, his tattoos and musculature flexing in an exaggerated fashion. Like a posturing peacock. <<speech "Nino.png">>"No need for you to learn how //nice// Tao is. Understood?"<</speech>> Girls scattered in front of him like peahens avoiding a pecking. Authority -- or simply the threat of violence -- surrounded him like an aura. <br><br> He proceeded to the front hall, opening Club ZZYZX for business as if tonight was no different. By the time he returned, everyone had sprung into action. <br><br> It seemed to content him. He gave no one even the most passing glance on his way into the back hallway. Would he be there all night? Was he going to treat tonight as a normal evening, as he had implied? He'd be watching, sure, but we didn't have an everpresent <<linkexpand "overseer.">> overseer. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> The couch seemed to sigh along with me as I dropped back into it. Only a couple girls down, but that wouldn't change demand -- and we had no pimp and muscle to protect us. <br><br> Some of the girls were acting like normal, either sitting coyly waiting to be approached or actively mingling at the bar or by the dance floor, searching for their next John. <br><br> Others, like myself, were a little doe-eyed, wondering what to do without our matchmaker. <br><br> The night was mine to make of it what I wanted. <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path>> I could take tonight easy! <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face mischevious>> <<state rested>> Johns still approached me. It was a rotation of various men dropping in beside me non-chalant, trying to fool themselves that they weren't trying to pay for sex. <br><br> It was a delightful little dance -- they killed most of the time with their unease. We'd flirt a bit. I'd let them touch me, get close to me. It was a battle of inches. The closer they got, the more progress they //thought// they were making...the longer I could string them along. <br><br> ''This'' was fun. It was what being an agent using her feminine wiles to her advantage was all about. At least in my mind. <br><br> Most nights it was the exact opposite. I had been having my feminine qualities used for //their// advantage. I honestly believe I'd yet to make it worth much if anything at all. Hell, I was here not at the event anyway. <br><br> This way also seemed to lack much success on the spying front, but maybe this was just training. For when it mattered. <br><br> An annoyed John that had no information or connection to <<print $ACTI.target>> didn't have anything to offer me whether I fucked him or not. <br><br> Tonight was a not. <br><br> I'd send them off when things got a little too frisky, mentioning that I didn't get to make the decisions on who went with me. Other people to pay. To approve. <br><br> They might wander around like a lost puppy, not sure who to ask and usually too embarassed to ask. Some would get angry and forceful, but there was the protective shield of 'usual' nights that kept things under wraps. They knew how dangerous harming the merchandise might be, so with a simple stonewall... they'd give up. <br><br> It felt so great to get out of there without one being put on my back. Without seeing one cock. I literally cried with delight on my way [[home|EXIT]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> With less eyes around...I could snoop. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face mischevious>> Johns still approached me. It was a rotation of various men dropping in beside me non-chalant, trying to fool themselves that they weren't trying to pay for sex. <br><br> It was a delightful little dance -- they killed most of the time with their unease. We'd flirt a bit. I'd let them touch me, get close to me. It was a battle of inches. The closer they got, the more progress they //thought// they were making...the longer I could string them along. <br><br> ''This'' was fun. It was what being an agent using her feminine wiles to her advantage was all about. At least in my mind. <br><br> Most nights it was the exact opposite. I had been having my feminine qualities used for //their// advantage. I honestly believe I'd yet to make it worth much if anything at all. Hell, I was here not at the event anyway. <br><br> This way also seemed to lack much success on the spying front, but maybe this was just training. For when it mattered. <br><br> An annoyed John that had no information or connection to <<print $ACTI.target>> didn't have anything to offer me whether I fucked him or not. <br><br> Tonight was a not. <br><br> And when that first guy got a bit too frisky, I took it as my opportunity to change venue, leaving him behind and quickly disappearing...to see what I could [[find|EXIT]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Tonight was just another night. Time to do my job. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<growPersonality "Slut">> Johns still approached me. I was an attractive girl at my post. They knew where to find me and girls like me. So, they came...to cum. <br><br> Without Peaches, who was I to decide who was a right [[pairing|EXIT]]? <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Behind the bar and back in the saddle. The early crowd rolled in and, like always, hit the bar first. Steeling their nerves, building their confidence... or simply just wanting to get drunk. <br><br> Only two girls down, but for the bar that meant a //lot//. It was about a quarter of our strength. Even this early wave, I could feel the excess pressure. <br><br> Tonight was going to be a difficult one. <br><br> I found myself making eye contact with the girl to my right, 'really?' was as etched on her face as mine. At least we were in sync. <br><br> Difficult...tonight was going to be ''chaos''. But in that chaos, maybe there was opportunity? <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> With less eyes around...I could snoop. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<state tired>> <<set $jobValue -->> <<face angry>> Why hadn't they called in the other girls? There was no way we were going to keep up. <br><br> They had to have other girls on rotation...who was the girl always leaving my station a shithole? Who was covering the bar when I wasn't here? <<speechPC>>"Gotta restock."<</speechPC>> I didn't. But no one was double-checking. They were too focused on the operational questions that were leaving them drowning. <br><br> I grabbed an empty bustub and sped off before another fucking client could ask for a [[keep moving|EXIT]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path>> Tonight was just another night. Time to do my job. <<contents>> <<state tired>> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face worried>> Why hadn't they called in the other girls? There was no way we were going to keep up. <br><br> They had to have other girls on rotation...who was the girl always leaving my station a shithole? Who was covering the bar when I wasn't here? <br><br> There was no way that I'd have been able to ditch the other girls and go do 'secret agent' things? There was already too much of a gap in our defenses, I'd be noticed. <br><br> We were the thin beer line. Keeping my cover was more important than taking some half-cocked risk. <<speechPC>>"[[Another|EXIT]]?"<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> The lack of Sakie felt like a breath of fresh air. I couldn't help laughing as we assembled in the green room. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Someone's happy."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, don't tell me you're not."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Relationship to the Dancers">> <<if $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel gt 1>> The girls were a mix of smiles or looks, but I could tell they all agreed. <<else>> With the exception of Lori, I didn't receive much agreement. I had to believe they were as happy as I was, but they weren't about to show it. <</if>> <br><br> Without Sakie, without Peaches and being a //dancer//? It was like all the stars had aligned. <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path>> I could take tonight easy! <<contents>> <<face happy>> <<state rested>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel ++>> We weren't getting judged on our performances. Hell, when had anyone except Sakura given any notes? <br><br> I had fun with the night. A little running man. A little nay-nay. Just some simple hip gyrations and bouncing in place. <br><br> And what was wrong with that? It's what //they// were doing down there. <br><br> They just wanted to look at my bare skin. To watch my tits and ass bounce. They weren't coming to see some Balanchine. <br><br> I could make my goods jiggle with a bop as much as a routine. <br><br> Lori seemed to pick it up too. Once the two of us were just having fun and taking it easy, there wasn't an ounce of talent being shown up on the platforms... besides the kind our mamas gave us. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Good thinking, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speech "Euji.png">>"Can't believe I didn't come up with it first."<</speech>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Let's just hope no one noticed."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Who? DJDJ? He barely had to put in any effort to watch our tits tonight."<</speechPC>> The green room erupted in laughter. It had been a great [[night|EXIT]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> With less eyes around...I could snoop. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"They're not expecting us to be up there //all// night, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Oh, good point."<</speech>> I could see all the girls do the math. Three platforms, three of us. That would be insane. <<speech "Euji.png">>"I'm not gonna fall to my death from up there."<</speech>> I threw her finger guns and nodded. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Yeah. No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"How about this. I take first shift when it's lighter, you two take the next?"<</speechPC>> I was already getting up and heading out. Taking one for the team. But really, I wanted to be flying solo //[[later|EXIT]]//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Tonight was just another night. Time to do my job. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<speechPC>>"They're not expecting us to be up there //all// night, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Oh, good point."<</speech>> I could see all the girls do the math. Three platforms, three of us. That would be insane. <<speech "Euji.png">>"I'm not gonna fall to my death from up there."<</speech>> I shrugged, biting at my lower lip. I wasn't keen on it either, but what else were we going to do. <<speechPC>>"They're not gonna notice fucking //empty// platforms?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Fuck. Yeah."<</speech>> <<speech "Daxa.png">>"Well, we can at least trade in and out, right?"<</speech>> The single point of redundency almost seemed laughable. I laughed. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That's something."<</speechPC>> Despondently, the three of us shuffled out, trying to shake out the knots before they happened. Tonight was going to be a [[long one|EXIT]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
The coopted Professor's office was cramped quarters for the four of us: Nate was there. I couldn't sense anything between himself and Alice that gave hints to what had transpired between them, his disappearance and her emergence. The gossipy part of me left over from my 'real life' in <<if $CC.age lte 1>>high school<<else>>college<</if>> wanted desperately to know all the juicy details. Not for today, I guess. <br><br> The mahogany executive desk served as a poor replacement for the situation rooms of movies and TV. The dappled light in through the needed-to-be-cleaned window, the mustiness of someone's papers and books...even it being such a large piece of furniture felt diminutive compared to what I had expected. What a part of my brain had wanted for a momentus mission-prep like this. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/BE010-Map.png">> Nate, on my left side, spoke first: <<speech "Nate.png">>"We've identified the venue:"<</speech>> It was the diagram unfurled on the desk in front of us. No iPad, no monitor, super old-school. <<speech "Nate.png">>"The residence is under the name of Darian McLeod."<</speech>> A dismissive hand wave, <<speech "Nate.png">>"We've run it through every database on file. Despite ostensibly being an American ex-pat, there is no known person. Well, there are Damian McLeod's but not //this// McLeod."<</speech>> <br><br> Some part of my brain recalled a saying about this part of the world: "they're either looking ''for'' something or hiding //from// something." I didn't think it best to comment. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Makati, Forbes Park"<</speech>> He said the names quickly, seemingly out of necessity rather than having a purpose. It all made sense to them, so I didn't pipe up. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Also ran the property for connections with <<print $ACTI.target>>."<</speech>> No continuation. No one pressed him on it. <br><br> Angelo, to my right, continued, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"De girls are entertainment and known. Mebbe some wibes, girlpriens. Men will be guests or security."<</speech>> <<speech "Alice">>"Which brings us to the crux of the matter."<</speech>> Her fingers executed firm strokes along the fence line, road and walls, <<speech "Alice">>"Egress is something we could figure out. Ingress..."<</speech>> she looked up at me from across the desk, like a teacher to pupil, <<speech "Alice">>"You'd stick out like a sore thumb."<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Hired company for--"<</speech>> Nate quickly came to my defense. <<if $People['AI'].Angelo.rel gt 2>>As did Angelo, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Girlfriend of--"<</speech>><</if>> <<speech "Alice">>"Yes, that would be the preferred path. But time? Opportunity? This happens //tonight//. If our window had been larger..."<</speech>> She let that sit, head slightly indicating Nate, but her eyes remained on the architects renderings. <br><br> No one looked up, it was like they were all in a trance with the map. The room was quiet, stifling even. Were they waiting for me? <div id="agent"> <<crossroads #agent>> <<path>> If everyone was //there//, they wouldn't be at the Club? <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"If all their favorites are here. If all the important people are here...don't shoot me, but just an idea: doesn't that mean that no one will be paying attention to the club?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Angelo's smile glowed like a proud father. He raised an eyebrow to Alice. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Feels like we'd be ignoring the gift just dropped into our hands."<</speech>> <<speech "Alice">>"Not the ideal outcome, I'd say."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But...an unintended consequence?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Alice nodded, rolling the map up. It scraped against Nate's fingers and palms, curling up and away from him. <<speech "Alice">>"Angelo's on the Op. Nate will see what we can do in Makati without you."<</speech>> <br><br> And that was it: Tonight I'd be Mission Impossible-ing [[Club ZZYZX|BE010 - Live_Club]]. <<hidden visited("BE010 - Live_Club")>> <<path>> An unknown woman? How better to be ignored. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.push("Event Infil")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nate.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Alice.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sure, they know all the players. The women, the security, the guests. Might get a little more scrutiny, but they undoubtedly have some guy there they'd be more //actually// worried about, right? Like a 'real' danger to them?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Nate chuckled, <<speech "Nate.png">>"She's not wrong."<</speech>> His hand shifted from the map to a pad of paper, line after line of names. <<speech "Alice">>"Good. I'm glad you agree. Nate's on the op. You follow his lead."<</speech>> <br><br> And that was it: Tonight I'd be pulling a James Bond on some party in [[Makati|BE010 - Live_Party]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<face tired>> <<state tired>> Angelo's idea was an approach I hadn't thought of: after hours. <br><br> It made sense. I'd gone into the club and gotten nowhere when people were around. <<if previous() is "BE010 - Live Agent">> Even with people pulled away for the Event, there would be eyes on patrons...probably //heightened// attention. <<else>> /* No content intended for now. */ <</if>> <br><br> //Afterwards//, though, with their 'forces' dispersed... <br><br> The Club would close. A skeleton staff at most. A ripe opportunity to make our way in. <br><br> But that meant waiting. I was exhausted. These //were// Club hours, which meant we'd have to make our move right before the sun was coming ''up''. <br><br> My adrenaline had been pumping since the meeting earlier today--yesterday...but now it was beginning to ebb, unable to keep up with extended anxiety and long <<linkexpand "night.">> <<face shock>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> night. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's time."<</speech>> <br><br> I jerked up. <br><br> I hadn't been dozing, had I? <br><br> I shied from making eye contact as I lifted myself from the passenger seat. We were in a relatively unremarkable van parked just down the street from Club ZZYZX. "Golondrina Plumbing" emblazoned on the side. At first, it had felt exciting, like all the movies were right: surveillance was done in vans with fake businesses! And then the hours had passed, slowly, interminably. And then the coldness of the van seeped in. The lack of amenities and comforts because...no one actually used the thing... began to fray the edges of my excitement. Then it was just a metal thing we sat in. <br><br> Angelo was already moving into the back and I could hear the zipper of his jumper. I clambered back, just in time to see his broad, honeyed lats coming into view. The black bikini-style briefs hugging an ass that seemed so small for a man so large. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Here."<</speech>> In one hand, he had his gear, in his other meaty palm he was passing me my own. There wasn't a lot of space in the back of the vehicle and Angelo's size made it doubly claustrophobic. <br><br> Taking the gear from him, it was hard to ignore the front of his briefs. <<skillChecked "Past Hookups">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Angelo")>> It was impossible to forget how that thing had felt. Clung in the thin black cotton, it looked even larger. <<else>> Holy. Shit. Clung in the thin black cotton, he looked absolutely //massive//. <</if>> I tore my eyes away with an uncomfortable cough. I hoped that the spare morning light had hidden my wandering eyes from him. <br><br> Unconsciously, my eyes flicked back. The deepest jet black of clothing had made the hint of his hog disappear, pulling over his considerable form. <br><br> He was practically ready to go. I hadn't even gotten //un//dressed. I was behind. I didn't want to hold this operation up. It was my time to <<linkexpand "strip now">> <<face worried>> strip now. <<upper>> <br><br> I tugged down on my zipper, shuffling my legs to <<linkexpand "drop it">> <<outfit undies>><<feet>><<socks>> drop it. <<face aroused>> <<skillChecked "Male Attention Seeking">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Angelo")>> Was he looking? I couldn't help but check. Yep. <br><br> The gaze of a guy who remembered. Even professionalism couldn't hide what he was thinking. Even how casual EROS agents were with sex, what he recalled excited him. <<else>> Was he looking? I couldn't help but check. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> Yep. Might have been the way I was holding my hips, leaning forward to emphasize my tits...maybe I was inviting it, okay? But he //was// looking. <br><br> Even professionalism couldn't hide what he was thinking. Even how casual EROS agents were with sex, I excited him. <<else>> No? I...don't think so, but I was also prudely grasping at every bare part of me trying to hide from him. He seemed to be respectful. <br><br> Professionalism. Sex was a tool for EROS agents. And not //between// EROS agents. <</if>> <</if>> Okay, clothes needed to go ''on'' before anything escalated. I grabbed the black <<linkexpand "fabric.">> fabric. <<outfit infil>> <br><br> Black leotard pulled cool and tight over my bare feet and up my calves. My hips swayed, tugging the skin-hugging material up my body until I was able to <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> <<if Array("large", "extralarge", "medium").includes($Body.tits)>> find some combination of tensile strength and the physics of the pressure of my tits where the zipper wouldn't just open on its own accord. <<speechPC>>"Didn't think a fitting would be necessary for this thing?"<</speechPC>> <<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">> find some ''miraculous'' combination of tensile strength and the physics of the pressure of my tits where the zipper wouldn't just pop open on its own accord. <<speechPC>>"Didn't think a fitting would be necessary for this thing?"<</speechPC>> I worried that any movement would have me more ''out'' than in. <<else>> cinch at my neck. Thank god for being flat. It was a //tight// fit. <</if>> <br><br> His large hands were between my thighs, <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Angelo")>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, //hello//."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Uhh--"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> Angelo was leaning over, palms traveling oh-so-close to my nethers...with a small holster. <br><br> Snap, snap. Attached. I could feel the weight, small as it was, of the sidearm on my outer thigh. I pushed my feet into the rubberized black slippers. <br><br> We were ready to [[go|BE010 - Club_Infil]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
Ready to go, but I stood there dumbly, unsure of the next step. Suited up in the back of a van...and then simply walk down the street? If I had been with Nate -- or god forbid: Alice -- I mighta been canned right there. Just a deer in headlights. Silly young woman, over her head and waiting for my parental figure to guide me. <br><br> Fortunately, it was Angelo. He was already moving into action without any regard for my insipid weight-shifting. He turned his back to me once more, his muscles flexing. Metal groaned. <br><br> I had expected the back doors to swing open to the darkness. Instead, he squatted and slid himself down through the bottom of the van. <br><br> Confused, I scrambled forward, watching him disappear beneath the vehicle with the speed and ease of a gymnast. <<image framed "passage/BE010-Manhole.png">> Of course. I dropped my feet, searching for purchase -- these booties felt as if I was barefoot -- finding a rung, I gave it my weight and <<linkexpand "slipped down">> slipped down after him. <<speechPC>>"I was wondering if we were going to just...walk in the front door."<</speechPC>> My voice echoed wetly. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I had considered the bentilation. I wasn't certain of your grisgris skills and didn't want you palling in the alley though."<</speech>> Ah. Okay. Now I was imagining precariously hanging between a rooftop and the Club, losing my grip on a cable and plummeting to my death...what a fun thought to have while descending slippery metal rungs in darkness. <br><br> We reached the bottom -- the humidity decidedly higher, though it was missing the expected 'sewer' stench (for which I was grateful) -- Angelo illuminating our path with a headlamp. I trusted he knew where he was going, one hand lightly touching the small of his back, occasionally gripping at the thin mesh of his shirt when I felt him drawing away. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Opening Decision About Spies">> <<if $CC.opening == "unrealistic">> <<face worried>> So much for my early feelings about 'spies'. There really //were// infiltrations happening all over the world. I was a part of one. It made me incredibly nervous. <<elseif $CC.opening == "hard to follow">> <<face worried>> I once had felt that 'spy stories' were hard to follow. No wonder. Everything was coming at me a mile a minute. Nothing made sense to me and I was //here// on some op. I only hoped that I'd be able to do what I needed to do when the time came. <<else>> <<face happy>> I was a fucking //spy//. All those childhood dreams and wishes were coming true! I was a bundle of conflicting emotions: excited as fuck and scared. It was truly happening... <</if>> I still felt like that young little girl who read about //other// people doing this thing. <br><br> Angelo had stopped, high headlamp turned upwards, considering the grate on the ceiling, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Looks like it's you from here on out."<</speech>> <br><br> My stomach dropped. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> One of his hotdog fingers jabbed towards the grate above us, his other hand dug into a toolbag at his waist. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too small por me."<</speech>> Looking up, he wasn't wrong. Even at the ten or so feet, I came to the same assessment. I wondered if //I// would fit. <<speechPC>>"You didn't check the plans first?"<</speechPC>> He palmed me a couple of objects. <<speechPC>>"You can't be serious about sending me in there alone."<</speechPC>> The dancing light of his headlamp didn't afford me the opportunity to see what they were, but by touch, it seemed to me something long, cool and cylindrical: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Lockpick tool<<if $Reports.includes("Surveil")>>, if the code fails you<<else>><</if>>."<</speech>> Right. Something thin, flat and metal: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"To pry the grate."<</speech>> And something tiny and slightly gummy, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Earpiece. Put it in."<</speech>> I did so. <br><br> Suddenly, I was dealing with Angelo in stereo: the whispery echo of the sewer and the clear speech direct to my eardrum. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's two-way. Say someting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Something."<</speechPC>> Cutting this tension was impossible, but I tried. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Great. Up you go."<</speech>> He was leaving no room for argument. As much as I wanted to try and reason with him, the situation left me with one option: do as I was told. Time wasn't on our side. It was time for me to dive in, [[head-first|EXIT]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit underwear>> <<speechPC>>"They really treat you all well."<</speechPC>> I called out from the bathroom, applying makeup in the luxury suite that served as our staging grounds for the night ahead of us. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, it was just the closest place, really."<</speech>> I could hear the sarcasm loud and clear, even around the corner. <br><br> Nate was going to be my date. Somehow he'd managed to find an invitation with appropriate cover for himself and me to literally //attend// the party. That he was going slightly worried me: wasn't he some top-tier EROS agent? Wasn't that a risk?! <br><br> But it also calmed my nerves. Having his experience beside me, arm-in-arm. His knowledge of the operation ''that'' close. That I could turn to him for any questions or guidance -- not through some ear piece and monitor -- right there, in the flesh. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Would you preferred the RedDoorz?"<</speech>> The words came from the doorframe. I couldn't help but jerk slightly, not expecting him to be right ''there''. Seeing me like this. Inflagrante. /* IMAGE (Needed): A towel, dropped to the floor at a pair of feet on the tile floor of a bathroom */ Unbidden, I recalled that fateful day post-Prom when he had seen me in a similar state. So...I let it go. <<skillChecked "Male Attention Seeking">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>I actually turned towards him, watching his eyes etching my outline on his mind. Did he like what he saw? Had that been why he came into the bathroom without an invitation?<<else>>I still shied by body away from him. The mirrors wouldn't hide everything, but I had to send the message.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Hellno."<</speechPC>> I laughed and shooed him away. I had to finish my <<linkexpand "eyeliner.">> eyeliner. <br><br> Makeup complete, I returned to the swank bedroom adjoining the bathroom. He was already prepared: a tux that would have made Bond jealous and he wore it //well//. <<if $CC.sexuality == "lesbian">>Even not interested in men, he was as good-lookin arm candy as I could want.<<else>>I couldn't help but check him out. He was going to be good-looking arm candy.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry for holding you up."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his head and lifted the dress that I had brought, ready to help me into it. I closed the gap, the quiet of the room heightening the tension as my bare body neared him. He squatted, his eye-line from my chest to my crotch. I turned away from him, presenting my ass while stepping back into the dress. My bare feet sinking in amongst the caress of the thin, cool material. <br><br> I shivered as he stood, drawing it up over my body. Little pin-pricks of heat where his fingers couldn't help but touch me...or tried to touch me. <br><br> Shrugging one shoulder than the other, his hands met with my exposed clavicles with a light <<linkexpand "squeeze.">> squeeze. <<speech "Nate.png">>"There."<</speech>> <<if $Closet.includes("slinkylong")>><<outfit slinkylong>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("elegantdress")>><<outfit elegantdress>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("slinkyshort")>><<outfit slinkyshort>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("sugardress")>><<outfit sugardress>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("promDress1")>><<outfit promDress1>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("promDress2")>><<outfit promDress2>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("promDress3")>><<outfit promDress3>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("promDress5")>><<outfit promDress5>> <<elseif $Closet.includes("GYclub")>><<outfit GYclub>> <<else>><<outfit club>> <</if>> <br><br> A shiver ran down my spine. I stepped away from him. From the bed. <<speechPC>>"Thanks. We good?"<</speechPC>> I said as non-chalantly as possible, sitting on a chaise to strap on my shoes, knees tilted to the side to avoid any flashing. Back tight and straight, despite how difficult that meant putting on the footwear would be. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Almost."<</speech>> He was holding up a holster, weighted down by the pistol clasped inside. It was small, but I knew it was deadly. <<speechPC>>"They are going to let us in //armed//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Not me. You."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And just where do you think that is going to be hidden in //this//?"<</speechPC>> I stood, gesturing broadly at my elegant, but hardly secretive dress. <<image framed "passage/GunHolster.png">> Once more, he dropped to his knees, <<speech "Nate.png">>"May I?"<</speech>> Oh. Underneath. Of course. <div id="pistol"> <<crossroads #pistol>> <<path>> Let him. <<contents>> I nodded. Can't make a big deal out of it. <br><br> Looking off to the side, his hands slid up under the dress, the contrast of the hoster rough on my newly-moisturized and bare skin. And he kept going higher. My body couldn't help but instinctively react. My thighs weren't giving him enough space, so he had to crowd his way between them. <br><br> His knuckles brushed at the place between my legs, grinding slightly back and forth as he clasped the holster high and tight on my //inner// thigh. <<speech "Nate.png">>"There. Easy to keep men from searching there, right?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So //that// explains the violation."<</speechPC>> I let him off with a little smile, a heat in my cheeks and a giggle. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Would you rather it be harder to hide?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Now we're [[ready|BE010 - Live_Party2]]."<</speech>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> I can do it. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Prude">> There was no way I was just going to let him reach up under my dress. I took it from him firmly, but not unkindly. He stood and stepped back, brushing off his pants with a simple nod. <<speech "Nate.png">>"As high and close as you can get it for comfort...and still be able to walk."<</speech>> <br><br> Twisting my hips so that he couldn't see anything, I pulled the nylon straps up my newly-moisturized leg and clasped it tightly around my thigh. The butt of the pistol practically was masturbating me. That better be high enough. No way would I have been comfortable with him doing this. Greedy little prick. <<speechPC>>"Yep, got it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Easy to keep men from searching there."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Harder to keep them from trying to put it on you though."<</speechPC>> I played it off as a joke, pointed, but a joke. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Now we're [[ready|BE010 - Live_Party2]]."<</speech>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<speechPC>>"Am I going to have to use this thing?"<</speechPC>> My hands were fidgeting with the hem of my dress. I felt like I needed a bigger thigh-gap or to develop a bow-legged gait. Even the small weapon was proving hard to ignore while we strode out of the building. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Ideally, no."<</speech>> He looked over at me and shook his head, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Slower. You often run in dresses?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not run--"<</speechPC>> I cut my strides in half. I //was// moving as if it were just any outfit, any event. Maybe there was elegance lost over the past generation or so. <<speech "Nate.png">>"There."<</speech>> He patted my arm, linked through his. The fabric of his tuxedo was seductively soft. <br><br> With a slower gait, I felt some sense of calmness seep into me. I'd need every ounce of it because we were walking into the Lion's den by Alice's account. Part of my brain wouldn't shut up wanting to know what we were after, what the plan was, anything beyond what this seemed to be: show up to a party. I couldn't bear asking, though. I had to trust Nate and EROS. <br><br> The estate was surrounded by a well-maintained high hedge. The rise of the upper floors of the building just barely peeking out over top. <br><br> A steel gate marked our entrance. Everyone's entrance. Single men and pairs (men with guest) were being stopped there to be identified, verified and patted down. There was no line, per se, but there were enough attendees that the flow to the gate encouraged us to take a spot behind another couple. <br><br> He was older than Nate, wearing a tuxedo with gaudy appointments that declared //loudly// he was of Middle Eastern origin. His date, stumbling along beside him, did not seem to be used to heels and even hidden beneath a burkha I could tell she was younger than I was. <br><br> Were all of the guests going to be baddies? Probably by degrees. Even the pairing of these two spoke of his...lack of character. But did that make them targets? People of interest? Was Nate marking them? A quick glance told me nothing -- he was fixing one of his cufflinks. <br><br> The gravel crunched underfoot and made me almost imitate the girl in front of me, but I steadied myself. The near-miss had me awkwardly smiling and straightening my outfit as the couple ahead disappeared through the gate and left me to make eye contact with the trio of heavies, motioning us onward. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Nataniel Achen"<</speech>> No invitation, nothing proffered. A little hint of German accent. He was supremely unbothered, loosening my arm from his and presenting himself to be frisked. Where was //his// weapon? <br><br> The one who had motioned us forward did not leave anything to chance. His grasp on Nate's body disturbed the tuxedo, wrinkling it. The searching hands jabbed violently under and around his midsection beneath the jacket, fingers sliding around and up under the vest. I was saved from watching the lower-half search by my own investigation. <<speechPC>>"Oh!"<</speechPC>> One hand pulled me one direction, then the other. His free hand did the questing: up under my breasts, down my stomach and small of my back and then...between my legs. <<skillChecked "Deception">> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> My hand pulled at the bottom of my outfit, 'fully' displaying my gams for him. I parted my feet with an assured stance, cocking my hips back //just// so. Nothing to hide here was the message. The cherry on top? I looked away, nonplussed. <br><br> His hands stroked up the supple, bare flesh with practiced ease. Higher, higher, so quickly that I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. <br><br> Rotely, he pulled away, standing back up and motioning us along. I fixed my dress and linked with Nate once more, dropping my chin against him. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Nicely done."<</speech>> Under his breath. But I heard it. I didn't need to disguise my smile. <<else>> I froze. I didn't want to give away that I was hiding something and was immediately concerned that any movement would give my little package away. But his hand was still sliding up -- was he about to literally check my pussy?! <<speech "Nate.png">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I didn't even think, I reached out and grasped his offered hand, letting him pull me away. <<speech "Nate.png">>"That was close."<</speech>> Under his breath, but I heard it. It had been milliseconds before my payload had been discovered...hadn't it? His fingers hadn't brushed the cool metal of the muzzle or the silken fabric of the holster as I was dragged away, right? <</if>> <br><br> We were in. Time to <<linkexpand "party.">> <<Stats Deception ++>> party. <br><br> Mr. McLeod, whoever he was (or wasn't) did //not// skimp. The house was stupidly palatial. The lawn seemed to dwarf the sizeable amount of attendees that made it feel more like a sparse day in the park. <br><br> He did not skimp on security either. They were plain as day. No tuxes, not even suits. They wore their plainsclothes and tattoos like badges. They wore their guns like...guns. No concealed permits necessary here. <br><br> He did skimp on outfits for his staff. They were all female. And they were all kinds of naked. <<image framed "passage/ddparty.png">> The bartenders, the servers...some seemed to have chosen? and been afforded footwear, but otherwise the most these girls wore were panties. <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">><<state aroused>>I saw the appeal. It was almost too much skin to appreciate. A dopamine overdose as I scanned beautiful body after body, pair of tits after pair of tits, everything on these attractive young women was on display. And I did not mind one bit.<<else>>Even not into woman, it was a moment like this where you had to be honest and say that the female form was something of beauty. All sizes and shapes, but the way woman were designed was amazingly aesthetic. I wasn't ragingly horny all of a sudden, but it was still difficult for me //not// to catch myself gawking.<</if>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Coulda been one of them."<</speech>> The accent was gone. I, likewise, stopped hiding by giving him a glare. <<speechPC>>"Wouldn't you have liked that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Mixed bag. Wouldn't have to be risking my life right now, but also wouldn't have been able to see the show."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Not even from a drone?"<</speechPC>> His wry reaction told me all I needed to know. He had gotten his show this evening anyway. <br><br> People were looking at us. Not the people that worried me, the gunmen seemed just as uninterested in us as any of the other guests. The other //guests// though, seemed quite curious. I tried not to let it affect me, but with as much flesh on display, I still felt incredibly ''watched''. A pair of perfect tits jiggled by -- eyes caressed them before settling on me. A hand cupped and squeezed a bare ass, but the man's head turned to linger on my face. Alongside the entryway to the mansion, one man stood with his slacks open and was receiving fellatio...all the while scarfing canapes and giving me a little smile. <br><br> Why did I feel so under watch? There were other guests who looked just as lovely. Was it all in my head? <br><br> Nate was unperturbed, guiding us to one of the naked woman, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Champange, please."<</speech>> One of the two flutes ended up in my fingers. <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 2>>I practically downed the thing. My nerves getting the better of me. Nate just laughed and swapped flutes. I took my time with the second.<<else>>The bubbles tickled all the way down and then back up to the base of my brain. It helped me distract myself for a bit.<</if>> <br><br> It was intoxicating watching him shuttle us from guest to guest. Everything was seamless, as if he //were// 'Nataniel'. I had no idea who that person was, but Nate certainly did. <br><br> Chinese businessman and his //actual// wife. Nate apologized for his failing Mandarin, playing supplicant. It worked. The businessman immediately took to his dominant, important social position. He liked Nate. True, it was hard not to like him. I'd known him most of my life at this point, but this was a whole 'nother perspective. The perspective my mother knew, I guess. <br> Manilan functionary whose eyes could not have been wider. Nate shared him his excitement. Like two boys invited to the summer girl's camp. Chummy chums whispering to each other. It was infectious. I leaned into him, chest to his arm as I hooked mine through tighter. I wanted to be in the inner circle too. And closer to him. <br> That man and his burkha-girl: ambassador or something from Iran. Nate spoke about me as if I weren't there. The man was //highly// complimentary. Something about the way Nate appraised me with this man tickled me. Why did I care what he thought about the way I looked? I remembered earlier this evening in the hotel room. His touch...could Nate get it? Was this a crush? <br> A rough-and-tumble container shipping captain. Could not have been more out-of-place. Nate lost his accent and grumbled with him for some real food. I liked this side of him too -- if it was a real side. It fit him more, and the multiple decades between us. Oh fuck. He easily was around my Dad's age. What was I thinking? I couldn't really be //attracted// to Nate, could I? No fucking way. <br> A Chinese woman in a smart suit, running solo. The two of them spoke in a flurry. I couldn't understand a word. But I //did// know it was Mandarin. Oh. Not so failing now, huh? Was it that she was a woman and I was defensive? Was I resisting the pull I had been feeling? <br> And it went on like that until: Filipino former President, Nate and he seemed to be best buddies. <<speechPC>>"Isn't that--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Yep."<</speech>> ''Incredulous''. The enamorment had dissipated. Now, couple dozen interactions under our belt...it felt like idle wandering now. It irritated me. What was our direction? Were we just going to play socialite? When were we going to //do// something? <<speechPC>>"Aren't you supposed to know someone here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, we could certainly take it out of the marina this weekend, if you'd like."<</speech>> I wanted to smack him. <br><br> I understood the //point// of what he was doing: be not us. But who was actually listening? And why these inane little quips? <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> And then, I realized that ''I'' knew someone here. I practically spat out the champagne in my mouth: Datu. <br><br> The man who had nearly killed me for poking my nose in where it wasn't welcome. Was I welcome here? <br><br> I pulled Nate, twisting us in the opposite direction from that deadly motherfucker. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Whoahhh...where are we going?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Away from him. He'll recognize me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm not so sure of that--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Away."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I <<linkexpand "insisted.">> insisted. <br><br> While it seemed that the party was happening outside, so was the danger. Amongst the important people communing over drink, noshes and naked women was also where I'd be outed by that scary man. No matter how little, how unimportant inside was...it was safer. I wasn't about to blow up [[the mission|EXIT]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I didn't know how much longer I could maintain this farce. I felt like I needed to be in the driver's seat. <div id="search"> <<crossroads #search>> <<path>> Inside. See what we can find. <<contents>> While it seemed that the party was happening outside -- unless we were trying to make some political arrangement -- the interesting parts of the organization throwing the party had to be somewhere else. Guards but no apparent bosses, naked serving girls and at most their handlers...there had to be people higher up the chain here. Otherwise, why was there a party [[happening at all|EXIT]]? <<path>> Outside. See who we can meet. <<contents>> Out here was where the party was happening. The important people communing over drink, noshes and naked women. This was where our win [[would happen|EXIT]], if anywhere. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<img class="image cover" src="img/hd_banner.png"> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_theme.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <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> [[You decide|CC001 - Origin]]. <<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"> My story begins... <<link "differently">> <<replace "#open" t8n>> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower">> <</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" style="margin-right: 5px"> _skipKey </span> key on your keyboard or tap the screen in order to skip timed events and animations. <br><br> Be sure to check the settings in the bottom-left to change the theme, display the HD Doll, and more! </div> </div>
<<shake Infinity 3.6s 0.25>> <<video "img/OriginSex.mp4" "img/OriginSex.png">> <</shake>> <<timed 2s t8n>> <br><br> <div id="his"> He was <<crossroads #his>> <<path>> <<hover>> hers. <<tip>> Nature: Actions speak loudly about the people making them. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.dad = 3>> They were comfortable with each other. Their parts went together with skill and ease. <br><br> It was familiar. <br><br> They cared for each other. <br><br> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower1">> <<path>> <<hover>> a big mistake. <<tip>> Nature: Actions speak loudly about the people making them. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.dad = -3>> She was caught up in the moment, overwhelmed, passionate. <br><br> He wasn't her usual type. He wasn't who she had imagined growing up. <br><br> She hadn't been considering him a father. <br><br> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower1">> <<path>> <<hover>> intoxicating. <<tip>> Nature: Actions speak loudly about the people making them. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.dad = 1>> There was something about //him// that drove her wild. Something novel, commanding. <br><br> She ''craved'' him. <br><br> At that moment, she could not have been more pleased. Brain off, enjoyng herself. <br><br> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower1">> <</crossroads>> <<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, <<print $CC.name>>, 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>>
<div id="position"> 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> <<linkexpand "''Grunting.''">>''Grunting.'' <br><br> She was bouncing from the impact of his hips... <<crossroads #position>> <<path>> <<hover>> riding. <<tip>> Insignificance: Even the smallest decisions can matter. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.position = 1>> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower2">> <<path>> <<hover>> bent over. <<tip>> Insignificance: Even the smallest decisions can matter. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.position = -1>> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower2">> <<path>> <<hover>> on her back. <<tip>> Insignificance: Even the smallest decisions can matter. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.position = 0>> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower2">> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<div id="mom"> 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 <<shake Infinity 3.6s 0.25>>//gyrated//.<</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1.25s>> Panting. Trying to get ''there''. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1s>> She <<crossroads #mom>> <<path>> <<hover>> was trying for me. <<tip>> Finality: Previous choices may have been inconsequential...if not for one last decision. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = 3>> Hoped that tonight was the night. <br><br> Her life would change for the better -- or at least //different//. <br><br> The world would change... <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> was drunk. <<tip>> Finality: Previous choices may have been inconsequential...if not for one last decision. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = -2>> Tonight was about excess, release. <br><br> Thinking and decision-making were the farthest things from her mind. <br><br> In fact, she'd spent the night numbing it for that purpose. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> thought he was using a condom. <<tip>> Finality: Previous choices may have been inconsequential...if not for one last decision. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = -3>> In the moment, she wasn't considering the possibility. He had told her he had put one on. <br><br> He knew he was supposed to. <br><br> But he wasn't. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> was trying to trap him. <<tip>> Finality: Previous choices may have been inconsequential...if not for one last decision. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = -1>> She wanted him badly. <br><br> The culmination of the night would lock them together, hopefully. <br><br> She hadn't told him. Not until it was too late. Until she was //certain//. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> had just been forgetful. <<tip>> Finality: Previous choices may have been inconsequential...if not for one last decision. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = 1>> She was letting herself go, no concern in the world. No concept that anything could actually result from this... <br><br> Except for some fun, excitement...release. <br><br> The idea of me wasn't anywhere in her head. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <<path>> <<hover>> believed his promise. <<tip>> Finality: Previous choices may have been inconsequential...if not for one last decision. <</hover>> <<contents>> <<set $CC.mom = -2>> She was enjoying herself. They'd gotten caught up and...he would certainly be careful. <br><br> Pull out. <br><br> They both knew the risks, but planned for a different finish. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<timed 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<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>>
<<if $CC.position == 1>> /* Riding */ <<if $CC.dad == 3>> /* Hers */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ She gazed down at him, vision bleary from the intensity of the moment. <br><br> Deep down, she knew motherhood was fast approaching. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ She gazed down at him, vision blearly from the intensity of the moment. <br><br> A part of her was curious if he realized what would happen if he came...when he came. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ She gazed down at him, vision bleary from the intensity of the moment. <br><br> Something in the back of her head tingled. A few days ago. She hadn't missed her alarm, had she? <br><br> She dismissed the thought that threatened to kill the mood. <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ She gazed down at him as he held her hips, ramming himself against her. <br><br> Her head lolled, dropping to his shoulder, letting him do his thing. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ She rocked her hips with abandon, focused on reaching her orgasm. <br><br> Later, she'd wished she had paid more attention to him. <br><br> But right then, the last thing on her mind was his spunk. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.dad == -3>> /* Mistake */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ She gazed down at him, glad for how bleary her vision was in the moment. <br><br> This wasn't the man that she wanted, but he'd fit the bill. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ She gazed down at him, glad for how bleary her vision was in the moment. <br><br> Why had she picked //him// to lock in with a child? Too late now. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ She gazed down at him, glad for how bleary her vision was in the moment. <br><br> A flicker of concern threatened to ruin the moment: she hadn't missed a pill, right? <br><br> Not with him. There was no way. <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ His hand gripped her throat, keeping it from lolling. <br><br> 'Out of it' was an understatement. She wasn't there, in the conscious-sense. <br><br> But that wasn't stopping him from enjoying what //was// there. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ She wondered at how she had found her way into the lap of //this// man. <br><br> Another regret. <br><br> Little did she know that he was going to ensure tonight was a ''massive'' mistake. <</if>> <<else>> /* Intoxicating/Hot/Player */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ Her hands planted on his chest, pinning him there as she rocked. God. He was //gorgeous//. <br><br> She couldn't have imagined a hotter person to make me with. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ Her hands planted on his chest, pinning him there as she rocked. She //needed// him. <br><br> Forever. <br><br> And ''I'' was going to be the reason she kept him. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ It was now, his meat deep within her that she was realizing that he'd manipulated his way to this moment. <br><br> A little late now to realize. <br><br> Her mind was focused on being played rather than remembering she hadn't been careful with her birth control this week. <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ Something in her drink? <br><br> She'd remember all of this tomorrow, but at that moment, there was nothing to do as he held her hips and thrust inside her. <br><br> Her head lolled, her body swaying like a doll. Neither of them concerned with the repurcussions of tonight, especially not him. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ She couldn't help but smile: he'd landed her and they both knew it now. <br><br> Crafty, suave and now making good on his night's efforts. <br><br> That silver tongue was also going to result in me. It shouldn't have surprised her when it happened, but that's how good he was. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $CC.position == 0>> /* Missionary */ <<if $CC.dad == 3>> /* Hers */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ She locked her feet behind him, drawing him in. <br><br> She wanted him deep, fully within her. <br><br> Tonight was the night, and he was the one. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ She locked her feet behind him, drawing him in. He frowned, struggling slightly. <br><br> She wanted him deep, fully within her. <br><br> Tonight was the night, and he was the one. He just didn't know it. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ She locked her feet behind him, drawing him in. It felt too good. <br><br> She wanted him deep, fully within her. <br><br> She'd always been good enough with her birth control before, why would tonight be any different? <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ He pressed her legs back against her, leaning over her body as he took her. <br><br> He wanted himself deep, fully claiming her. <br><br> She lay there, compliant, pliable, out of it. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ He was thrusting hard, //deep//. It kind of hurt. She frowned and hissed at him. <br><br> She hoped he'd be able to get out in time. <br><br> He wasn't. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.dad == -3>> /* Mistake */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ She closed her eyes, trying to push his image from her mind. <br><br> Imagine someone else: her ideal. <br><br> He served a purpose, that's all. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ The two of them had a history: off and on, bickering, fighting. <br><br> Hate sex. Make-up sex. <br><br> There was something about tonight though, as much as she hated him, that made her smile. <br><br> I'd be a surprise attack he'd never see coming. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ Sometimes you wanted to get laid too badly. He was the result of those kind of nights. <br><br> These nights. <br><br> She shut her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than him. <br><br> Little did she know that she wanted it so badly tonight because she was ovulating...missing that pill was a bigger mistake than he was. <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ She would never have given him the time of day. She hadn't. <br><br> It delighted him all the more that she was under him, taking his cock despite the rest of the evening. <br><br> He'd give her everything he wanted to, whether she wanted it or not. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ She tried to keep her thighs apart, both to accept his thrusting but also give him easy exit. <br><br> She excused the fact that she was fucking him at the moment, but she could never excuse him not pulling out. <br><br> Too bad being on her back gave her little choice. <</if>> <<else>> /* Intoxicating/Hot/Player */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ She locked her feet behind him, drawing him in. <br><br> She wanted that gorgeous man deep, fully within her. <br><br> Tonight was the night, and he was the one. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ She locked her feet behind him, drawing him in. A little confusion crested his face before he crested, as if wondering if she was safe. <br><br> She wanted him deep, fully within her. She wasn't safe. She just smiled. <br><br> Tonight was the night, and he was the one. Whether he wanted it or not. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ Of course he could cum in her. //Look// at him. And he was more than willing to agree. <br><br> She was safe anyway. She'd taken her pill on time as always. <br><br> Hadn't she? <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ His game hadn't been up to snuff tonight, but that didn't mean he was going to strike out. <br><br> She was there, underneath him. Too out of it to tell him he needed to pull out. That she wasn't safe. <br><br> But she wasn't too out of it for him to get what he wanted. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ She shook her head at him, as she realized once again how much game he had spit... <br><br> But also to remind him again that she wasn't safe and he needed to... <br><br> He grinned, nodding. Spitting more game. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> /* Doggy/Bent/Prone */ <<if $CC.dad == 3>> /* Hers */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ She pawed in front of her, trying to keep her head as low as possible. <br><br> She wished they were in //any// other position -- he had too much control. <br><br> Still, he wanted her like this, a small price to pay for what she was about to receive. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ He couldn't see her smile as he gripped her and took her from behind. <br><br> He had no idea why she had been so willing and so //dirty// this evening. <br><br> He'd find out...too late. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ Tonight was primal, needy. Necessary. <br><br> The two of them went at it like animals with abandon. <br><br> They figured it was safe as always. <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ He held her head down as he pounded her from behind, taking her like the 'slut' she was. <br><br> Her noises muffled, she took him. //Had// to take him. <br><br> Soon she'd be left with a reminder of him. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ It felt so good, bent over, raw and unprotected. <br><br> There was little she could focus on besides the sensations. <br><br> He would have to focus on his pullout game. <br><br> He didn't. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.dad == -3>> /* Mistake */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ She had opted for doggy so she wouldn't have to look at him. <br><br> Why did it have to be //him//? <br><br> Because she wanted me. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ He thought himself such an alpha, hammering against her ass animalistically. <br><br> He was so pleased, having the time of his life. <br><br> Little did he know that she was smiling too, for a different reason. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ It was just sex. Good sex. <br><br> If he had mattered to her, if he had been...right...they wouldn't be fucking like this, doggy and dirty. <br><br> Part of her hoped he'd be careful, though she figured it didn't matter either way. <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ Everything about him was wrong. That's why it was a miracle that they were fucking. <br><br> Barely conscious, he thrust against her, claiming this woman who had wanted to get away. <br><br> She wouldn't get away now, she'd make sure she remembered him in the morning. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ Sometimes you just needed to get laid. <br><br> That's why she couldn't face him: shame. She wanted to focus on the pleasure that she needed, rather than the man who was behind her. <br><br> They were both too focused on the pleasure...and soon they'd be feeling a bit too much. <</if>> <<else>> /* Intoxicating/Hot/Player */ <<if $CC.mom == 3>> /* Trying */ He barely touched her as he thrust away at her from behind. <br><br> He had gotten everything he wanted, but wanted to see if she'd try to stop it -- he knew she wouldn't. <br><br> He just didn't know //why// she wouldn't. He thought it was his game. <br><br> It was me. <<elseif $CC.mom == -1>> /* Trapping */ What was a guy to do when a woman threw herself at you? You got some pussy. <br><br> Still, something niggled at the back of his head. The sex was good, but something was off. <br><br> She looked back at him over her shoulder, giving him a show, enticing him to finish inside her. <<elseif $CC.mom == 1>> /* Forgetful */ The whole week had been a whirlwind. She'd just let herself go. <br><br> She left responsibility behind. She needed escape. <br><br> And this guy was exactly the kind of escape she was after. <br><br> She bent forward, receiving his passion eagerly, willing to receive all he had to give her...though she shouldnt' have been so flip with //everything// this week. <<elseif $CC.mom == -2>> /* Drunk/Date Rape */ His hands were pulling tight at her head, keeping it from lolling around the way it had been. <br><br> From behind it was easier to think she wasn't as out of it as she was. <br><br> He needed her to feel him, to react to him. Maybe his orgasm would elicit something from her. <<else>> /* Surprised/Displeased */ It was tough to dissuade him, hand grasped in her hair, other hand clamped on her hip. <br><br> The only thing she could do was brace herself and hope that his intense fury of thrusting wasn't going to end the way she thought it might. <br><br> The way it would. And did. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<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''? <<speech>>"Chr//ist//!"<</speech>> 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, <<speech>>"That's it, goooood boy."<</speech>> <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, <<speech>>"Good girl, //take// that ''cock''."<</speech>> <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" || $CC.mom !== "was trapping him">> <<set _motherOptions["who didn't want me"] = 'unwanted'>> <<set _motherOptions['who felt I ruined her life'] = 'hated'>> <</if>> <div id="origin"> How's //that// for an origin story? <br><br> My literal origin. <br><br> Luckily, I don't have ''actual'' knowledge of those...//seminal// moments of my life. <br><br><br> <<timed 1.5s>> Ha. <br><br> <<next>> Okay. <br><br> <<next>> Fine. <br><br><br> <div id="cc004-1"></div> <<next>> <<replace #cc004-1 t8n>> You might think it's too far back or irrelevant, but you'd be surprised how even tiny events or differences I've found to have important repercussions. <br><br> I only have to assume that something from the very beginning, coupled with everything else along the way, brought me to my own spy story. <br><br> And, I'd argue, incredibly relevant that sex starts the story, right? <br><br><br> La petite mort <<link "du petit">> <<replace "#origin" t8n>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<image framed "passage/CC004-Household.png">> So there I was, inside a woman <<listbox '$CC.mother' autoselect>><<optionsfrom _motherOptions>><</listbox>> to be my mother. <br><br> Created by a man, my <<listbox "$CC.father" autoselect>> <<option "prick" "abusive">> <<option "loving and attentive" "loving">> <<option "unknown" "gone">> <<option "...present" "absent">> <</listbox>> father. <br><br><br><br> And...that's who made [[me|CC005 - Who]]. <br><br><br><br> <</replace>> <</link>> Le Carré. <<scrollIntoView>> <</replace>> <</timed>> </div>
<<set $CC.month = ["JAN","FEB","MAR","APR","MAY","JUN","JUL","AUG","SEP","OCT","NOV","DEC"].random()>> <<set $CC.day = random(1,29)>> <<set $CC.year = 2004>> <div id="who"> <<set _Opening = [ "hard to follow", "exciting", "unrealistic" ]>> <<done>> <<run $('#cycle-opening').click( ()=>{ $('#opening').empty().wiki('$CC.opening'); })>> <</done>> <<set _skinOpts = ["black", "golden", "fair", "olive", "white"]>> <<set _ethnOpts = setup.ethnicityOpts[$Body.skin]>> <<set _spyOpts = [ "Evelyn Salt", "Sydney Bristow", "Kim Possible" ]>> <<set _choiceThatDoesNotMatter = "words">> <<set _choicesMatterOptions = [ "words", "phrase", "sentence" ]>> <<set _parentsOptions = {}>> <<if $CC.mother == "loved">> <<set _parentsOptions['the two of them...before he left.'] = 'separated'>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["the two of them, hand in hand."] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions['the two of them, though I wish it was just her.'] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "young">> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom. She was between guys."] = 'separated'>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["my parents."] = 'together'>> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom and Dad, though I wish it was just her."] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom, before she put me up for adoption."] = "adopted">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "unwanted">> <<set _parentsOptions = { "my parents, but my arrival ended them." : 'separated', "by her and that angry person that was my Dad." : 'hurt' }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["the two of them."] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions["my parents, but I don't remember them at all."] = "adopted">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "hated">> <<set _parentsOptions = { 'by my biologicals, but soon she was gone.' : 'separated', }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['my parents, trying to ignore me in the backseat.'] = 'together'>> <<set _parentsOptions['Mom and Dad, probably wishing they could dispose of me.'] = 'hurt'>> <<else>> <<set _parentsOptions['my parents, for the hot second before they shipped me off.'] = 'adopted'>> <</if>> <</if>> <<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" && $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['Mom, cradling me, far happier for my arrival than Dad.'] = 'together'>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _wealthOptions = { "Opulence." : 5, "Wealth." : 4, "Enough." : 3, "Occasional difficulty." : 2, "Lack." : 1, "Barely scraping by." : 0 }>> <div id="birth-certificate" class="paper-form"> <h1>Birth certificate</h1> <fieldset> <label>Name: <<textbox "$CC.name" "Claire">></label> <label>Family name: <<textbox "$CC.surname" "Campbell">></label> <label>Date of birth: <input class="redacted" readonly value="" /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset> <legend>Parents:</legend> <label>Father: <input readonly class="redacted" value="" /></label> <label>Mother: <input readonly class="redacted" value="" /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset> <legend>Details:</legend> <label>Weight: <input readonly value="7 lb 2 oz" /></label> <label>Height: <input readonly value='19.4 inches' /></label> <label>Skin: <<listbox "$Body.skin" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _skinOpts>><</listbox>></label> <<include ethnicitySelector>> </fieldset> <fieldset style="display: block"> <legend>Additional notes:</legend> 10/10 Apgar score. Important to note <span class="redacted">Ha, nice try!. You thought you can find it out by inspecting the code? Not so quick!</span>. <br> ------ <br> <br> </fieldset> </div> <br><br> <<timed 1s t8n>> <<dialogHint "Choices Matter" 'popup'>> 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 <<print $CC.name>>'s personality. <br><br> Some of choices will be embedded in story elements. Like here - MC's __name__ and __family__ __name__ on her birth certificate. <</dialogHint>> <</timed>> That's me! <br><br> The <<cycle "$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. <br><br> We wouldn't be here if it wasn't happening now would we? <br><br> All those movies, books -- ''hinted'' at the truth of the spy world. What was actually happening. What ''I'' would be a part of. <br><br> So much for fantasy, so much for <span id='opening'><<print $CC.opening>></span><<linkexpand "...">> having a normal life. <br><br> <<hint>> This selection, for example, can affect <<print $CC.name>>'s ''Stability'', ''Sophistication'', and ''Suggestibility''. These are some of the Traits that define her personality. Traits and Skills will be affected by most of the choices you make for her throughout the game. <br><br> During the Prologue, Skills and Traits will have a hard cap. That means that in each phase prior to Act I and the main game, they will not be able to increase beyond certain levels. <br><br> Choices that would increase them past the cap will be remembered as 'xp', so the choices are not entirely worthless, but have less of an effect on her final stats. <</hint>> <br> I was driven from the hospital to my childhood home<br> in <<listbox "$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 "$CC.parents" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _parentsOptions>><</listbox>>. <br><br> Between the two of them, I was afforded a life of <<listbox "$CC.wealth" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _wealthOptions>><</listbox>> <br><br><br> A life that began in my <<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>> 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">> <<elseif $CC.dad == 2>> <<set $CC.DName = "Uncle Tom">> <<set $CC.EDName = "Jake">> <<else>> <<set $CC.DName = "Jake">> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "loved">> <<Stats Stable ++>> Life had two modes: <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"Hey hun."<</speech>> The requisite kiss on the forehead. It was warm and I certainly was doted upon. <br><br> Or: <<speech "$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 "Mblackout.png">>"No she's my //daughter//."<</speech>> An eyeroll, a quick pull away from whatever guy (or nosy 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">> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">><<speech "$CC.DName">>"What the fuck are you watching those old things for?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Watching those old things again?"<</speech>> He ruffled my hair.<</if>> <<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> Watching the videos, I could see her. See the look on her face, you could tell energy between them <<if $CC.dad == 0>> -- the two people I never knew together... <</if>> was fucking ebullient. <br><br> //<<print $CC.DName>> was bringing me over to her. Her hands shoved back:<<speech "Elle.png">>"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> Their door slammed. 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 $CC.mother == "family">> <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"Get over here for the picture!"<</speech>> There'd be many. Someone was blinking. Someone was hitting someone else. Someone had been forgotten. It was raucous and lively, that's for sure. <br><br> It felt wonderful to have the companionship and love, but that also meant that attention and care was spread thin. I -- all of us -- were kind of just another 'number,' not so much any 'special addition' to the brood. A brood where I was <<listbox "$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>> /* Add the hometown accessory to Player's closet */ <<run $Closet.pushUnique($CC.hometown)>> <<if SugarCube.settings.hometownAcc>> <<set setup.Outfits.default = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits.basic)>> <<switch $CC.hometown>> <<case AL>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.feet = "shoes_cowboyboots">> <<case NO>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.hat = "hat_cowboyBrown">> <<case NY>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.accessory = "accessory_choker">> <<case LA>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.accessory = "anklet_surfer">> <<case WA>> <<set setup.Outfits.default.glasses = "glasses_hipster">> <</switch>> <<else>> <<set setup.Outfits.default = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits.basic)>> <</if>> <<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. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>I hated her leaving.<<else>>It was different and nice.<</if>> <br><br> Sure, there was a sense of a vacancy waiting to be filled, but <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>someone had to 'care' for me on her frequent departures.<<else>>we were compatriots holding down the fort in the meantime.<</if>> <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, <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>showed up...eventually...when he was needed.<<else>>showed up and on-time when it was his turn.<</if>> <</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>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>I hated when she left.<<else>>. It was different and nice.<</if>> <br><br> Sure, there was a sense of a vacancy we were both waiting to be filled, but <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>someone had to care for me on her frequent departures.<<else>>we were compatriots holding down the fort.<</if>> <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 <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>regret and disdain for me.<<else>>"I'm sorry, <<print $CC.name>>."<</if>> Maybe I'm creating that. Who knows what was going on in his head. <br><br> It's weird, but in a way, I think we both can thank Mom, dear old //Elle// bouncing so early in my life. Without her, we had no choice but to form a bond. <br><br> Ultimately, I love him <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>for all his foibles<<else>>and he certainly loved me<</if>> -- he loved a lot of women in his life. <br><br> Would I have wanted it another way? I don't know. <br><br> 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 had been there. <br><br> I asked about her. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Once.">>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 the reason. He knew something, but he didn't want ''me'' to know. <br><br> 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 Dad and Mom 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 "Mblackout.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> There was an edge to her voice. <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"This isn't funny, girlie."<</speech>> Mom had a short fuse right after getting back from a trip. <<else>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"<<print $CC.name>>! <<print $CC.name>>?!"<</speech>> It was Dad. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>He could be absolutely //frightening//.<<else>>Daddy could be a little short-tempered when Mom had just come back from a trip.<</if>> <<speech "$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>>Mom was gliding down the stairs, on the hunt, <<else>>Mom 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 "Mblackout.png">>"Oh! Where were you?"<</speech>> I couldn't help the wry little grin, enjoying the bewilderment. <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"You sure you weren't in the basement playing?"<</speech>> I made sure my dirty feet were tucked carefully underneath me. <<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 $CC.dad == 0>> The search had begun. Mom was mere feet away from me. Her awareness was always insanely acute -- I was certain I was about to be punished. She was making a slow turn, assessing her surroundings...and then she threw her arms up in defeat. She stomped back up the stairs, muttering, <<speech "Mblackout.png">>"Well, I guess I know where she got this disappearing act from. I guess I should get used to it."<</speech>> <<else>> The search had begun. Dad was tossing boxes around. But Mom was mere feet away from me. Her awareness was always insanely acute -- I was certain I was about to be punished. She was making a slow turn, assessing her surroundings...And Dad threw his arms up in defeat, <<speech "$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>> /* TODO (Cassie): Need to get new MName.png for Elle prior to this point that is grey/black scale because the phenotype has not yet been determined. */
<<set _imgPathTmp = 'passage/' + $CC.hometown + '.png'>> <<image framed _imgPathTmp>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">> <<set $CC.hometownName = [ "Beaufort, South Carolina", "Whitefish, Montana", "Hood River, Oregon", "Berlin, Maryland", "Sitka, Alaska", "Sedona, Arizona", "Montpelier, Vermont", "Telluride, Colorado", "Moab, Utah", "Oxford, Mississippi" ].random()>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <p> Growing up in that little backwater was like having a large family. No one left, generation after generation, so the community was tight-knit which in some ways was nice. </p> <p> There wasn't much 'new' or 'exciting,' though, so only the slightest of nudges to the needle felt like a massive upheaval. A new store. An invasion by a wild pack of trash pandas (raccoons) that were terrorizing local dumpsters. </p> <p> There really wasn't <<linkexpand "shit to do">>shit to do. <<replace "#choices" t8n>> <br> <p> I planned to skee-daddle out of butt-fucking Egypt, but until then, I kept sane by: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "barn"]]>> <<hover>> ...hanging out, partying in fields and barns.<br> <<tip>> A more 'rural' kind of partygirl. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "home"]]>> <<hover>> ...sticking around home, alone or with friends.<br> <<tip>> The girl who doesn't get out a lot. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "vandal"]]>> <<hover>> ...speeding around town, causing mischief.<br> <<tip>> The girl who prefers excitement and craziness. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "helper"]]>> <<hover>> ...helping out with home projects or at neighbors farms.<br> <<tip>> The good girl who's everyone's favorite in the neighborhood. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "church"]]>> <<hover>> ...focusing on local church and its groups.<br> <<tip>> The religious, self-respecting girl. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "sporty"]]>> <<hover>> ...were my team. Exerting ourselves together, winning or losing, always keeps you tight.<br> <<tip>> The girl who was always in sports. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <<hint>> Choices like these above guide later options for her life. We'll see moments and vignettes from this part of her life later on in our Prologue. <</hint>> <</replace>> <</linkexpand>>. </p> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Los Angeles, California">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "NY">> <<set $CC.hometownName ="New York, New York">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Birmingham, Alabama">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Seattle, Washington">> <</if>> <p> Growing up in a city was insane! </p> <p> Stimulation was __everywhere__ -- there was <<linkexpand "shit to do">>shit to do. <<replace "#choices" t8n>> <br> <p> Yet, coming with all of the excitement and opportunity, there was an ever-present danger that kept you looking over your shoulder. </p> <p> There were times when shit got so bad you wished for a simpler life. </p> <br> <p> It felt chaotic, for sure, but you found people to connect with and bond. My assembled crew: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "partier"]]>> <<hover>> ...hopped from home to home, or whatever space we could find to have some fun.<br> <<tip>> The school partygirl. Hitting up house parties and throwing her own. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "home"]]>> <<hover>> ...always were over at my place, watching some movies or playing some games.<br> <<tip>> The girl who doesn't get out a lot. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "gang"]]>> <<hover>> ...were, well, a gang. We tagged shit, we did some stupid stuff, but we could hold our own.<br> <<tip>> The girl who runs in the 'wrong' crowd. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "volunteer"]]>> <<hover>> ...were a community I built doing volunteer work. Kind and warm.<br> <<tip>> The girl who seeks extra-credit and/or is just selfless. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "sporty"]]>> <<hover>> ...were my team. Exerting ourselves together, winning or losing, always keeps you tight.<br> <<tip>> The girl who was always in sports. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "beach"]] $CC.hometown is "LA">> <<hover>> ...were on the beach! Sand between my toes, sun bronzing my skin, the salty air, it was all fun to me.<br> <<tip>> The girl who was always at the beach. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Los Angeles. <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "club"]] $CC.hometown is "NY">> <<hover>> ...were a fluid group. But we all had our contacts, or a fake ID, anything to get into a hot spot, club, bar, or pop-up.<br> <<tip>> The partygirl who had a fake ID to get into places before she shoulda. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from New York. <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "tailgate"]] $CC.hometown is "AL">> <<hover>> ...tailgated with me. On a flatbed or fold-out chair for the next Auburn game.<br> <<tip>> The girl who loves her local sporting team! <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Alabama <<path [[CC015 - Pre-Clique][$CC.freetime = "outdoors"]] $CC.hometown is "WA">> <<hover>> ...were down to strap on some boots and a pack and get our trek on. When it wasn't raining, and sometimes when it was, we were on a trail or camping or climbing.<br> <<tip>> The girl who gets out, but to enjoy nature and a nice getaway. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Seattle. <</crossroads>> <<hint>> Choices like these above guide later options for her life. We'll see moments and vignettes from this part of her life later on in our Prologue. <</hint>> <</replace>> <</linkexpand>>. </p> <</if>> /* Fict: The div is free! It has no rules, it can be anywhere. We typically wrap it around where its being used to erase the old content on click. */ /* But in this example we are adding to this empty div here with content whenever the user clicks on that replace! */ <div id="choices"></div>
<<image framed "passage/CC009-School.png">> <<set _hairOpts = {}>> <<set _hairOpts['blonde'] = 'blonde'>> <<set _hairOpts['brunette'] = 'brown'>> <<set _hairOpts['redhead'] = 'red'>> <<set _hairOpts['raven-haired'] = 'black'>> <<set _styleOpts = ["straight", "curly", "wavy"]>> <<set _eyesOpts = ["blue", "brown", "green", "hazel", "gray"]>> There I was, my first day of school, a tangle of <<listbox "$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>>
<<if $Body.skin == "alabaster">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("golden", "fair")>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "ebony">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("black")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("black", "golden")>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "fair">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("golden", "fair", "olive")>> <<else>> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("golden", "fair", "olive")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.eyes == "blue">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "gray")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "gray")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "green">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "brown">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("brown", "hazel", "green")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("brown", "hazel", "green")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "gray">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "gray", "green")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "gray", "green")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "hazel">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.style == "wavy">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "curly", "straight")>> <<elseif $Body.style == "straight">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "straight")>> <<elseif $Body.style == "curly">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "curly")>> <</if>> <<if Array("black", "golden").includes($CC.FSkin)>> <<set $CC.Fhair = "black">> <<else>> <<if $Body.hair == "brown">> <<set $CC.Fhair = either("blonde", "red", "black")>> <<elseif $Body.hair == "blonde">> <<set $CC.Fhair = "blonde">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "red">> <<set $CC.Fhair = "red">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "black">> <<set $CC.Fhair = "black">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if Array("black", "golden").includes($CC.MSkin)>> <<set $CC.Mhair = "black">> <<else>> <<if $Body.hair == "brown">> <<set $CC.Mhair = "brown">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "blonde">> <<set $CC.Mhair = "brown">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "red">> <<set $CC.Mhair = "brown">> <<elseif $Body.hair == "black">> <<set $CC.Mhair = "brown">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.FFsex == "M">><<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: <<shake>><span style="color:red;">"For a good time call <<print $CC.name>>"</span><</shake>> 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...The way they filled out those jeans.' : "straight", 'an attraction in other people. Good looking is good looking.' : "bi" }>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest !== "boys">> <<set _sexOpts['other girls. The bounce in their hair, their smiles...slender, dainty, beautiful.'] = "lesbian">> <</if>> <<set _attOpts = {}>> <<set _attOpts['very little attention'] = 1>> <<set _attOpts['average attention'] = 2>> <<set _attOpts['a good bit of attention'] = 3>> <<set _attOpts['more attention than other girls got'] = 4>> <<set _attOpts['literally constant attention'] = 5>> <<set _attOpts['overwhelming attention'] = 6>> <<hint>> ''Sexuality'' You're about to decide <<print $CC.name>>'s sexual orientation. This is a big deal, and will affect her relationships, her social life, and her self-esteem. <br><br> Blue Swallow is a game that focuses on male-female interactions. So, while you can make her bisexual or even a lesbian, such a choice is less of a 'kink'-preference and more of a //difficulty// decision. <br><br> Please take note that there ''are'' female-female opportunities in Prologue and Main Game, but they are fewer and far between. <br><br> From a game design perspective, please consider selecting straight or bi for your playthrough. Otherwise, know that 'lesbian' is a selection of (very) HARD-mode. If you're looking for a ''hardcore'' (pun not intended) challenge, where <<print $CC.name>>'s mental state will constantly be threatened, or you want to see how far you can get with the most difficult settings, then choose 'lesbian'. <</hint>> And it ''hit''. <br><br><br> It felt like all of a sudden, I went from being little me to <<listbox "$CC.height" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _heightOpts>><</listbox>> me. <br><br> 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()>> /* Apply bonus skill points based on attractiveness (max 2 per skill for prologue players) */ <<RandomSkillBonus 2>> <<set _potential = ["Awkward", "Smart", "Funny", "Confident", "Popular", "Loose", "Quirky"]>> <<run _traits = [ "Fantastic Tits", "Amazing Ass", "Striking Eyes", "Perfect Smile", "Actor-level Bone Structure", "Modelesque Legs", "An Ineffable Charm", "Smoky Voice", "Easy, Unwavering Fitness" ] >> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.length gte $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <p> One day, looking at myself in the mirror, I actually gave myself an honest appraisal. Fighting back my body dysmorphia, I smiled and shook my head, impressed to see: </p> <ul> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("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 lte 0>> In particular, how I <<if $CC.traits.includes("Popular")>>had tons of friends<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Smart")>>did well in school without trying<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Funny")>>tended to be the class clown<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Awkward")>>wasn't too sure of myself<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Confident")>>knew exactly who I was<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Loose")>>was comfortable with my body<</if>>, <<if $CC.traits.includes("Quirky")>>was odd, but in a cute way...it's cute, right?<</if>> just seemed to be...me. Nothing I could do about it. Body, behavior, all part and parcel of who I now was -- I had to get used to this whole new [[package|CC013 - FinalForm]]. <<else>> <<quiz noChanging onSubmit="Engine.play(passage())" submitIf="$CC.traits.length gt 0">> My top personality trait: <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom _potential change="$CC.traits.pushUnique(this)" checked="$CC.traits.includes(this)">> <</quiz>> <</if>> <<else>> These changes were new, deeply interesting, but also scary. And guys found them //very// interesting. <br><br> And at the time, I couldn't quite pin down what it was that drew them to me -- hell, they probably couldn't either. My brain didn't care about the 'why,' just that it ''was''. <br><br> But as I've calmed down and the newness wore off, I've come to learn that it always seemed centered on specific...''ahem''...aspects. <<finalFormQuiz _traits>> Top trait putting me in the spotlight: <br><br> <</finalFormQuiz>> <br> <</if>> <div class="choice-button-container"> <<button "Next" "CC013 - FinalForm">> <</button>> </div>
<<set _traitsConversionMap = { "Fantastic Tits": "tits", "Amazing Ass": "ass", "Striking Eyes": "eyes", "Perfect Smile": "smile", "Actor-level Bone Structure": "face", "Modelesque Legs": "legs", "An Ineffable Charm": "charm", "Smoky Voice": "voice", "Easy, Unwavering Fitness": "fit" }>> <<for _key, _value range _traitsConversionMap>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes(_key)>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.delete(_key)>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push(_value)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<if $CC.traits.includesAny("Awkward", "Quirky")>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Smart")>><<Stats Learning ++>><<Stats Sophisticated ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Funny")>><<Stats Performance ++>><<Stats Social ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Confident")>><<Stats Social ++>><<Stats Stable ++>><<Stats Suggestible -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Popular")>><<Stats Social ++>><<Stats Stable ++>><<Stats Risky -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Loose")>><<Stats Easy ++>><<Stats Risky ++>><</if>> <<set _fert = {}>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["Guys hated condoms. So, the safest option? Birth control."] = false>> <<set _fert["Why was the risk just mine? Guys should carry condoms."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["My mom insisted on birth control."] = false>> <<set _fert["Side effects of birth control frightened me. Condoms are fine."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["I didn't trust myself: birth control"] = false>> <<set _fert["Condoms were just as risky, they'd be fine."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _fert["I knew I'd have sex, so I needed to get on something."] = false>> <<set _fert["I'd worry about it later when I was having sex."] = true>> <<else>> <<set _fert["Taking birth control is what most girls did. Made sense to me."] = false>> <<set _fert["And kill my libido? No. No BC here."] = true>> <</if>> That was the outside me... <br><br> <<linkreplace "Inside me, though? Shit." t8n>><<scrollIntoView>>Pregnancy was now my next big concern to handle. I didn't want that happening anytime soon. Or ever. <br><br> <<listbox "$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")>> <<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 $Body.fertile == false>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Birth Control Pamphlets <<image framed "passage/CC013-BirthControl.png">>*/ It seemed like every other girl was talking about her birth control. Did it hurt getting an IUD, reminding each other to take their pills, how easy it made their dating lives -- and how much better it was without 'making out through saran wrap'. Even I noticed how great their skin looked now. <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$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> <<extraPiercings>> <br><br> <<hint>> <<set _subscribestarURL = "https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow">> <<set _patreonURL = "https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow">> More visuals and interactivity coming soon. Your support helps us expand the story with more quality updates -- faster! <br><br> Support us on <a @href="_subscribestarURL" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a> or <a @href="_patreonURL" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <</hint>> <br> <<tattoos>> Most choices, I felt, had some sort of expectation, but what I wore underneath <<linkexpand "was //entirely// up to me.">> was //entirely// up to me. <br><br><br> <<set $Body.braless = false>> <<run { _titsQuiz = []; const bralessHint = 'You lack confidence or are not daring to not wear a bra!'; const canGoBraless = $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0 || $Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits'); switch ($Body.tits) { case 'small': _titsQuiz = [{ label: '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++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')" }]; break; case 'extralarge': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'My big girls needed support.', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy. And practical.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++", }, { label: "I would never restrain them, even my big girls.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'large': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'Without support, they woulda bounced a lot.', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy. And practical.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++;", }, { label: "I would never restrain them, even my with how much they'd bounce.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'huge': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'My large chest? Had to rein them in.', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy. And practical.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++", }, { label: "I would never restrain them. Even gazongas", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'medium': default: _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'I keep the jiggle and nipping to a minimum', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", }, { label: "I like to show the nippage.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; } }>> <<quiz singleChoice autoselect>> //How do you treat your breasts?// <br><br> <<choicesFrom _titsQuiz>> <</quiz>> <br><br> <<quiz singleChoice autoselect>> //What's your downstairs style?// <br><br> <<choicesFrom _undiesQuiz checkFirst change="$Body.undies = this; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')">> <</quiz>> <br><br> And underneath, on the flower patch <<linkreplace "between my legs." t8n>> between my legs... <br><br> Society 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>>
/* Check if the peircing styles have values for the indicated piercings, We check length because they could be equal to "" if the user had the option to piercing them but did not do so */ <<set _hasNoseOrTonguePierced = ($Body.piercingStyle['septum'].length + $Body.piercingStyle['nose'].length + $Body.piercingStyle['tongue'].length) > 0 >> <<if $Body.piercings.includesAny("Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Right Nipple", "Left Nipple") || _hasNoseOrTonguePierced>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <</if>> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<elseif _arrOfTats.length === 1>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <</if>> <<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 $CC.mom == 1>> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change, but I felt so much more empty than everyone around me. <br><br> Why did I <<linkexpand "feel...">> feel the way I did? <br><br><br> Mom was in her room, <<linkexpand "packing?">> <<face angry>> packing. //Again//. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/packing.png">> I tried to surprise her, give her a little shake-up. Her back was to the open doorway, like always, and I was //silent//. I don't think I had ever been more careful not even to slip out of the house or especially not even for a <<linkexpand "midnight snack">> <<face shock>> midnight snack. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I only have a few minutes."<</speech>> Her preternatural senses made me wonder if I had actually gotten away with __any__ of my sneaking. I hadn't even crested the door frame. Maybe it was my footfalls or my jaw clicked as I began to speak. Either way she spoke first, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"everything okay?"<</speech>> She turned slowly, a kind and understanding look on her <<linkexpand "face">> <<face hurt1 runny>> face. <br><br><br> Tears welled up in my eyes. How could she be so calm, so considerate right ''now''? This isn't <<linkexpand "what I wanted">> <<face angry>> what I wanted. <br> <<speechPC>>"Where are you fucking going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I told you--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//Business// trip--''bull''. __shit__."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Manila's primary array--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//You//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Yes, me--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"The Philippines aren't part of the US--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"They can still appreciate our help--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're no Telecom expert."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Because I'm a woman?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You can't even fix the WiFi //here//--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"That's different--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Why is it always //other// countries?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"That's my job."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What about that guy, your boss?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Nate?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. //Nate//. He's qualified, I'm sure--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"And I'm not?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I have my doubts."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Don't be sexist, <<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> <<linkexpand "Sexist?">> <<face hurt1>> <<speechPC>>"Sexist..."<</speechPC>> I stared at her, incredulous. Was that really what I was implying? No. <<speechPC>>"I just want you to stay."<</speechPC>> Now it was her turn to stop. <br><br> A beat. <br><br> Then she shook her head. Her shoulders imperceptibly lifted and fell. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I wish I could. You have no idea how important this is. I ''have'' to go--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then //go// ''fuck'' yourself."<</speechPC>> <<linkexpand "fuck yourself">> <<face angry runny>> <br> 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 + ".png"`>>"Come here."<</speech>> I shook my head defiantly, tears returning. I took a step back fending her off with one arm to keep her away from me. <<speechPC>>"You're leaving? Then just...__//''leave''//__."<</speechPC>> The bottle burst. <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, but I felt so much more at a loss than everyone around me. <br><br> Why was I the way I was? Why did I look like I did? More like Mom or Dad? <<if $CC.adoptive !== "grandparents">>Or my grandparents?<</if>> There was this giant hole and my <<linkexpand "psychic distress">> psychic distress was immense. <<speechPC>>"Mom, what was Elle like?"<</speechPC>> I wished I didn't have to ask her. I could see the walls rising with the question. But I didn't have another choice. <br><br> She became so rigid. There was worry, uncertainty, and...fear? in her <<linkexpand "eyes">> tone. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"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 `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Well, you...do. What, um, exactly do you want to know?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Everything? I don't know. What //can// you tell me about her? What, like, sticks out in your mind?"<</speechPC>> <br> She laughed and shook her <<linkexpand "head">> <<face hurt1>> head. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Honestly? I only met her once. But...you remind me of her."<</speech>> Tears welled up in my eyes, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh, honey, come now--"<</speech>> I shook my head, staving her off with an outstretched hand. <<speechPC>>"Why isn't she here now? Why don't I get to know her?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She shuddered a little bit, her own emotions struggling to remain contained, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"She's a difficult woman--not that you're difficult--you ''are'', but--"<</speech>> <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snapped">> <<face angry runny>> snapped: <<speechPC>>"Oh //fuck// you."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"<<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> /* IMAGE (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, but I felt so much more at a loss than everyone around me. <br><br> Why was I the way I was? Why did I look like I did? More like Mom or Dad? <<if $CC.adoptive !== "grandparents">>Or my grandparents?<</if>> There was this giant hole and my <<linkexpand "psychic distress">> psychic distress was immense. <<speechPC>>"Dad, what was Elle like?"<</speechPC>> I certainly wasn't going to ask Mom. He became so rigid. There was worry, uncertainty, and...fear? in his <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<linkexpand "eyes">> eyes. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Uh, w-what?"<</speech>> I'd never seen him like this. He'd //never// show fear. <<speechPC>>"I just...feel like I have a right to know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"About...her."<</speech>> Not a question. He'd gotten real still. <<speechPC>>"And...everything? I don't know. What //can// you tell me about her? What, like, sticks out in your mind?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his <<linkexpand "head">> <<face hurt1>> head. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Honestly? You remind me a lot of her."<</speech>> Anger broiled behind his eyes, was //she// the reason why he treated me this way? I wanted more. I knew better than to challenge him when he was like this. It was too dangerous. I got my answer: I'd never know. <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snapped">> <<face angry runny>> snapped: <<speechPC>>"Oh //fuck// you."<</speechPC>> Silence. The worst, scariest type of response. <br><br> /* IMAGE: Door slam (GIF?)*/ I stormed off and <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> That hurt too much, I wasn't going to try again, so my brain tried to tease what answers I could from our interaction. <br><br> Was there pain in his eyes? Recognition? Whatever it was, it wasn't what I was looking for. <<linkexpand "Who I was looking for">> Who I was looking for. <br><br> Lucky for me, I had ways to avoid this kind of crap on [[most days|CC008 - TownLife]]. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> <<linkexpand "eyes">> eyes. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Uh, w-what?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Look. I just...feel like I have a right to know."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$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 "$CC.DName">>"Honestly? You remind me a lot of her."<</speech>> Tears welled up in my eyes, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Oh, honey, come now--"<</speech>> I shook my head, staving him off with an outstretched hand. <<speechPC>>"Why isn't she here now? Why don't I get to know her?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shuddered a little bit, 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>>. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</if>>
<<if $CC.freetime == "barn">> There wasn't much to where we disappeared to -- what you did out there was more of what you made of it than anything else. The barns and fields we ran through simply served as places to go that weren't home. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "home">> I didn't need something else to keep me occupied. I didn't //want// it. Home was comfortable and known. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "vandal">> I had a close-knit group of friends and we made our own excitement. The town was our plaything. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "helper">> Community was everything to me and as soon as I could become a part of it, I made sure that I contributed. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "church">> Religion was a serious part of my life. It brought me comfort and community, guideposts for the life I wanted to live. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "partier">> I just wanted to have a good time! If there was something happening, people going out...I wanted to be there and enjoying myself too. You only live once! <<elseif $CC.freetime == "gang">> For all my friendships and family, I needed something stronger. I truly found my place with a gang. It was necessary structure and a sense of protection I didn't get elsewhere. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "volunteer">> Whether it was to make my college applications look better, get a few brownie points, or simply to be the best person I could be...I volunteered. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "sporty">> Camraderie and competition were the cornerstones of my youth. Any chance to get out there and try to win? I was there. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "beach">> I loved the sun and the sea. A tan felt like armor. The beach felt like home. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "club">> Living in the center of it all, it felt like a missed opportunity to //not// make use of all the clubs and hot spots around us. Even if we had to lie and fake our way in. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "tailgate">> Sports culture was everything to me. It was a community of like-minded people and we all wanted our team to take home the championship. <<elseif $CC.freetime == "outdoors">> Nothing felt more 'right' than just...getting away. The more green, the more calm I was. The less concrete and the more dirt, the more I felt at home. <</if>> <p> Kept me occupied and //relatively// out of trouble. Right? </p> <p> Because otherwise, most of my time was spent at [[school|CC015 - Clique]]. </p>
<<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0>><<run $CC.traits.push("Tats")>><</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.length gt 0>><<run $CC.traits.push("Pierced")>><</if>> <<set _reactionOptions = {}>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Mean girls walking the hall <<image framed "passage/CC015-Clique-MeanGirls.png">> */ 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 $CC.name>> that I'd be. And while genetics defined a lot of immutables, there were certain things I had //some// control over and being a woman, I had access to a [[hair salon|Hair Salon]] to really control exactly what I looked like to other people. <br><br> It felt like, all of a sudden one day, I became me. Showing up to school exactly like <div id = "myself"> <<link "this">><<replace #myself>> <<face happy>> this. And here, as ''me'', I really felt understood. In a way that Mom and Dad could never. <br><br><br> And there, I came to be known as... <br><br> <div id="clique"> <<crossroads #clique>> <<path Array("active", "people", "power").includes($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 how men were." : 0 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["And I gave them the finger. I'm no object."] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It made be feel excited, not vulnerable."] = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It made me feel wanted."] = 2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It was a compliment."] = 1>> <</if>> <<set _Reaction = { "Ignored what I could, but I liked a bit." : 0 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lte 0>> <<set _Reaction["Freeze. Kinda felt like a deer."] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Stop and smile. I'm not going to offend them."] = +1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["I just continued walking."] = -2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["What's wrong with giving out my number?"] = +3>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Teasing was certainly fun."] = +2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Chat them up. Always nice to hear compliments."] = +1>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother is "young">> <<set _Reaction["I acted the way my mom did: eager for their attention."] = +3>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed) : Multiple male eyes <<image framed "passage/CC016-MaleEyes.png">> */ Life was opening up, which was fantastic. There was more trust, more freedom, more flexibility to be who I was. <br><br> But that also meant not being cloistered away with adults shielding me from other adults. And the attention I was getting clearly wasn't limited to my class -- Upper Classmen were far more aggressive and blatant. Wasn't limited to my school, and certainly wasn't limited to any age-group. It became a regular occurrence, noticing a leer from creeps and weirdos. <br><br> Getting older just meant all of them, young and old, knew them or didn't, behaved more brazenly. <br><br> It was about that time that I really began to understood the comments about women being 'objectified' and what it truly was to be a vulnerable woman. I had context, <<hover>><<listbox "$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 framed "passage/CC017-GarageHangout.png">> <<if $CC.FFsex == "F">><<set $CC.FName = $CC.FFName>><<set $CC.friend1 = "Jacob">><<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>><</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>>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', title: 'Clay, from my music label.', caption: 'Clay, from my music label.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a rebel"}, 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.': { name: 'Derek', title: 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.', caption: 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a popular"}, 'Mark, my principal.': { name: 'Mark', title: 'Mark, my principal.', caption: 'Mark, my principal.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be excited by power"}, 'Warren, Varsity QB.': { name: 'Warren', title: 'Warren, Varsity QB.', caption: 'Warren, Varsity QB.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a Cheerleader"}, 'Larry, my foster Dad.': { name: 'Larry', title: 'Larry, my foster Dad.', caption: 'Larry, my foster Dad.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be adopted"}, 'My step-dad, Arvin.': { name: 'Arvin', title: 'My step-dad, Arvin.', caption: 'My step-dad, Arvin.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must not have a dad"}, 'Tom, my uncle.': { name: 'Uncle Tom', title: 'Tom, my uncle.', caption: 'Tom, my uncle.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must not have a mom"}, 'Ava, my nemesis.': { name: 'Ava', title: 'Ava, my nemesis.', caption: 'Ava, my nemesis.', gender: 'F', hint: "Must like girls"}, 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.': { name: 'Marco', title: 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.', caption: 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must like men approaching her"}, 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.': { name: 'Seth', title: 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.', caption: 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be suggestible"}, 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.': { name: 'Wes', title: 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.', caption: 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be easy"}, }>> /* Must add options with variables individually */ <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.DName + ', my Dad'] = { name: $CC.DName, title: $CC.DName + ', my Dad', caption: $CC.DName + ', my Dad', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be hurt" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"] = { name: $CC.FName, title: $CC.FName + ', my best friend', caption: $CC.FName + ', my best friend', gender: 'F', hint: "BFF is Female and must like girls" }>> <<set _allSexOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"] = { name: "Ronnie", title: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend", caption: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend", gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must want male attention" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."] = { name: "Tyler", title: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler.", caption: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler.", gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be Risky" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian."] = { name: "Brian", title: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian.", caption: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian.", gender: 'M' , hint: "Must be 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.']>> <<case "home">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.'] = _allSexOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.']>> <<case "partier">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Some Rando at a party.'] = _allSexOptions['Some Rando at a party.']>> <<case "sporty">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.'] = _allSexOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.']>> <<case "church">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.'] = _allSexOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.']>> <<case "beach">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.'] = _allSexOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.']>> <<case "gang">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Amari, gang leader.'] = _allSexOptions['Amari, gang leader.']>> <<case "vandal">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.'] = _allSexOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.']>> <<case "club">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.'] = _allSexOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.']>> <<default>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.freetime>> <<case "home">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.'] = _allSexOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.']>> <<case "partier">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Some Rando at a party.'] = _allSexOptions['Some Rando at a party.']>> <<case "sporty">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.'] = _allSexOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.']>> <<case "church">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.'] = _allSexOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.']>> <<case "beach">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.'] = _allSexOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.']>> <<case "gang">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Amari, gang leader.'] = _allSexOptions['Amari, gang leader.']>> <<case "vandal">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.'] = _allSexOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.']>> <<case "club">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.'] = _allSexOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.']>> <<default>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.clique>> <<case "Sports">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Coach Rod.'] = _allSexOptions['Coach Rod.']>> <<case "Prude">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['John Hull, our Minister.'] =_allSexOptions['John Hull, our Minister.']>> <<case "Nerd">> <<set $HS.firstOptions["Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM"] = _allSexOptions["Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM"]>> <<case "Rebel">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Clay Molder, from my music label.'] = _allSexOptions['Clay Molder, from my music label.']>> <<case "Popular">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Derek, Big Man on Campus.'] = _allSexOptions['Derek, Big Man on Campus.']>> <</switch>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Mark, my principal.'] = _allSexOptions['Mark, my principal.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique is "Alpha" || $CC.hsv is "cheer">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Warren, Varsity QB.'] = _allSexOptions['Warren, Varsity QB.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.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 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['My step-dad, Arvin.'] = _allSexOptions['My step-dad, Arvin.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Tom, my uncle.'] =_allSexOptions['Tom, my uncle.']>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"] = _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"]>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ava, my nemesis.'] = _allSexOptions['Ava, my nemesis.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"] = _allSexOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"]>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Marco, Construction Worker at school.'] = _allSexOptions['Marco, Construction Worker at school.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."] = _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."]>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Seth, my first ever hook-up.'] = _allSexOptions['Seth, my first ever hook-up.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Wes, Popular Upper Classman.'] = _allSexOptions['Wes, Popular Upper Classman.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value 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">> <<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> /* IMAGE (Needed): 'Do you like me? Check yes or no' note passed in class <<image framed "passage/CC018-DoYouLikeMe.png">> */ People asked who I was interested in...sure, there were people I thought were hot, or I was DTF, but it didn't really matter all that much to me. Sex was sex. Dating happened when I felt really comfortable with a person -- which took a lot -- and was usually just a reason to fuck around. <br><br> After that 'important' night, I didn't feel the need to rush anything. <br><br> Eventually, though I understood what true attraction was: a crush on <<linkexpand "Petey.">> Petey. <br><br> Petey was the most important person in my life all of a sudden. Sure, Mom <<if $CC.dad != 2>>and Dad were<<else>> was<</if>> my foundation, but there was something about Petey that said to me that my life would crumble without them. It was a //need//. <br><br> It was exciting to get to know someone else, learn their idiosyncrasies and experience someone in a different way from family and friends. There was a compulsion to spend more time with Petey, eking out every possible moment like it was a drug. Because, in a way, it was. <br><br> There was something massively addicting about them, and something -- right around my lower abdomen -- that was driving that need. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/room.png">> <<face ahego>> Mom was out. <br><br> The house was quiet. <<speechPC>>"Hey!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, being pushed back onto the couch. <<speech "Petey">>"What?"<</speech>> Petey smiled, crawling up beside me. <br><br> This had been planned for days. <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>Mom was hard to avoid, so when these opportunities happened, I gobbled them up.<<else>>Mom was gone a lot, and that meant a ton of opportunities like this.<</if>> Knowing that no one was around meant that we had the house to ourselves. We both knew what that meant even though neither of us were willing to voice it. It was that time in life when verbalizing 'sex' and the things around it were immensely scary. I wanted it. Petey wanted it. But saying it out loud made it too real because it was //scary// and new, and often it would make someone -- or both of us -- balk. And then there'd be no fun. <br><br> No one wanted that. <br><br> Our mouths met, tentatively. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each 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.">> <<pullBra>> <<upper>> Off. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as his hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into his ear as his fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. I wanted more of it. <br><br> I could feel how hard he was. He was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting his arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> Fine. /* IMAGE (Needed): An erection in a pair of jeans <<image framed "passage/CC018-ErectionInJeans.png">> */ <br><br> I worked him free from his pants. Oh, that's nice too. His fingers stopped within me and he mimicked one of my gasps. It was hard, but soft. It was hot with blood. It was throbbing with his heartbeat and need. It felt so big. <br><br> This was supposed to fit inside me? I looked down at it, staring and grinning as I watched it drool for me, because of me. My hand pumped. I didn't know what I was doing, but he was thrusting against my palm and it helped me figure out what he liked. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A pink monster, smilng, drooling -- hint of phallus -- demonstrating the 'otherness' to getting acquianted with male genitalia for the first time. <<image framed "passage/CC018-PinkMonster.png">> */ I squirmed my hips, trying to remind him of my need. <br><br> He bit at my earlobe, he tweaked one of my nipples. He jabbed his fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, 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 "Petey">>"Heyy..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Just...the tip."<</speech>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had we? 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 "Petey">>"Really?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> He sighed, his cock twitching out of his slacks. <<speech "Petey">>"Soon?"<</speech>> I nodded again, giving him some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, he was <<linkexpand "jizzing">> <<face shock>>jizzing into my hand and I learned how awkward it was to clean ''that'' up. That kept him sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif Array("Coach Vovk", "Carlos", "Barkewitcz", "DJ Eros", "Rod", "Hull", "Mark", $CC.DName, "Larry", "Arvin", "Uncle Tom", "Ava", "Marco", "Tyler").includes($HS.firstRelationship.name)>> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "secret">> <<set $HS.sigOther = { name: "Petey", gender: "M" }>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Easy += 2>> <<Stats Social -->> In my case, while <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was important to me...shit, I'm crying... <br><br><br> Sorry. <br><br><br> There was no way that I could date //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 were doing their own thing, covering up our impossible relationship with their own faux-dating. There was an unspoken agreement. <br><br> <<if Array("Arvin", $CCDName).includes($HS.firstRelationship.name)>> Even with an agreement, my blood boiled seeing Arvin with Mom. I wanted to scream at them, //"Don't you see? Don't you understand? I'm right here! I'm the one you want! I'm the one you need!"// But I couldn't. <br><br> Watching them touch. Watching them //kiss//. Knowing what they did behind closed doors (on occasion, at most). Still, it felt like a betrayal to me. <br><br> I was far worse at dealing with the arrangement than they were. I was a mess. I cried a lot. I was jealous and angry and sad and lonely. I felt like I was being punished for loving them. It was awful. <<else>> Even with our agreement, it sucked to see them with someone else. Or receiving a text about the 'other' people in their life. I just had to quash all those invasive thoughts and try and find solace in the memories from the last time we were together. <br><br> //And ''then''//...most of the time when we were in public, I got treated like a 'friend'. I couldn't look at them the same way. I couldn't try and touch them. It felt like I was lying to my heart. <br><br> I only imagine it was just as hard for them. But we had to keep our shit together. Pretending and being strong was the only way we could keep ''us'' alive. <</if>> <br><br> 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. Petey was my first 'crush', so in that way...he made sense. He was easy. Even though I think he could tell he wasn't 'the One,' he was more than willing to comfort me. <br><br> Unfortunately, that made for some...awkward moments. It was hard to balance the real thing behind closed doors with the fake thing with Petey: <<image framed "passage/room.png">> <<face ahego>> Mom was out. <br><br> The house was quiet. <<speechPC>>"Hey!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, being pushed back onto the couch. <<speech "Petey">>"What?"<</speech>> He smiled, crawling up beside me. <br><br> He had been planning this for //days//. <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>Mom was hard to avoid, so when I couldn't lie about the opportunity, he gobbled them up.<<else>>Mom was gone a lot, and that meant a ton of opportunities like this. Petey knew and I couldn't brush him off all the time<</if>> Knowing that no one was around meant that we had the house to ourselves. We both knew what that meant even though he didn't know I'd prefer someone else. <br><br> It was that time when hormones and social pressure blinded us. He wanted it. I was horny and had to keep up appearances <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> understood. I was sure of it. <br><br> Petey clawed me towards him on the couch, pressing his face to mine and tentatively probing my mouth. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each 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>> <<pullBra>> Off. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as his hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into his ear as his fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. With him? Shit. Yeah, kinda...I wanted ''more''. <br><br> I could feel how hard he was. He was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting his arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): An erection in a pair of jeans <<image framed "passage/CC018-ErectionInJeans.png">> */ Fine. <br><br> I worked him free from his pants. Oh, that's nice too. His fingers stopped within me and he mimicked one of my gasps. It was hard, but soft. It was hot with blood. It was throbbing with his heartbeat and need. It felt so big. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A pink monster, smilng, drooling -- hint of phallus -- demonstrating the 'otherness' to getting acquianted with male genitalia for the first time. <<image framed "passage/CC018-PinkMonster.png">> */ This was supposed to fit inside me? I looked down at it, staring and grinning back up at me...it drooled 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 "Petey">>"Heyy..."<</speech>> Shit, he was trying to take it further. I was horny, but not //that// horny. <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Just...the tip."<</speech>> Oh ''fuck'' no. I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had we? 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>> Not ever. <<speech "Petey">>"Really?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> He sighed, his cock twitching out of his slacks. <<speech "Petey">>"Soon?"<</speech>> I nodded again, giving him some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, he was <<linkexpand "jizzing">> <<face shock>>jizzing into my hand and I learned how awkward it was to clean ''that'' up. That kept him sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $HS.sigOther = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was the most important person in my life. Sure, Mom <<if $CC.dad != 2>>and Dad were<<else>> was<</if>> my foundation, but there was something about <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> that said to me that my life would crumble without them. It was a //need//. <br><br> It was exciting to get to know someone else, learn their idiosyncrasies and experience someone in a different way from family and friends. There was a compulsion to spend more time with <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>, eking out every possible moment like it was a drug. Because, in a way, it was. <br><br> There was something massively addicting about them, and something -- right around my lower abdomen -- that was driving that need. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/room.png">> <<face ahego>> Mom was out. <br><br> The house was quiet. <<speechPC>>"Hey!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, being pushed back onto the couch. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"What?"<</speech>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> smiled, crawling up beside me. <br><br> This had been planned for days. <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>Mom was hard to avoid, so when these opportunities happened, I gobbled them up.<<else>>Mom was gone a lot, and that meant a ton of opportunities like this.<</if>> Knowing that no one was around meant that we had the house to ourselves. We both knew what that meant even though neither of us were willing to voice it. It was that time in life when verbalizing 'sex' and the things around it were immensely scary. I wanted it. <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> wanted it. But saying it out loud made it too real because it was //scary// and new, and often it would make someone -- or both of us -- balk. And then there'd be no fun. <br><br> No one wanted that. <br><br> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">> Our mouths met, tentatively. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each 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.">> <<pullBra>> <<upper>> Off. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as his hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into his ear as his fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. I wanted more of it. <br><br> I could feel how hard he was. He was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting his arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> Fine. /* IMAGE (Needed): An erection in a pair of jeans <<image framed "passage/CC018-ErectionInJeans.png">> */ <br><br> I worked him free from his pants. Oh, that's nice too. His fingers stopped within me and he mimicked one of my gasps. It was hard, but soft. It was hot with blood. It was throbbing with his heartbeat and need. It felt so big. <br><br> This was supposed to fit inside me? I looked down at it, staring and grinning as I watched it drool for me, because of me. My hand pumped. I didn't know what I was doing, but he was thrusting against my palm and it helped me figure out what he liked. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A pink monster, smilng, drooling -- hint of phallus -- demonstrating the 'otherness' to getting acquianted with male genitalia for the first time. <<image framed "passage/CC018-PinkMonster.png">> */ I squirmed my hips, trying to remind him of my need. <br><br> He bit at my earlobe, he tweaked one of my nipples. He jabbed his fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, 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 "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Just...the tip."<</speech>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had we? He was pushing his hips forward, trying to get it there while we were talking about it. <br><br> I got up, pushing myself away from him and the couch. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Really?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> He sighed, his cock twitching out of his slacks. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Soon?"<</speech>> I nodded again, giving him some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, he was <<linkexpand "jizzing">> <<face shock>>jizzing into my hand and I learned how awkward it was to clean ''that'' up. That kept him sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Our mouths met, tentatively. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each 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>> <<pullBra>> Off. I returned the favor. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as her hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<liftUpDress>> <<askewPanties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into her ear as her fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. I wanted more of it. <br><br> I could feel how hot she was. She was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting her sopping arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> Fine. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A wet pair of panties, worn, showing dampness <<image framed "passage/CC018-WetPanties.png">> */ My hand met the same place between her legs, interposing itself between her and my thigh. I sunk in. Velvety. Soft. //Different// from me. ''Oh'', that's nice too. Her fingers stopped within me and she mimicked one of my gasps. It was like so many solo moments before, but exploring a new cavern, a new space. <br><br> My hand pumped. I did what I liked. She squirmed. Ah, my hand was the other angle. I tried again. I was working against and within her. I heard her grunting frustrated into my ear. <br><br> I squirmed my hips, trying to remind her of //my// need. <br><br> She bit at my earlobe, she tweaked one of my nipples. She jabbed her fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, 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 <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I frowned, looking down at her and holding her by her chin. Her wetness threatened to make my hold slip too easily. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Heyy..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Just...a taste."<</speech>> <br><br> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had we? She was pushing trying to free her face from my hand, trying to go down on me while we were talking about it. <br><br> I got up, pushing myself away from her and the couch. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Really?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> She sighed, her thighs splayed delectably as if to tease me back to her. <<speech "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Soon?"<</speech>> <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>> <</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)... /* IMAGE (Needed): Woman in the throws of extasy from cumming <<image framed "passage/CC018-Orgasm.png">> */ and then I'd discovered the offerings of my body. And with someone ''else'''s body it was even better. A whole new world opened for me. <br><br> <div id="dating"> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $HS.sigOther.name>> 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 <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>, so I had a kind of shield. To many people I was with <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>, who I treated flippantly. <br><br> For <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, I was a different person... <<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>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Couple holding hands, looking lovingly at each other <<image framed "passage/CC018-CoupleHoldingHands.png">> */ <<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.firstRelationship.name>> was my soulmate. <br><br> Having them as my rock was incredibly important because so much else had become //so// [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <<path>> I was too young to be tied down. <<contents>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Woman dancing freely at a party, carefree <<image framed "passage/CC018-CarefreeDancing.png">> */ <<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 just wasn't the only one they loved. <<contents>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Walking in on two people in bed. <<image framed "passage/CC018-Cheating.png>> */ <<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.firstRelationship.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>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A piece of paper with people's names, each with a number of hearts drawn beside them -- a 'crush' list. <<image framed "passage/CC018-CrushList.png">> */ <<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.firstRelationship.name>> would roll up to my door and we'd start things off with a bang again. <br><br> Even if they weren't really, //really// my <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, they were still a rock in my life. <br><br> But thankfully we were both aligned and not put too much weight on anything between us because so much else had become //so// [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit default>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 0>> <<if $CC.hsv>> <<set _hsvPassage = "CC020 - " + $CC.hsv.toUpperFirst()>> <<include _hsvPassage>> <<else>> <<include "CC025 - ModelOpp">> <</if>>
<<set $CC.barnTime = 5>> <<image framed "passage/cc.barn.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.barn.png">> An advantage to being out in the boonies is certainly the space. There's room for anything and distance to make sure it's private. The vacant spots around town had developed their own hierarchy. A perennial fave was the 'Corn Maze' -- but only when it wasn't Fall; so the cool place to be was Tanner's, or if you were in the inner-most circle: Coppice-chella. <br><br> But whether or not you were on the in, there was always some fallow field or rickety barn to co-opt with your friends. <br><br> <div id="options"> <<crossroads #options>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> I was more than content to ''chill'' with my friends, occasionally tipping a few with them. <<blocked>> $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]]. <<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>
<<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 lacksadaisical...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. <<speechPC>>"Hey Chet."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chet">>Mhmm.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So.."<</speechPC>> I looked around performatively, <<speechPC>>"Seems like I might be the last one for a bit, you might have some...free time."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chet">>Mhmm.<</speech>> He didn't budge, eyes flicking down to his list. Back to me. <br><br> I made the offer clearer, one hand nudging the dress up my thighs provocatively while my other hand gave a little tug to the zipper, <<speechPC>>"So...do you have some time?"<</speechPC>> He shrugged, <<speech "Chet">>Mhmm.<</speech>> He slid off his post and motioned for me to assume the <<linkreplace "position.">> <<face angry>> <<cumSpray thighs1>> 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. <<speechPC>>"I can go in, right?"<</speechPC>> His eyes were back on the list. <<speech "Chet">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> 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">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck Chet M "Chet, gatekeeper to Coppice-chella" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkreplace>> <<path>> Or Harry and have an 'accidental encounter.' <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<lower "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans">> <<face happy>> I poked around the lumber aisle wearing a tight pair of my newest jeans. And being female in the mecca of malehood was a balancing act of being available but not //too// available. I spent a couple more hours wandering than I had expected, but then the gruff guy showed up heading to...plumbing. Shit. <br><br> I scampered over and found a perfect spot to be checking something out, bent over, cleavage on display. I looked up with a surprised smile as he rounded the corner, <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey Harry."<</speechPC>> 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. and he was more than happy to oblige with a [[ticket|CC022 - Barn]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Had getting into this party been worth it? I had betrayed them. They could //never// find out.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Fuck.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " would never have done this to me.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck Harry M "Harry, keymaster to Coppice-chella" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <</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>> <<speech>>"Whoah, whoah, whoah. Nuh-uh."<</speech>> A bigger guy moved straight towards me, shaking his head and pointing back the way they had come. <<speech>>"Check in like the rest of us."<</speech>> [[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">><<liftUpDress>><</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">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>, but this big guy was cutting me off in the brush, shaking his head and pointing back down towards the gate, <<speech "Big Guy">>"Nuhuh. Just cuz yer givin' a show doesn't mean you get a show."<</speech>> [[Shit.|CC022 - Barn]] <</if>> <<path>> Or just straight up put my trust in the effort I had made so far and arrive solo, as un-mussed as possible. <<contents>> <<set _fail = either(true, false)>> <<if _fail == true>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> <<face angry>> Slowly picking my way through the brush and unkempt field, I tried to 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, <<speech "Big Guy">>"I think you missed the check-in, little lady."<</speech>> [[Shit.|CC022 - Barn]] <<else>> Slowly picking my way through the brush and unkempt field, I tried to 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. <<speech>>"Welcome to Coppice-chella!"<</speech>> The crowd erupted. I couldn't help but cheer, vibrating in excitement. I pressed forward to the stage, <<speech>>"First up, we've got an up and coming band from not too far away, let's welcome Hot Tub Ska Machine!"<</speech>> <br><br> They were fucking fantastic. I skanked my heart out, despite my dress. Everyone was blissed out, drunk, high, 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 Mom always made because I face-planted the first time I stood up. Funny. <br><br> Maybe the decision was made because of my falls off the 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]].
<<face shock>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Gym-Bars.png">> The release was wrong. I felt it almost before my hands met the final bar. But the uneven bars were inevitability, motion, momentum. <br><br> I hurtled through the air, trying to assess my orientation to my landing. Twist more? Less? Vertically? Horizontally? What way was up anymore? <br><br> It all happened in a second...second and a half. The mat and gravity had a way of just insisting themselves on <<linkexpand "me.">> me. <<face hurt1>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Gym-ankles.png">> The gym was quiet. That's how I knew I hadn't made a sound. <br><br> I was still, my animal instinct keeping me from moving. Something was wrong. <br><br> People were around me, rushing beside me. Hands were on my legs. So, it was my legs. Of course it would be. <<speech "Trainer">>"Don't move, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> No shit. <br><br> I just gave a teeth-gritted nod. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I'm here. Are you okay? Is she okay?"<</speech>> There was a 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 `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I haven't felt that kind of fear in a long time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But there were mats--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Mats won't save your neck."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We have a //trainer//!"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I just didn't want to watch something bad happen to you. I felt powerless."<</speech>> I got the point. The room was quiet for a moment. I considered my ankle, swelling purple and black. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I'm glad that nothing actually bad happened to you. I'm glad I was there. I just...don't want there to be another time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When you aren't there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"When something actually happens to you."<</speech>> Was she right? Was it too dangerous? Especially if I wasn't trying to be All-American... <div id="quit"> <<crossroads #quit>> <<path>> Yeah, gym-me was old-me. I had other, less dangerous interests now. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, guess I'm not an invicible kid anymore."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"No you're not."<</speech>> We talked the rest of the evening away about how babies and toddlers seemed to be indestructible. Just bounce right off the ground. <br><br> While we discussed the invulnerability that was behind us both, I tried to decide what I preferred to spend my time on now that might be a tad less dangerous. <br><br> <<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 Mom's chagrin. <br><br> She didn't know gymnasts the way I did. <br><br> It's almost cult-like in its intensity. And then there was our coach: <br><br> 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 framed "passage/CC022-Gym_lift.png">> He clutched me to his broad, muscular body: <<speech "Vovk">>"Not with that thinking, you won't be."<</speech>> It was kind. His thick 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 $HS.firstRelationship = "My first crush, Petey" : { name: 'Petey', title: 'My first crush, Petey', caption: 'My first crush, Petey', gender: 'M'}>>The worst part was, he wouldn't have anything to do with me. Before we even started.<</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
As I mentioned before, when I got into gymnastics it was before it was a ''thing''. It was just something parents sent their kids to. It wasn't in the news. It wasn't interesting. <br><br> And then there was Simone. <br><br> It was weird. It felt like it was planned. But really it was just perfect timing. Livvy, Simone, Suni, Jordan, Jade. They were household names, athletes like the biggest names in other sports. <br><br> And that meant that when kids at school found out I was a gymnast, it gave me a certain kind of mystique. I was //elite//. I was desireable. <br><br> My musculature and build wasn't as much a turn-off as a turn-on. The other girls were gorgeous and their proximity rubbed off on me. <br><br> Guys were <<linkexpand "interested.">> interested. <br><br> My social media presence ticked up. People outside of my school and my circle were watching me, attracted. <br><br> And the guys //in// my school? Interested was far too tame a word for <<linkexpand "it.">> horny. <<outfit towel>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A naked selfie in the bathroom mirror, covering as much as possible <<image framed "passage/NakedSelfie.png" */ <br><br> But it was so new and so sudden... <br><br> <<call>>"Come on..."<</call>> <<call "$CC.name">>"Haven't you seen enough?"<</call>> <<call>>"Don't tease."<</call>> <<call "$CC.name">>"You better not be saving these."<</call>> <<call>>"It's Snap. I can't."<</call>> So I let <<linkexpand "him see.">><<outfit naked>> <br><br> <<call>>"Fuck!"<</call>> 🍆 <<call>>"I thought gymnasts had no tits."<</call>> <<call "$CC.name">>"Don't be gross."<</call>> <<call>>"You're //so// far from gross."<</call>> 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>> <</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 framed "CC024-Gym-nude.png">> <br><br> And putting my legs behind my head? Oh. You can't? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Very flexible girl, legs behind her head. <<image framed "passage/CC024-Flexible.png"*/ Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> 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 $CC.actPath = 0>> <<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" || $CC.adoptive == "grandparents">> First, I had to convince //them// that it wasn't a <<linkexpand "crazy idea.">>crazy idea... <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Honey."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When was the last time I did //anything// crazy?"<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>>//Maybe// a little bit of a lie.<<else>>I wasn't lying, I was a good girl!<</if>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>He simply raised his eyebrows. The hairs raised on the back of my neck, instinctively. She was quiet as well.<<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"This is...pretty..."<</speech>> He turned, seeking support. Mom was silent.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Imagine if I wanted this and we didn't live //here//. I'd hafta leave school, run off to try this. //That// would be crazy."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You really want this?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I ''really'' want this."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lte 0 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Okay."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay?"<</speechPC>> The word squeaked out of my throat in disbelief. No further discussion. Just a couple nods, feet of the chairs scraping slightly against the floor. I had gotten what I wanted. <br><br> Then the ''real'' fear set in: did I really want to take such a huge risk? <<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; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> Dakota Fanning was discovered way younger than I was...I had to ''take a shot''. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"If we could trust you...then maybe."<</speech>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">><<speech "$CC.DName">>"And we don't."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"And if you're being honest with yourself...you know what we mean."<</speech>><</if>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"There are predators out there, honey."<</speech>> <br><br> It felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. <<speechPC>>"And you think you can't trust //me// with them?"<</speechPC>> What did that say about me? <br><br> I begged, I pleaded, I bartered, but when they relented on two conditions: they'd have to accompany me and it would be [[in our community|CC021 - Act]]. I realized I'd gotten all I would be getting. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<if $CC.adoptive == "uncle">>My uncle grunted assent without looking up from the paper.<</if>> <<if $CC.adoptive == "foster">>My foster parents couldn't have cared less.<</if>> No further discussion. Just a couple nods, feet of the chairs scraping slightly against the floor. I had gotten what I wanted. <br><br> Then the ''real'' fear set in: did I really want to take such a huge risk? <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC021 - Act][$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>> It's not like I lived in New York or LA. I'd have to settle for a school or [[community production|CC021 - Act]]. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <br><br> Well...there __were__ agents and managers out here. Not the names you'd see up in credits on a film anytime soon, but maybe they were the only way for me to get [[outta this god-forsaken town|CC021 - Act][$CC.actPath = 1]]? <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set _actingopp = random(1,10)>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY" || $CC.hometown == "LA">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Act-NYstreet.png">> <<else>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Act-LAstreet.png">> <</if>> It was time to pound the pavement. With new headshots in hand and some Anya Taylor-Joy sides, I auditioned. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Agent calls,">> Agents were dispassionate. I'd have sent in my materials by phone. I might receive a curt email telling me to show up and when I did meet them, it seemed as though giving me a smile would have taken their last reserve of energy. It was cold. It was unkind. It was gutting: if I didn't hear from them again, I had been discarded. If I //did//, they had decided that I was enough spaghetti to throw at the wall and see if I stuck. Get them ten-percent. Just a commodity. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "manager calls,">> Managers were salespeople. All grins and handshakes. They wanted to know //all// about me. And they all had opinions: need new headshots, new materials. Lost a few pounds. Change my hair. <br><br> They were self-aggrandizing, name-dropping their previous success stories, all in hopes I'd say yes to them and pay them their fee to let them mold me into whatever they wanted. Their version of me. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "cattle calls.">> Cattle calls were the most depressing of them all. Literally hundreds of girls that looked like me, dressed like me. When I'd hear my audition material being practiced beside me, all I could do was doubt myself and my choices. How would they possibly pick //me// out of this crowd of me's? <</linkexpand>> <br><br> 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>> <<face happy>> My inbox was //flooded// with invitations to audition. Opportunities to perform. Literal ''jobs'' being offered to me! <br><br> I was floored by how easy this was. It felt like more times than not, I received callbacks. And when I didn't, I felt like I was going to! Always nodding and grinning the whole time in the room. They'd find excuses to talk with me later, to find out <<speech>>"Where have //you// come from, <<print $CC.name>>?!"<</speech>> It [[felt goooood|CC022 - Act]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<face happy>> This was ''hard''. <br><br> 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. An art rather than a science. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And then it all //clicked//. <<speechPC>>"Scene."<</speechPC>> I looked up at the casting table. They were silent. <br><br> My headshot was making the rounds: turned over, passed back and forth. A couple of nods and then a smile, <<speech "Casting">>"Good job, <<print $CC.name>>. My assistant will be in touch."<</speech>> <br><br> I had landed [[a small role|CC022 - Act]] on a procedural drama! Dun-dun! <<else>> <<set $CC.actPath = 3>> <<Stats Confident -->> This was ''hard''. <br><br> 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. An art rather than a science. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And I got it wrong a //lot//. Some close calls, some hopeful moments. A truckload of tears... <br><br> I guess I'll never know whether I lacked ability, or looks, but I never seemed to [[get anywhere|CC022 - Act]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<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. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Agent calls,">> Agents were dispassionate. I'd have sent in my materials by phone. I might receive a curt email telling me to show up and when I did meet them, it seemed as though giving me a smile would have taken their last reserve of energy. It was cold. It was unkind. It was gutting: if I didn't hear from them again, I had been discarded. If I //did//, they had decided that I was enough spaghetti to throw at the wall and see if I stuck. Get them ten-percent. Just a commodity. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "manager calls,">> Managers were salespeople. All grins and handshakes. They wanted to know //all// about me. And they all had opinions: need new headshots, new materials. Lost a few pounds. Change my hair. <br><br> They were self-aggrandizing, name-dropping their previous success stories, all in hopes I'd say yes to them and pay them their fee to let them mold me into whatever they wanted. Their version of me. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "cattle calls.">> Cattle calls were the most depressing of them all. Literally hundreds of girls that looked like me, dressed like me. When I'd hear my audition material being practiced beside me, all I could do was doubt myself and my choices. How would they possibly pick //me// out of this crowd of me's? <</linkexpand>> <br><br> Anything and //everything// I could find. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<face happy>> This was ''hard''. <br><br> 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. An art rather than a science. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And then it all //clicked//. <<speechPC>>"Scene."<</speechPC>> I looked up at the casting table. They were silent. <br><br> My headshot was making the rounds: turned over, passed back and forth. A couple of nods and then a smile, <<speech "Casting">>"Good job, <<print $CC.name>>. My assistant will be in touch."<</speech>> <br><br> I had landed [[a small role|CC022 - Act]] on a procedural drama! Dun-dun! <<else>> <<set $CC.actPath = 3>> <<Stats Confident -->> This was ''hard''. <br><br> 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. An art rather than a science. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And I got it wrong a //lot//. Some close calls, some hopeful moments. A truckload of tears... <br><br> I guess I'll never know whether I lacked ability, or looks, but I never seemed to [[get anywhere|CC022 - Act]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A pile of playbooks */ Money exchanged hands every week and I received my hour-long session with Jessup. <br><br> He was a paragon of his time. He had taught leading actors who had worked under people like John Ford. <br><br> Westerns: Not my genre of choice, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Ha. <<speech "Jessup">>"No! What is she //feeeeeling//?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I thought--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jessup">>"Think? No. ''Feel''."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Right. Got it."<</speechPC>> <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. <br><br> After some coachings, I felt [[very exposed|CC022 - Act]]. <<else>> <<outfit juliet>> I found an audition posting for a production of Romeo & Juliet. <br><br> Shakespeare was daunting. But I was comforted by the fact that there would be people trying out who were going to school nearby, or worked at the market. They were just people. Just like me. <br><br> The auditorium smelled a little musty. The air also had a quality of pretension to it, thanks to the overly-loud preparations of the other auditioners. <br><br> Vocal warm-ups. Practicing their monologues. Talking about who they knew and what they had done before. <br><br> I wondered if auditions among A-listers had this kind of self-obsession and entitlement. <br><br> Me? I focused on my sides, the balcony scene. Of //course// it was <<linkexpand " the balcony scene.">>... <<image framed "passage/CC021-Act-Balcony.png">> <<speechPC>>"Tomorrow I will send...A thousand times good night!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Director">>"Nicely done, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> came the commentary from the darkened seats, <<speech "Director">>"Your pentameter could use some work,"<</speech>> he was somewhere in the...back? <<speech "Director">>"but I'd like to see you here on Thursday."<</speech>> Oh. A callback? <<speech "Director">>"for rehearsal."<</speech>> OH! <<speech "Director">>"You'd make a beautiful Juliet."<</speech>> <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]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<if $CC.actPath == 1>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Television filming set */ <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> Being on set was exhilarating. <<speech "Tom">>"Great work today, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I couldn't even string the words thank and you together. I was dumbfounded. That was //Tom//. I'd seen him so many times on screen before. And there he was in real-life. <br><br> And there he went...<<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>Even I had to recognize how great an ass he had.<<else>>My eyes were lingering too long on his ass. Saving that one for later.<</if>> <br><br> It was //crazy// to be alongside such big-name actors and get to know them as just...normal people. They were //so// nice. Whoever said that famous people were pretentious needs to get over themselves. <br><br> That was only a perk of the <<linkexpand "job.">> job. <br><br> It //was// a job. The days were exhausting. The shoots were demanding: hitting my mark, maintaining my eyeline. Delivering my lines. //Remembering// my lines. <br><br> Just a couple of them, but still...that camera really had a way of making everything evaporate from my mind. <br><br> I messed up, but I was new at this and people gave me grace. In return, I made sure to soak it all up and not come off as too overeager. Didn't want to blow any other opportunity that might come my way from this. <<speech "TV Detective">>"Do you recognize this man?"<</speech>> We all nodded, the makeup was mostly dirt and a 'tired' look. <<speech "TV Sidekick">>"This is the man who..."<</speech>> We had been 'trafficked'. <br><br> I broke down into tears, clutching at one of the other girls, huddled on the cold concrete floor. <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> A pointed nod to each other and a sigh. <<speech "TV Detective">>"Don't worry. We'll get him."<</speech>> <<speech "Director">>"Cut. That's a wrap on the girls."<</speech>> That was it. An absolutely insane experience, a good paycheck, and learned some things I never thought mattered. Man, making TV and film is complicated! <br><br> Before I wanted it to be, the day was over and I was back to being a normal girl until I was able to land the next [[gig|CC023 - Act]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> <<face crying runny>> We worked on Shepard. Some scenes from Deadwood, and Tombstone. <br><br> Women were always beaten down, used and abused...and literally beaten. <<speech "Jessup">>"<<print $CC.name>>, I don't believe you."<</speech>> He stared down at me on the floor, looming -- no longer frightening as he reverted to Jessup -- over me. <<speechPC>>"I'm...trying!"<</speechPC>> Incredulous. <<speech "Jessup">>"And I can tell. I need to //not// be able to tell."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I've never been..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jessup">>"Can you //imagine// though?"<</speech>> I paused, considered. I didn't want to even think about it. <<speech "Jessup">>"Check in with yourself right now. What everything you're experiencing right now feels life."<</speech>> I nodded, turning inward and trying to fight through my heightened emotional state. Eyes closed, introspective--then, out of nowhere, he <<linkexpand "kissed me">> kissed me. <<face shock>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> <br><br> His hand was holding me by the jaw, insistent. His unkempt stubble dug at my face. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and felt around. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> The dichotomy set upon me was //intense//. The firm, but very kind acting coach hadall of a sudden become some kind of oversexed predator. Was he going to rape me?! <br><br> I could //smell// him -- unpleasant. <br><br> I could taste him -- gross. <br><br> Beyond it all, I felt supremely ''unsexy'' at that moment. This was my //teacher//, some old guy I'd never give the time of day...or would I? Part of me actually wanted him all of a sudden. <br><br> I relaxed in the grip on my jaw. I almost wanted those fingers to dip lower to my throat... <<else>> I jerked back. Every cell in my body wanted to pull away. Not only did I feel supremely ''unsexy'' at the moment, this was my //teacher//, some old guy that I'd never give the time of day. His fingers tightened at my jaw -- it was so close to my throat, at any moment he could be throttling me. <br><br> I could //smell// him. Taste him. <br><br> The firm, but very kind acting coach had all of a sudden become some kind of oversexed predator. Was I going to get raped?! <</if>> <br><br> He let go. As suddenly as it started, it was over. <<speechPC>>"Jessup!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jessup">>"<<print "$CC.name">>. Now. Now! How's what you're experience feel ''now''?"<</speech>> His eyes were wide, intense. <<speechPC>>"But--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jessup">>"There. What I saw //there//...that's what we need."<</speech>> Oh. I got it. Everything that I had thought I was feeling before? A put on. A show. It wasn't real. It wasn't ''lived in''. It was the //thought// of the experience. It wasn't deep enough. <br><br> Now I knew how far I needed to go to get there. This was frightening work. //Harrowing// if I was really going to go to the places he needed me to go. And his methods...quite unconventional. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Jessup?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jessup">>"Mhmm"<</speech>> He was focused on his script. <<speechPC>>"Could...I bring in something for next time?"<</speechPC>> His eyes lifted from the script, brightened, <<speech "Jessup">>"Of course!"<</speech>> Oh thank //god//. <br><br> From then on I pushed him more towards camerawork. He pushed back and wanted to improve my vocal technique. We implemented some stagecraft like props and blocking, too. 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> No one at school ever cared about my sessions with [[Jessup|CC023 - Act]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 3>> <<face hurt1>> I had put my heart and soul out there and gotten crushed. <br><br> What made it worst was the silence. Was getting your hopes up because of something that happened in the room: the way they looked at your headshot, the look on their face, or something they said. Then...nothing. Not even a no. Not a 'close but no cigar' or 'maybe next time'. Those were all things that you had to keep in //your// head. <br><br> The industry was not going to encourage you. And they certainly did not encourage me. <br><br> Dozens upon dozens of auditions. A smattering of call-backs. Not a single booking. <br><br> I was simply one of the many who tried every day, every year. Tried being the key word. <br><br> I didn't know where to go from here. Dispirited and broken, I had nothing to cling to. No direction forward except to try doing the same thing again and I don't think I could muster the energy. Or...I could just give it up. <br><br> At least I could say that I tried. <br><br> Not that anyone at school [[cared|CC023 - Act]]. <<else>> <<outfit juliet>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<speech "Vance">>"Hey <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah?"<</speechPC>> I looked up from my script. Benvolio was being run through their marks on stage and I was sitting in the darkened auditorium trying to make sure I had my emphasis correct. <<speech "Vance">>"Want to run through lines with me?"<</speech>> Vance was cute. He went to the technical college that for whatever reason was actually putting on Shakespeare. A plumber's son on way to take over his dad's business. He wasn't too impressive except... <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Sorry, I swooned a bit.<<else>>Even I could appreciate a good-looking man when I saw one.<</if>> He was very, very attractive. <br><br> He also had created this excuse pretty much from the beginning of rehearsal: 'run through lines' meant go off somewhere and make out. <br><br> Kissing //as// rehearsal was a kick. Not going to lie. And even if we kept it to what was in the script...It was a ''lot'' of kissing. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "lesbian">> The seat practically banged closed with how fast I got up, disturbing the actual rehearsal on stage, <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> The two of us scampered up into the lighting grid. <br><br> It wasn't comfortable -- metal digging into the spare material of my costume -- but it afforded privacy from anyone who wasn't looking directly up. Most importantly, we could hear (could they hear us?) if we were called so that we could extricate his hand from up under the dress and my tongue from his mouth. <br><br> Upshot of it all: we were very 'in the moment' when we did have to practice on stage: flushed and horny. <<else>> I couldn't offend my scene partner, for risk of ruining our chemistry and the show. He //really// liked me, I could tell. Always grabbing and feeling 'extra' and without consent, always trying to make our stage kisses into actual kisses...but right now, I really wasn't in the mood. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, I'm really working on the monologue from the end."<</speechPC>> Nose back down in my Arden until he got the hint. <br><br> Wordlessly, he departed. Probably glad I wasn't watching his reaction and letting his ego get away scott-free. I'm sure he'd be more forceful later, when I wasn't expecting it, or if I rebuffed him enough times to insist. Ah, the charms of community theatre. <<speech "Milly">>"He bothering you?"<</speech>> The mousey girl in all black dropped her chin onto the back of the seat next to me. <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh. Yeah? But don't worry about it. I can handle myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Milly">>"I know. I can tell."<</speech>> An oblique grin. <<speech "Milly">>"I do know this really great place to hide out...and you can still hear your cues. You'd be with me, as extra backup."<</speech>> Her hazel eyes glittered, though she seemed unable to make eye contact. <br><br> The two of us scampered up into the lighting grid. <br><br> It wasn't comfortable -- metal digging into the spare material of my costume -- but it afforded privacy from anyone who wasn't looking directly up. Most importantly, she was right. She knew the rehearsal schedule and we could hear everything. (could people hear us?) If I was called, she could extricate her hand from up under the dress and my tongue from her mouth. <br><br> Upshot of it all: I was very 'in the moment' when I did have to practice on stage: flushed and horny. <</if>> <br><br> Rehearsals could only last so long. Closing night was closing in...I wondered who would [[show up|CC023 - Act]] to see. <</if>>
<<if $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel += 2>> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].F.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel ++>> <<speech "Ava.png">>"Hello, Hollywood."<</speech>> The derision could not have been greater. <<speech "Crony">>"Oh, wait...she's still here, in //high school//."<</speech>> The script needed better writing. <br><br> I don't know what they were after. Ava's crew definitely noticed me more now, but not for my benefit. <br><br> Other kids kind of looked at me in awe. A couple asked for autographs. It was all very weird. Very awkward. <br><br> There was an edge to teachers. Discomfort at a person of my age reaching for some sort of 'success' while they held down the classrooms...and the disruption that came from my classmates. <br><br> Oh, and our drama teachers wanted me in //every// production. As if I had been born of their program and tutelage. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Not too busy for us today, are ya?"<</speech>> Even The Boys wouldn't let it go. I think they liked being buddies with an 'up-and-comer'. <br><br> I really understood why famous people -- //actually// famous people -- didn't do school the normal way. Or anything the normal way. The compliments and social benefits were far, far fewer than how uncomfortable it was all the time. Everyone felt like they had a right to get a piece of me, of my time, of my attention. God-forbid if I rebuffed them, all they needed to do was post some proof and everything I wanted and had worked for could go up in smoke. <br><br> Really, it was all of them that got the benefits while I had to work in an industry that was not friendly to [[women|CC024 - Act]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> I wasn't becoming famous. I wasn't even in productions. It was like I was taking dance or some other extra-curricular. People couldn't care less. <br><br> I had no reason to bring it up, either with the exception of begging off hanging out with The Boys. Annoyed, but they really didn't mind. Just a few hours a week, like Ethan's drum lessons. <br><br> The only place Jessup's efforts really seemed to make a difference was in drama. <<speech "Kathy">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> She thrust herself up from the creaky, old Director's chair, <<speech "Kathy">>"Incredible! It reminds me of when I was in a production of..."<</speech>> <br><br> Kids rolled their eyes. At her, but also at me for giving her the excuse to launch into another one of her stories. And at me for being 'the best'. I was a shoe-in for leads throughout school and it really chapped everyone's ass that I was little Miss star. No matter if the role was right for me or not. <br><br> I was a drama queen at school and 'getting better' with Jessup. <br><br> It was all fun and games, though. Nothing serious or important...until Jessup texted me out of the blue one day. <<call "Jessup">>"Audition, tomorrow. Interested?"<</call>> He //had// a phone? That he knew how to use?! <<call>>"Uh. //Yes//. Where?"<</call>> Maybe the fun and games might amount to something...Jessup had gotten me in a door...[[somewhere|CC024 - Act]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 3>> <<speech "Ava.png">>"Hello, Hollywood."<</speech>> The derision could not have been greater. I wasn't even getting anywhere! It really burned...maybe that's why she did it. <<speech "Crony">>"Oh, wait...she's still here, in //high school//."<</speech>> The script needed better writing. <br><br> I don't know what they were after. Ava's crew definitely noticed me more now, but not for my benefit. All because of some irresponsible mentions of an upcoming audition, or one of the few callbacks. Self-aggrandizing before it was warranted...I had needed the boost at the time, but now it was all coming to roost in a very socially painful way. <br><br> Some kids asked for autographs. After the first couple were used to make fun of me -- glued to my locker, for example -- I stopped saying yes. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Not too busy for us today, are ya?"<</speech>> Even The Boys wouldn't let it go. I think they liked being buddies with an 'actress'. <br><br> I really understood why famous people -- //actually// famous people -- didn't do school the normal way. Or anything the normal way. <br><br> Really, it was all of them that got the benefits while I was busting my ass for an industry that was not friendly to [[women|CC024 - Act]]. <<else>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> As I bowed, the applause was //raucous//. Had we really been that good? It felt great, but it also felt like I was in a different play from the rest of the cast. The standing ovation couldn't be for me, could it? <br><br> It felt like this was the end of a Broadway performance, not some pissant little technical college production. I felt a flutter in my chest. Proud. <br><br> The curtain dropped and I could barely make my way offstage. Everyone wanted to hug me and ask if I'd be auditioning for the next production. I didn't know what to say. <br><br> And that was just the people I didn't know. Everyone else was waiting for me outside. <<else>> As I bowed there was a smattering of applause. Some people standing that, unfortunately, I recognized them all. Some hoots that sounded too much like The Boys and made me feel more self-conscious than appreciated. I knew it had not been good enough to warrant any of that. <br><br> I felt embarassed. <br><br> The curtain dropped and I rushed offstage. Unfortunately, I couldn't make my way outside before I was ambushed. <</if>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I had no idea."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You //knew// I wanted to see you in costume!"<</speech>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Not bad."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Wow. Just...incredible."<</speech>><</if>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You been hiding this all along?"<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Pretty real makeout sesh's, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speech "Man in Suit">>"Excuse me..."<</speech>> Everyone else kind of shifted away, making room for the stranger in tweed. <<speech "Man in Suit">>"I'll be out of your hair shortly. I just //had// to invite you to my studio tomorrow. We're always looking for new talent."<</speech>> <br><br> Floored. What?! This shit actually happened? <br><br> Everyone around me seemed equally gob-smacked. <<if $CC.mom == 1>>Everyone except Mom.<</if>> I don't remember the conversation, but we exchanged information, I got the address and I was already trying to figure out what I'd prepare for an audition in less than twelve hours. <br><br> The rest of the night was a blur of smiles, hugs and congratulations, but all I could think about was tomorrow and the chance at a [[real opportunity|CC024 - Act]]! <</if>>
The tweed of his jacket was far more worn <<if $CC.actPath == 0>>in the daylight than it had seemed in the dark of the auditorium.<<else>>than I had expected for an 'opportunity.'<</if>> <br><br> His face older and more weathered in the uncomplimentary halogen of his office. <br><br> An office that was older and more worn than anything else about him. <br><br> If he was successful, he was not using any of that money on appearances. If he wasn't... <<speech "Mr. Tweed">>"So glad you came, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> His jacket discarded on the back of his chair. It was a small, unremarkable office with barely enough room for a small desk (with far too many pepers on it), his chair that had been repaired with duct tape, and a small seat for interviews like this one. <<speechPC>>"So--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mr. Tweed">>"Audition is simple. I know the director, he needs a couple of woman with your kind of looks--"<</speech>> Had he said looks and not look? <<speech "Mr. Tweed">>"And he needs them soon. Good pay, credit, get to be on TV..."<</speech>> Each of those incentives came with an unclipping of his belt, the sigh of it releasing, unzipping of his pants and them hitting the floor. <br><br> Oh. The 'casting couch'. <<image framed "passage/CC022-Act-c.couch.png">> <div id="casting"> <<crossroads #casting>> <<path>> I wanted to be on TV. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC += 3>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I didn't say a thing, neither did he. We both knew the stakes and what was expected. His sad little cock, nestled in more hair than he had on his head, was pulsing and ready. I gagged at the thought but pushed down the concern. I //needed// this. <br><br> Dropping to my knees in front of him, I put my hair up with a hair tie, getting ready to do my job. 'Act.' So, I <<linkexpand "got to work">> got to work. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<face happy mussed>> 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 in the future. <br><br> It wasn't for naught, though. It really was a 'day player' on a procedural drama. I literally lost my shit when my role turned into a small //recurring// arc. This business really did work the way people said it did. But it worked for me too. <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>>. My character started as having been trafficked and then was asked to continue, undercover and unearth who was really behind it all. <br><br> It was an absolutely ''insane'' experience, some fantastic paychecks...by the end of it, I barely remembered "Mr. Tweed" or what I had done for it. <br><br> <<if $CC.actPath == 1>> Such was being a girl in this industry. Even having success, sometimes all you had to offer was your body. There were other girls that could fill the role too. There were always men waiting everywhere for the opportunity to find someone hungry and naive. <br><br> And what choice did we have? It was what it was. Sometimes it was above-board, sometimes it was like this. Sometimes there were real opportunities, sometimes they were mirages. Sometimes playing along meant you worked, sometimes it just meant you were manipulated. <br><br> It was either play by those rules or get out. Not like you could change the industry alone. Men ran it and [[men were men|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> I don't blame Jessup. I didn't mention anything to him either. It wasn't his fault. I don't think he knew what it was either. <br><br> Such was being a girl in this industry. There were always men waiting everywhere for the opportunity to find someone hungry and naive. <br><br> And what choice did we have? It was what it was. Sometimes it was above-board, sometimes it was like this. Sometimes there were real opportunities, sometimes they were mirages. Sometimes playing along meant you worked, sometimes it just meant you were manipulated. <br><br> It was either play by those rules or get out. Not like you could change the industry alone. Men ran it and [[men were men|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 3>> Such was being a girl in this industry. There were always men waiting everywhere for the opportunity to find someone hungry and naive. It was becoming clear to me that these were the only opportunities that were going to be afforded to me. Some would pan out, others would not. I wasn't going to break in without getting broken in. <br><br> And what choice did we have? It was what it was. Sometimes it was above-board, sometimes it was like this. Sometimes there were real opportunities, sometimes they were mirages. Sometimes playing along meant you worked, sometimes it just meant you were manipulated. <br><br> It was either play by those rules or get out. Not like you could change the industry alone. Men ran it and [[men were men|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> Such was being a girl in this industry. There were always men, waiting everywhere for the opportunity to find someone hungry and naive. I shouldn't have been surprised. Some random Juliet in a shitty community production...becoming something? Ha. Such an idiot. <br><br> And what choice did we have? It was what it was. Sometimes it was above-board, sometimes it was like this. Sometimes there were real opportunities, sometimes they were mirages. Sometimes playing along meant you worked, sometimes it just meant you were manipulated. <br><br> It was either play by those rules or get out. Not like you could change the industry alone. Men ran it and [[men were men|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I wasn't desperate. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -= 2>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<face shocked>> His sad little cock, nestled in more hair than was on his head, was pulsing hard and ready. I nearly gagged at the idea. <br><br> I was standing before I realized it, <<speech "Mr. Tweed">>"You're making a mistake. You won't work again."<</speech>> It wasn't angry, but it was scolding. He hadn't moved, just leaving his cock presented and expectant. <br><br> I turned to leave, <<speech "Mr. Tweed">>"Your loss. No one will believe you, by the way."<</speech>> He was zipping back up. I had half-expected him to attack me or force me. He just let me leave. It made me wonder how many other girls he had on the docket today...every day. <br><br> <<if $CC.actPath == 1>> Such was being a girl in this industry. Even having success, sometimes all you had to offer was your body. There were other girls that could fill the role too. There were always men waiting everywhere for the opportunity to find someone hungry and naive. <br><br> And what choice did we have? It was what it was. Sometimes it was above-board, sometimes it was like this. Sometimes there were real opportunities, sometimes they were mirages. Sometimes playing along meant you worked, sometimes it just meant you were manipulated. <br><br> It was either play by those rules or get out. Not like you could change the industry alone. Men ran it and [[men were men|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> I don't blame Jessup. I didn't mention anything to him either. It wasn't his fault. I don't think he knew what it was either. <br><br> Such was being a girl in this industry. There were always men waiting everywhere for the opportunity to find someone hungry and naive. <br><br> And what choice did we have? It was what it was. Sometimes it was above-board, sometimes it was like this. Sometimes there were real opportunities, sometimes they were mirages. Sometimes playing along meant you worked, sometimes it just meant you were manipulated. <br><br> It was either play by those rules or get out. Not like you could change the industry alone. Men ran it and [[men were men|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 3>> Such was being a girl in this industry. There were always men waiting everywhere for the opportunity to find someone hungry and naive. It was becoming clear to me that these were the only opportunities that were going to be afforded to me. Some would pan out, others would not. I wasn't going to break in without getting broken in. <br><br> And what choice did we have? It was what it was. Sometimes it was above-board, sometimes it was like this. Sometimes there were real opportunities, sometimes they were mirages. Sometimes playing along meant you worked, sometimes it just meant you were manipulated. <br><br> It was either play by those rules or get out. Not like you could change the industry alone. Men ran it and [[men were men|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> Such was being a girl in this industry. There were always men, waiting everywhere for the opportunity to find someone hungry and naive. I shouldn't have been surprised. Some random Juliet in a shitty community production...becoming something? Ha. Such an idiot. <br><br> And what choice did we have? It was what it was. Sometimes it was above-board, sometimes it was like this. Sometimes there were real opportunities, sometimes they were mirages. Sometimes playing along meant you worked, sometimes it just meant you were manipulated. <br><br> It was either play by those rules or get out. Not like you could change the industry alone. Men ran it and [[men were men|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC020-Club-alt.png">> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel -->> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel -->> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.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> Alright. Now time to leave. <br><br> LBD and everything in the <<linkexpand "bag....">>bag. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> And back into the most typical, unassuming outfits I <<linkexpand "owned.">>owned. <<outfit default>> Just 'normal' <<print $CC.name>> on a normal night doing normal things. Time to depart! <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 would barely wave on my way out the door, even to the chorus of <<speech>>"Have fun!"<</speech>> <<speech>>"Say Hi to..."<</speech>> <<speech>>"Don't stay up too late!"<</speech>> <<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 <<speech>>"Be safe,"<</speech>> but usually it was as if I hadn't disturbed a soul. <</if>> <br><br> Ugh. Tonight wouldn't be so easy. The //Boys// had just rolled up. And they wouldn't like my reasoning, even if it was the truth. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Again?!"<</speech>> 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>>, <<speechPC>>"It's a tradition..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> tugged him away, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So is The Boys!"<</speech>> he warbled, stumbling out into the hallway. <<speechPC>>"Well, tonight it's The Girls. Okay?"<</speechPC>> I pushed past them. They had not been happy with my nights being taken up so frequently. But things change, people get older. I had other interests. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"What's The Girls?"<</speech>> 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. <<speechPC>>"Uhhh..."<</speechPC>> I twisted, veering away and past her. Well, I tried. She interposed herself. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Why do I get the sense that you're about to bullshit me."<</speech>> <br><br> I shot daggers at Ethan, knowing he was about to out me. <<speechPC>>"I'm not. I told you, I'm heading to Della's."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Right. The last time I tried to call her parents, no one picked up."<</speech>> <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. <<speechPC>>"Well her Mom is a nurse, works late, ya know?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She nodded, hands on her hips letting me know that was not a winning argument. <<speechPC>>"It's just a sleepover."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"And when I call you in a couple hours...I'm not going straight to voicemail?<</speech>>" Yeah, I'd been doing that a //bit// too often. <br><br> <div id="mom"> <<crossroads #mom>> <<path>> Lie. <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<speechPC>>"Do you really think I'm up to something?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Yes."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <br><br> A hard look. My eyes insisted. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're really going to Della's?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"And you'll be there all night."<</speech>> I nodded, using my experience of the first nod to inform the second. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Pick up when I call you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will."<</speechPC>> 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 $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I mean, if you're really like...sus or whatever--"<</speechPC>> She nodded. <<speechPC>>"Then look. I don't need to go to Della's."<</speechPC>> I wasn't about to sacrifice everything for just one night. She could call the cops on me and that was the last thing I wanted. <br><br> She frowned, confused, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Really."<</speech>> I dropped the bag off my shoulder, turning to head back to my room, <<speechPC>>"I'll pick up when you call later. But it'll be through this wall--"<</speechPC>> I tapped on it, <<speechPC>>"So that's just like...weird. But whatever."<</speechPC>> <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 $People['CC'].Parents.rel -= 2>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I mean, if you're really like...sus or whatever--"<</speechPC>> She nodded. <<speechPC>>"Then look. I don't need to go to Della's."<</speechPC>> Just let her //think// I was staying in. <br><br> She frowned, confused, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Really."<</speech>> I dropped the bag off my shoulder, turning to head back to my room, <<speechPC>>"I'll pick up when you call later. But it'll be through this wall--"<</speechPC>> I tapped on it, <<speechPC>>"So that's just like...weird. But whatever."<</speechPC>> <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> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Club.png">> But now...I was out! <br><br> <<outfit club>> The cool night air of Spring caressed my bare skin <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>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, I just had to get past the doorman. <<speech "Bouncer">>"This is not you."<</speech>> 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. <<speechPC>>"Yes. It. Is. How many times am I going to have to say that for you to believe me?"<</speechPC>> 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. <<speech "Bouncer">>"Zero. Because I'm not gonna. I //will// be recycling this though. Get a better fake,"<</speech>> he peered at the name again, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Samantha..."<</speech>> 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. <<speechPC>>"I prefer Sammy."<</speechPC>> My hand pulled his back and forth against the enticing heat and recently shorn skin of my leg, <<speechPC>>"Shorter. Easier. Like a sandwich. A //snack//."<</speechPC>> <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. <<face runny>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> 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 $People['CC'].Ethan.rel ++>> I sighed and nodded, going to my phone to text the girls that I wouldn't be in. <<call "Lexi">>"Just blow him!"<</call>> <<call "Ava">>"A couple minutes == rest of the night!"<</call>> <<call "$CC.FName">>"Ugh. I told u that ID was trash."<</call>> 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>> Finally, we were ready to begin the <<linkreplace "Legendary Tour.">> <<Stats Social ++>> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Club.png">> 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>> <<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, <<speech "Dealer">>"Head inside..."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> Head. Inside. Got it. And in we went, sliding into the stall in the back where the TP dispenser looked like you could ski on it. He gave a nudge at my bare shoulder. I dropped my knees to the cool tile floor and began unzipping his <<linkreplace "pants.">> pants. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<face high runny>> Hair tie was already in hand, knees meeting the cool and sticky floor. A couple minutes later I was flying, stumbling out of the bathroom with a giant grin on my face, mascara running and a mix of tangs at the back of my throat. I wiped my nose and mouth and [[joined the girls|CC023 - Club][$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. <<speech "Dealer">>"What?"<</speech>> He sighed, looking <<linkreplace "down at me">> down at me. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<face high runny>> He shook his head, guiding my hand to his open fly. A couple minutes later, I was flying, stumbling out of the bathroom with a giant grin on my face. I wiped my hand across my dress and then cleaned up my nose as I [[joined the girls|CC023 - Club][$CC.makeIt ++; $CC.attempt = true]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> He shoved me unceremoniously out of the stall and I stumbled out of the bathroom, hearing <<speech "Dealer">>"Cockteasing slut,"<</speech>> 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 $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<face ahego>> <<liftUpDress>> I was shocked when my wrist was tugged, spinning around and now eye-to-eye with...I'd want my identity private for obvious reasons, so I'll give her the same consideration...let's just say she's been in a Marvel movie or two. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh."<</speechPC>> She beamed at my reaction, pulling me closer and we began to dance. Her fingers intertwined with mine as I felt her tight, trained body through her outfit, our thighs interwoven, bouncing slightly. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>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 $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> Oof! I was pulled and found myself face-to-face with...how did //he// get in? Gross, older, disheveled. He clearly hadn't come with lady friends and now his hands were snaking their way around my hipbones to my ass. <br><br> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"Oh uh, hi."<</speechPC>> I don't know if he heard me over the music, so I leaned in and yelled it into his ear. He didn't respond, but accepted me getting closer to lock me in. <br><br> Feeling the pressure between his legs against my body, I could sense his eagerness. My dress was being inched up around my <<linkexpand "waist">>waist<<liftUpDress>> and as he got a gauge on my demeanor, it didn't take him long before he was grinding against me firmly and worming his hand down to my pussy from behind. <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> 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. <<speech "Lexi">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> Lexi was dragging me away from him and his hands slid from me without complaint. He watched me leaving, fixing my minidress as I was dressed down by her and my friends as we [[moved on|CC023 - Club][$CC.attempt = true]]. <</linkexpand>> <<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. <<speech "Guy">>"You alone?"<</speech>> 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. <<speechPC>>"Oh, bye!"<</speechPC>> 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 $CC.attempt == true>>And I was super. SUPER. fucking horny.<</if>> <br><br> <span id="club"> Solidarity would <<link "keep us strong">><<replace "#club">> <<face happy>> ...<<speechPC>>"You raise me uuuupppp!"<</speechPC>> How someone had turned Groban into EDM was pretty incredible. We screamed along at the top of our lungs. <br><br> Unlike Tao, SILO was mostly a solo-style event. People came to roll, not necessarily get some ass. <br><br> Our hair sticking to our face or flicking sweat into the crowd, we bounced and rocked, hands on each others arms in a little circle. <br><br> When we sensed someone faltering, someone started a cry: <<speechPC>>"Legendary!"<</speechPC>> or screaming their name, or just <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Woooo!"<</speech>>. Yeah, we were woo girls, but we made it through this part of the evening, sobering up to [[close out strong|CC024 - Club][$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. <<speech "Adonis">>"What's your name?"<</speech>> As he stepped backward, his presence and size moving people out of his way. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adonis">>"That's cute. It's loud in here, though. Wanna get outta here?"<</speech>> 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>> <<speechPC>>"Well it's wet in //here//..."<</speechPC>> I countered, guiding his hand between my <<linkexpand "legs">>legs<<liftUpDress>>. 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]] <</linkexpand>> <</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, <<speech "Adonis">>"<<print $CC.name>>...nice shoes."<</speech>> <br><br> I don't know why //that// line came to mind, but I could tell I was losing him and it was the first thing that popped in there. <br><br> He understood and shrugged, <<speech "Adonis">>"Come on."<</speech>> Leading me out of SILO unceremoniously. <br><br> <span id="innerClub"> Oh. I guess this would end my <<link "Legendary Tour?">><<replace "#innerClub">> <<Stats Easy -->> No thanks. Didn't need it //that// bad. <br><br> Libido killed dead, I let him leave SILO before he noticed I wasn't behind him, pushing through the Molly-mass and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC024 - Club][$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][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <</replace>><</link>> </span> <<else>> His forearm left my fingertips and he leaned slightly away from me. He shook his head, frowning and pointing to his ear, mouthing, <<speech "Adonis">>"Can't hear you..."<</speech>> and moments later disappeared into the crowd. <br><br> <<Stats Confident -->> Wow. Confidence killer. Libido killer for sure. Tears welled up in my eyes and I pushed through the Molly-mass and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC024 - Club][$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 <<speechPC>>"Woo!"<</speechPC>> 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, <<speechPC>>"Pop ya for a pill?"<</speechPC>> Less subtle. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>He looked me over and nodded with a wry grin<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>He looked shocked that someone that looked like //me// was making the offer<</if>>. He unzipped. Far less subtle, but clearly he thought that no one would notice, or no one would care. <br><br> The converted hangar truly didn't have more private spots and he didn't want to give up his posting. My knees felt the cold and rough concrete as I began to work. He freed my tits as an extra bonus for him and anyone <<linkreplace "around.">> <<cumSpray mouth1>> around. <br><br> The dissolving pill didn't cut the taste, but it did have be bouncing along with the rest of the crowd, arms up, head swinging side to side. <br><br> I have no concept of how long I was in my own little world, but Della, good 'triple-dee' Della, designated driver Della...she couldn't drive, but, oh! We're in another uuuber. She was urging my dress up over my chest, <<speechPC>>"Thanks, Del."<</speechPC>> I played with her hair, breathing heavily as the girls talked about something or other. <br><br> This was a [[fun night|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 1]]. <</linkreplace>> <<else>> I wasn't smooth about this, letting the curve and softness of my chest be the first subtle clue, <<speechPC>>"Pop ya for a pill?"<</speechPC>> Yeah, not subtle. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>He looked me over and nodded with a wry grin<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>He looked shocked that someone that looked like //me// was making the offer<</if>>. He unzipped. Far less subtle, but clearly he thought that no one would notice, or no one would care. <br><br> The converted hangar truly didn't have more private spots and he didn't want to give up his posting. My knees felt the cold and rough concrete as I began to work. He freed my tits as an extra bonus for him and anyone <<linkreplace "around.">> <<cumSpray mouth1>> around. <br><br> The dissolving pill didn't cut the taste, but it did have be bouncing along with the rest of the crowd, arms up, head swinging side to side. <br><br> I have no concept of how long I was in my own little world, but Della, good 'triple-dee' Della, designated driver Della...she couldn't drive, but, oh! We're in another uuuber. She was urging my dress up over my chest, <<speechPC>>"Thanks, Del."<</speechPC>> I played with her hair, breathing heavily as the girls talked about something or other. <br><br> This was a [[fun night|CC024 - Club][$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 <<linkexpand "pulled it over">><<outfit club>> 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">> <<set _randAge = "age: " + random(18,50)>> <<set _randEth = "ethnicity: " + either("white","latin","asian","black")>> <<vCardCheck "Unknown rando that ended my Legendary tour" M _randAge _randEth>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<face drunk>> <<image framed "passage/CC024-Club.png">> 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 $CC.FName>> about the night's tales, especially how I ended up...this way. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/CC024-Club.png">> <<include rightearcloseup>> There's a vague recollection of them deciding whether or not I deserved the final right, but Della insisted and helped carry me to the nearby parlor for the final initiation: tattooing "Legendary" behind our right ears. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$CC.traits.push("Tats"); $Body.tattooStyle['Ear'] = "Ear"; $Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<face hurt2>> <<image framed "passage/CC024-Club-Sun.png">> <<outfit naked>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> The morning sun seared my eyes. I turned away, clutching the sheets. Fuck. I didn't make it to the end of the tour. <br><br> My insides felt sore, my body felt relaxed, and my mind replayed the memories of the events of the previous...morning. Well, my needs were satisfied and the gentle rise and fall of the muscular back beside me hinted of his satisfaction as well. <br><br> I grabbed my heels, found my <<linkexpand "dress">>dress<<outfit club>> and checked on his side of the bed: Condom, check. Cool. Good good. I double checked with my fingers and was pretty sure that all I felt was me. I tasted it. Yep, just me. <br><br> I took the elevator down and hailed a cab. I didn't complete the tour and would certainly get roasted for this, but I had a fun night. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$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" "age: 24" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <<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>>
<<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>> <<outfit ballerina>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet2")>> I was like a fish to water, hips in, elbows up, stomach engaged. But the others, __damn__ they 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>>
<<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>> <<outfit ballerina>> 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 framed "passage/CC020-Vandal.png">> 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, <<speech "Raymond">>"Shitty what Ava did today."<</speech>> <<speech "Allison">>"Uh, yup! Surprising absolutely no one,"<</speech>> Allison, beside me bandwagoning. <<speech "Raymond">>"Wanna get back at her?"<</speech>> I couldn't see Ray's eyes, but I could see the hint of a wry grin pulling back his cheek. <<speech "Raymond">>"I'll take that look and silence as a yes."<</speech>> <br><br> Allie squealed and smacked at my thighs, <<speech "Allison">>"Gunna git that bitch!"<</speech>> <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, <<speechPC>>"Ray, her Dad owns half the //town//..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Raymond">>"What? Can't hear you?"<</speech>> His grin was demonic. I reached in through the window and tugged at his wifebeater, <<speechPC>>"Rayyy..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He sighed, rolling his eyes as he let the truck naturally come to a stop, <<speech "Raymond">>"Okay, then, <<print $CC.name>>...what ''should'' we get up to?"<</speech>> <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, <<speech "Allison">>"Alrighty, Lady, git nekkid."<</speech>> The buildings at the edge of the actual town were coming into focus. <br><br> I pulled my clothes <<linkexpand "off">>off<<outfit naked>> as best I could, alternating hands for bracing on the lips of the flatbed. I tossed 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>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>" <br> <</if>> <br><br> "<<link "Donuts in Erikson's fields?">><<replace "#else">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speech "Raymond">>"Like last week?"<</speech>> He sighed and peeled off, bee-lining 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, <<speechPC>>"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. <<speech "Allison">>"Git'er!"<</speech>> 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. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Roger?"<</speech>> 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>>."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She nodded and shrugged, <<speech "Allison">>"'course."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Orrrr...she does have that <<link "new Benz">><<replace "#ava">> Allie hooted and smacked my thigh 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>>."<</speechPC>> </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.' <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh hey, Mitchell."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Mhmmm...<<print $CC.surname>>"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Could you help me? I have a test tomorrow and I left my book in my locker. I really need to grab it and my notes."<</speechPC>> I bit my lower lip, flashing 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>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Well...o-okay little lady. Just this once."<</speech>> I nodded and did a little leprechaun jump as I followed behind Mitchell, leaving Allie and Raymond to move in. <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 $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"Guys!"<</speechPC>> It took them a few moments of me waving her pail in front of her face and seeing her ambling forward into the trailer before they understood the idea of literal carrot versus stick. <br><br> And then we were off. Sue in tow. <br><br> It was a little bit of a game at school as the kids tried to sus us out. Eventually we let them know, because we wanted the cred, of course. <br><br> They said they found her and returned her within the week, but I believe Sue is still out in Harv's fields to this day, if her markings are any indication. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$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 --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<face angry>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Sorry, duty's duty, ya know?"<</speech>> He shook his head forlornly. <<speech "Mitchell">>"Best of luck tomorrow, though, little lady."<</speech>> He tipped his hat, as if he were John Wayne, sauntering off on his rounds. I made a mental note to work on my helpless woman act as I headed back to Raymond and Allie, shrugging as they waved at me like 'WTF!' <br><br> We had little other option but to wait for his bathroom break. Raymond idled the truck up to Sue, who lowed in a way that made me wonder if she knew what was coming. <br><br> Behind her and getting a full nose of her recent meals, we pushed, pressed and prodded to get her into the attached trailer we had...borrowed...but who woulda known it'd be difficult to move a bovine like this. <br><br> Soon, we were cow-less and heading home, defeated. Mitchell had chased us off and we received detention the next couple weeks. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$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 $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"Guys!"<</speechPC>> It took them a few moments of me waving her pail in front of her face and seeing her ambling forward into the trailer before they understood the idea of literal carrot versus stick. <br><br> And then we were off. Sue in tow. <br><br> It was a little bit of a game at school as the kids tried to sus us out. Eventually we let them know, because we wanted the cred, of course. <br><br> They said they found her and returned her within the week, but I believe Sue is still out in Harv's fields to this day, if her markings are any indication. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$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, <<speech "Cow">>"Oh, please don't..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry, girl."<</speechPC>> 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 framed "passage/CC022-Vandal-Dark.png">> <<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. <<speech "Principal Suarez">>"Thank you! Thank you! Next week is Sadie Hawkins, so I hope you all have -- what's that, Sue?"<</speech>> Suarez bent down as if Sue was whispering to him. Now. <br><br> I hit the switch 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 <<image framed "passage/CC022-Vandal-Dark.png">> */ <<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.' <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh hey, Mitchell."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Mhmmm...<<print $CC.surname>>"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Could you help me? I have a test tomorrow and I left my book in my locker. I really need to grab it and my notes."<</speechPC>> I bit my lower lip, flashing 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>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Well...o-okay little lady. Just this once."<</speech>> I nodded and did a little leprechaun jump as I followed behind Mitchell, leaving Allie and Raymond to move in. <<else>> <<speech "Mitchell">>"Sorry, duty's duty, ya know?"<</speech>> He shook his head forlornly. <<speech "Mitchell">>"Best of luck tomorrow, though, little lady."<</speech>> 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 framed "passage/CC020-Helper.png">> 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. <<speechPC>>"Mr. Strong, Oh, Mr. Strong! Please be careful. Let me help you with that."<</speechPC>> <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. <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Why yes, dear. That would be nice,"<</speech>> 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 <<linkexpand "skirt">> <<liftUpDress>> skirt. <<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.isWearingPanties>> 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 <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Are you alright up there, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> 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, <<speechPC>>"Take care, [[Mr. Strong|CC021 - Helper]]."<</speechPC>> <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), <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Thank, thank you for all the help <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I peered over my shoulder, catching him just before his gaze dropped. <<speechPC>>"Keep me stable, Mr. Strong. It's no problem. I'll be done in a jiff."<</speechPC>> I wiggled my ass for effect as I rooted the gutter. It did feel extra stable...maybe a third leg was supporting the ladder that day. <br><br> Job complete, he thanked me as I skipped away, allowing my <<link "skirt">><<liftUpDress>><</link>> to flare up one last time. I was devious and extra [[kind-hearted|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]. <</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. <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Thank you so much, <<print $CC.name>>. I would have been here all day with the bad knees and all. You are a godsend."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No problem, Mr. Strong, just thank my <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> for raising me right."<</speechPC>> Brownie points with them were //actually// useful. <br><br> Within an hour we had moseyed around and gotten the gutters clean. Flashing crisis averted. I smiled, giving him a final wave as I headed home, sweaty, dirty, but [[feeling accomplished|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Oh sorry, Mr. Strong. Not really...dressed for the occasion. Please be careful!"<</speechPC>> pointing out my ensemble, he nodded. <<speech "Mr. Strong">>"Oh, of course. Thanks for lookin' out for an old codger like me! Now get on home, young'n."<</speech>> 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. <<speechPC>>"I've got it Ms. Unis!"<</speechPC>> I shouted, mid-sprint. <br><br> Ms. Unis, huffed and puffed, stopping her own chase, <<speech "Ms. Unis">>"Oh. Thank. You. <<print $CC.name>>. That damn dog got away again,"<</speech>> 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. <<speechPC>>"Here ya go, Ms. Unis. He is a fast bugger."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ms. Unis">>"Oh, you're such a dear, I will tell your <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> how wonderful you are,"<</speech>> she was pinching my cheeks. Sweaty old lady fingers. <<speechPC>>"No problem,"<</speechPC>> I forced a grin. <<speechPC>>"Have a great day."<</speechPC>> She took her dog back to heel as I proudly headed home -- directly now. I had already gotten my run [[around the block|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base ++]]. <<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'' <<speechPC>>"I'll get your dog, Ms. Unis."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Gassed and already way behind: <<speech "Ms. Unis">>"Bless. You. <<print $CC.name>>. Bless. You!"<</speech>> <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. <<speechPC>>"Here is your rascal,"<</speechPC>> wincing slightly as my scraped knee began to throb. <<speech "Ms. Unis">>"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 $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She scolded the dog and walked away, leaving me surprised she hadn't offered nanny-sensibilities and helped me out with my injuries. <br><br> I limped my way home, feeling proud to have my [[badges of honor|CC021 - Helper][$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>> <</linkexpand>>
<<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, <<speech "Rudy">>"//Mister// Eriksson, I presume."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's me!"<</speechPC>> It wasn't. But we all knew I picked up for him. He slid a box across the table and I went through the produce, picking out what 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. <<speechPC>>"Mr. Eriksson?"<</speechPC>> I barely squeaked out as I stepped inside, taking solace in the lack of smell of death. //"Hurry! Hurry!"// I thought, 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. <<speechPC>>"Mr. Eriksson?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mr. Eriksson">>"Oh, good gracious, you...wouldn't happen to be able to fix this, would you, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>?"<</speech>> <br><br> A grimace, but thinking of the veggies all over his floor, I shrugged, <<speechPC>>"Sure?"<</speechPC>> 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 <<linkexpand "shirt.">><<upper "wet_shirtSparrow">><<lower "denimSkirt_wet">>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. <<speech "Mr. Eriksson">>"Oh, dear."<</speech>> 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.isWearingPanties>> my full on snatch. He looked as I instructed him, but I was so annoyed and over it, I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC022 - Helper]]. <<else>> panty-shot. I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. <br><br> Finishing, I went to get up and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me 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>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Don't freak out. First problem: water flow. I turned off the faucet. The water stopped. Wow. Complete incompetence, Mr. E. Now, what caused 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 Dad. 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. <<speechPC>>"You got a wrench?"<</speechPC>> <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 <<linkexpand "drenched">><<face shocked>><<upper "wet_shirtSparrow">><<lower "denimSkirt_wet">>''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.isWearingPanties>> my full on snatch. He looked as I instructed him, but I was so annoyed and over it, I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC022 - Helper]]. <<else>> panty-shot. I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. <br><br> Finishing, I went to get up and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me 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][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Grunting and pushing, I leaned into it but I couldn't make it budge. My muscles ached, but I shook my head, defeated. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, Mr. E. Just can't get this."<</speechPC>> He nodded, sighed, patting me on the head. <<speech "Mr. Eriksson">>"Thank you for trying, dear."<</speech>> He was content not to have the water threatening to overflow, so it was a small win. As he escorted me out, he did take some time to admonish me for the mess I left in his foyer. I bit my tongue and resolved to get him worse veggies [[next week|CC022 - Helper][$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. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"Oh hey, <<print $CC.name>>. Thank you so much!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No biggie Ms. Z."<</speechPC>> 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, <<speechPC>>"Hey kid. Whatcha got there?"<</speechPC>> He balked, I leaned in, <<speechPC>>"You need to pay for those."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kid">>"W-where'd you come from? I didn't take crap,"<</speech>> the kid tried to back away. My reaction had alerted the other adults. He could feel the attention. <<speechPC>>"Empty your pockets, kid. If they're empty, then it's my bad. Otherwise, we call the //cops// so you can learn a lesson."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kid">>"I--I don't want any trouble. Suh-suh-sorry. I just liked them. Here? See?"<</speech>> the kid turned out his shorts and the two trinkets appeared. <<speechPC>>"Stealing 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. I won't call the cops since you were honest. So. You can either leave it behind or find the owner and work out a trade."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kid">>"Tha-thanks."<</speech>> He wiped his shining cheeks. <br><br> Ms. Z waltzed over after watching the exchange from a distance. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"That was mighty nice of you letting that kid go. I hope he learned his lesson."<</speech>> <br><br> We were cut off as a young <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>> came running up. <<speech "Alex">>"Grandma, grandma, you okay? What was all that commotion about?"<</speech>> <br><br> Ms. Z greeted her kin, <<speech "Ms. Z">>"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."<</speech>> <br><br> Even before the introductions, I knew who they were. God, was I crushing. <<speechPC>>"Huh-hi, Alex. I'm <<print $CC.name>>--right, she said that. It was nothing. Just saw the kid and took action."<</speechPC>> Not my best attempt at playing cool. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, <<speech "Alex">>"Well, thanks. Not every day are people willing to get involved. I like those kinds of people, heh."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>...blushed, slightly? <br><br> With a not-so-subtle nudge from Ms. Z, they moved closer, <<speech "Alex">>"Uhh, uhh, you...wanna go grab some food or coffee sometime?"<</speech>> <br><br> FIREWORKS!! Holy Shit! Act Natural, act natural. <<speechPC>>"Hmmm, yeah I guess so,"<</speechPC>> I pushed some of my <<print $Body.hair>> hair behind my ear. <br><br> Their shoulders relaxed. <<speech "Alex">>"Great! Let me get your number and we'll go out."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"GREAT! I mean, yeah. Sounds good."<</speechPC>> I wanted to believe they weren't trying to duck me and were just playing it off. <<speechPC>>"I gotta go now. It was great meeting you. Great garage sale. Great day. Byeeee!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> They couldn't help watching me go. Hated seeing me leave...butt...nice to watch me go. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> I moved swiftly but bumbled my steps knocking candlesticks and dinnerware over as I hit my knee. The kid, now alerted, bolted. <<speechPC>>"HEY! KID! Come back!"<</speechPC>> 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. <<speechPC>>"Look out! Car!"<</speechPC>> 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, <<speechPC>>"Why you runnin', kid? You stealin'?"<</speechPC>> I panted. Not a good show. <<speech "Kid">>"Leave me alone. I didn't steal. //You// scared me. So I ran."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I saw you pocket some items. Empty them and I'll let you go. If not, I gotta call the cops,"<</speechPC>> my labored breathing started calming down. <<speech "Kid">>"Screw you."<</speech>> 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. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"Great job, <<print $CC.name>>. Every year it seems like a certain number of things go missing. Saved the day today."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Eh, just cost me a twisted ankle."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ms. Z">>"Oh no! Deary. Let me help with that...Come on."<</speech>> Ms. Z was leaving the yard sale, for me? It was 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. <<speech "Alex">>"Gran-gran, everything alright? Why are there //cops// here?"<</speech>> It was my damn crush. <<speech "Ms. Z">>"Calm down, calm down. I'm fine. But, our banged up <<print $CC.name>> here stopped us from being robbed."<</speech>> <<speech "Alex">>"Gran, robbed? Don't be so extreme. I'm sure it wasn't that...oh."<</speech>> Our eyes met for the briefest of moments before I turned away. <<speech "Alex">>"Hi, I'm Alex. Thanks for helping out, uh, my grandma."<</speech>> <br><br> Their apparent nerves helped calm mine, <<speechPC>>"Awww, it was painful but worth it, heh,"<</speechPC>> I couldn't keep direct eye contact. <br><br> Ms. Z saw the tension and nudged Alex kindly. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> jolted in surprise. <<speech "Alex">>"Yeah. Uh...This hero deserves a reward. Can I take you to lunch or coffee sometime?"<</speech>> <br><br> Pain in my knee? What pain? <<speechPC>>"Uhhh, yeah. That would be cool, yeah,"<</speechPC>> I kicked some grass feeling lame. <<speech "Alex">>"Oh excellent, let's exchange numbers!"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> pulled out <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> phone and digits changed hands. <<speechPC>>"I, uhh, gotta get home and tend to my wounds...and ego, heh. See you...uhh, soon, Alex. //Bye//!"<</speechPC>> I didn't wait for their response. <br><br> I stumbled home feeling proud for having helped my neighbors, not fumbling a rare chance with my crush, and stopped some punk kid from stealing. I hope they learnt their lesson. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$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][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> It was so nice out. People browsed and kindly moved down the makeshift aisles. The hours passed, making a few introductions to people I didn't know and seemed pleasant enough, a couple of sales for Mrs. Z, and saying <<speechPC>>"Have a great day,"<</speechPC>> about a billion times. It kind of shocked me when Mrs. Z dressed me down for missing and unsold items from my section. A thief had gotten past me. My bad. I vowed I'd never let that happen again. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$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. <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I stood, looking around the other kids around my age and I did recognize many of them from Sundays. <<speech "Youth Group">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> A rolling response. Then the youth minister grinned, a blade of grass playing between his fingers, <<speech "Youth Minister">>"What verse speaks most to you?"<</speech>> <br><br> <div id="verse"> <<crossroads #verse>> <<path>> "Romans 12:2" <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<speech "Minister">>"Ah, interesting. And what part of it speaks strongest to you?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then you will be able to test--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Minister">>"So it's your job to test God's will?"<</speech>> <br><br> I smiled, easy trap, <<speechPC>>"To discover his will. By breaking the bonds of normalcy. It's in the frayed edges that we find ourself and Him."<</speechPC>> <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 ++>> <<speech "Minister">>"Ah, interesting. And what part of it speaks strongest to you?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"...against the rulers--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Minister">>"Is the church not an authority? Should you struggle against the church--this group?"<</speech>> <br><br> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"Are you in league with forces of evil?"<</speechPC>> <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 ++>> <<speech "Minister">>"Ah, interesting. Have you suffered trouble?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Who hasn't?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Minister">>"And do you see evidence of His overcoming the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Are we here, together today?"<</speechPC>> <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. <<speechPC>>"Sorry! Duck! Oh, please! Sorry!"<</speechPC>> I ran over. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>I was bouncing over and so was my chest. It got their attention if the missile hadn't.<</if>> <<speech "Shirtless Guy">>"Well, hello there. Nearly took my head off."<</speech>> Chuckled a shirtless guy as he stood up, letting the disc spin on his middle finger. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sorry! Really am. Me and my friends from the youth group are just throwing it around...you, wanna throw it back?"<</speechPC>> I motioned to the group that was waving kindly. <<speech "Shirtless Guy">>"I throw it now, I'll brain you."<</speech>> <br><br> I laughed, smiling, <<speechPC>>"No. To them...you think you can make it?"<</speechPC>> 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>> <<speech "Runner">>"Hey there."<</speech>> Despite the dewy skin, he seemed fully capable to run and talk. Impressive. <<speechPC>>"Hey. Can I have my frisbee back?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Runner">>"Oh this? What's your name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> Keeping up with him was going to be difficult. <<speech "Runner">>"Hmm...don't see that on here..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's ours..."<</speechPC>> And so it went, finishing 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. <<speechPC>>"Clark!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clark">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> He tried to raise himself from his chair a few times before I was there and helping him get up. <<speechPC>>"Careful now. Good to see you too."<</speechPC>> The hug was awkward and the smell was something //different// but I could feel the need in his arthritic grasp. <br><br> <div id ="clark"> <<crossroads #clark>> <<path>> Wanna play a game? <<contents>> <<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 ++>> <<speechPC>>"Of course. Like every time."<</speechPC>> I laughed and shook my head. I didn't know if he honestly forgot or was just so excited by the prospect. <br><br> We hobbled him over to the activity room and into one of the chairs in the semi-circle. <<speech "Elderly Group">>"Hello, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> came the chorus of elderly. <br><br> I grabbed some elastic bands and we began to move. A little music, a lot of smiling and encouragement. It was far from a workout for me, but you had to put on a show so they kept their encouragement up. <br><br> And they certainly needed the activity: we were meant to be creatures that lived and moved. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Time for my bath. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> 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 framed "passage/CC020-Partier-KegAndCups.png">> Pretty much every weekend, you could find some house where the parents were gone. It was about being in the know, or knowing who //was// in the know. <br><br> You never had to bring anything except 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. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Welcome home, Missy."<</speech>> <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. Mom sitting in a leather chair like it was her throne, glass of something in her hand. <<speechPC>>"Have...you just been, sitting there in the dark?"<</speechPC>> I got up, brushing myself off. A good offense is a great defense, right? <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You know what time it is?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Time for me to go. To. Bed."<</speechPC>> I started marching off, letting the alcohol-bravery take hold. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"A little late for that."<</speech>> She grasped my hand. Even booze-bold, I stopped. I gulped, my throat suddenly having a very pungent taste of whatever I'd been drinking tonight. Gawd. What //was// that stuff? <br><br> I tried to pull away, spinning on her with ferocity, <<if $CC.Mom == 0>><<speechPC>>"You have your drink right there. Don't be a hypocrite!"<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"You get to leave when you want, so do I. Don't be a hypocrite!"<</speechPC>><</if>> That was a little louder than I intended it to be. <br><br> And didn't have the intended effect, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're going to your room?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I started that way with assuredness to my steps. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Then you can stay there."<</speech>> She quaffed the rest of the amber liquid, punctuating her point. <br><br> I wasn't going to validate her with a response. <br><br> It didn't matter though, I was grounded. <br><br><br> Thus started the war with my <<if $CC.dad == 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 $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah..."<</speechPC>> Sheepishness was all I could muster. <br><br> She sighed, shaking her head slightly, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Come here."<</speech>> She patted the arm of the chair. I sat. My booze-boldness dissipating rapidly. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Yes, I was up waiting for you because I was worried."<</speech>> She held up a hand to ward off interjection, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I //do// think you can handle yourself. You're my daughter."<</speech>> She squeezed my palm, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"But I've been out -- in worse places than you just were -- and I don't know who ''else'' is there."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's fine though, I'm fine."<</speechPC>> She sighed and nodded, bringing the hand she squeezed to the glass in hers, transferring it to me, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"This time."<</speech>> She let go. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I just want to know is all."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt the weight of the glass in my hand. I looked at her and saw the concern on her face. I looked down at the amber liquid and caught a whiff of it. It sent my stomach churning. Gawd, what //was// that stuff I had been drinking tonight? <<speechPC>>"Thank you...but..."<</speechPC>> I was fighting the rising gorge in my throat, <<speechPC>>"I'll pass."<</speechPC>> Quickly, I returned it to her and leaned back to avoid more vapors. <br><br> She smiled, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You need me to hold your hair back?"<</speech>> I stood up, firm, frowning, faking, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> A little giggle from her, then a shrug, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I'll bring you some water then."<</speech>> I stuttered, partially towards my room since now I knew I wasn't really in trouble and I felt that the conversation was done, then back towards her because I felt I needed to give her a hug, <<speechPC>>"I'll tell you next time."<</speechPC>> <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. <<speechPC>>"Kegstand?"<</speechPC>> I smiled playfully. <br><br> Waving me over excitedly, <<speech "Julio">>"Keg stand!"<</speech>> He yelled out through a wreath of vapor. There was a commotion from the other room and the 'Wire' guys stumbled their way into the kitchen, their conversation shocked into silence when they saw it was //me// squaring up to the container. "Ready?" The plastic of his pen pressed against my thigh as he got a grip on me. I nodded. He lifted. <br><br> <<if $CC.height gt 1>> Head over heels, I was flipped up into the air. One hand grabbed at the front of my <<linkexpand "skirt...">> <<liftUpDress>> skirt to fight gravity, but I'm positive my ass was hanging out in the back. <br><br> My lips barely touched the tap when I felt the upward arc continuing too much. Too far. Too <<linkexpand "fast">> <<outfit default>> fast. <br><br> And then heels over head, I came crashing down. I screamed. He screamed. The guys laughed. <br><br> Julio was a dude and far too self-confident, no way he could keep a person my size inverted. I hit the linoleum hard and Julio toppled, bracing himself against the metal of the keg as everyone lost it. <br><br> I shook my head, pushing my splayed body slowly off the floor, <<speech "Julio">>"Well that didn't work. Sorry, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Julio was chuckling with a shrug, <<speech "Julio">>"Ya able to do a handstand?"<</speech>> He yanked me up. <br><br> I guess I was doing this. <br><br> Hefted again, I was upside down, this time both of my hands engaged on the lip of the keg. Between him leaning against me, his grip on my knees along with my balance, I was held aloft. And my <<linkexpand "skirt">> <<liftUpDress>> skirt was inching its way down. Up? Well, gravity was winning. <<speechPC>>"Come on! Someone put it in my mouth!"<</speechPC>> I yelped out with an awkward laugh. <br><br> The responses don't need to be stated -- especially with me on display the way I was -- but after enough lewd comments a guy came over and popped the spout into my mouth. I couldn't hear what he said, or their responses because I was focused on the flood of liquid. <br><br> I was swallowing. Swallowing. My skirt was sliding down. My ass going from peeking, to half-way, to fully ''out''. <<speech "The Crowd">>"Go! Go!"<</speech>> Came the cheer. <br><br> I'm not sure if the encouragement was for me, my skirt or simply me to keep at it so that they got a longer show. <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> I could feel the AC on my pussy and the cheers became welcome disbelief as it came into view, <<speech "Julio">>"Fuck man. Right on, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My willingness to rock a skirt, commando and do a kegstand was rewarded with a slow-clap. I could feel more people coming in to check out my snatch. <<else>> I could feel the AC on my asscheeks, but I was so glad I was wearing something. It was a good view, to be sure, but I was decent. Enough. <</if>> <<if $Body.braless == true>> /* DOLL (Needed): hiked up default top */ My top was a lost cause, the hem of my shirt under my armpits and my tits on full display. <br><br> Whistles, comments a plenty, but my mind was focused -- //had// to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <<else>> <<face shock>> My top was a lost cause, hem of my shirt under my armpits and my tits threatening to fall ''up'' out of my bra. But my mind was focused -- //had// to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Head over heels, I was flipped into the air, both of my hands engaged on the lip of the keg. Between him leaning against me, his grip on my knees along with my balance, I was held aloft. And my <<linkexpand "skirt">> <<liftUpDress>> skirt was inching its way down. Up? Well, gravity was winning. <<speechPC>>"Come on! Someone put it in my mouth!"<</speechPC>> I yelped out with an awkward laugh. <br><br> The responses don't need to be stated -- especially with me on display the way I was -- but after enough lewd comments a guy came over and popped the spout into my mouth. I couldn't hear what he said, or their responses because I was focused on the flood of liquid. <br><br> I was swallowing. Swallowing. My skirt was sliding down. My ass going from peeking, to half-way, to fully ''out''. <<speech "The Crowd">>"Go! Go!"<</speech>> Came the cheer. <br><br> I'm not sure if the encouragement was for me, my skirt or simply me to keep at it so that they got a longer show. <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> I could feel the AC on my pussy and the cheers became welcome disbelief as it came into view, <<speech "Julio">>"Fuck man. Right on, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My willingness to rock a skirt, commando and do a kegstand was rewarded with a slow-clap. I could feel more people coming in to check out my snatch. <<else>> I could feel the AC on my asscheeks, but I was so glad I was wearing something. It was a good view, to be sure, but I was decent. Enough. <</if>> <<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, <<speechPC>>"Thanks dude."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio">>"Nah. Thank you, beb."<</speech>> I grabbed another cup of beer and left the kitchen. <</linkexpand>> <</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. Dad and Mom two of them. My age a third. I pounded my cup and started scrambling. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> The tree line? <<contents>> <<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 <<linkexpand "foot...">>foot, <<speechPC>>"Shit!"<</speechPC>> and I tumbled, thudding //hard// against the thankfully ''soft'' dirt. <br><br> I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds besides the cicadas, my thudding chest, and my heaving breaths. <br><br> I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. <br><br> But the moments lengthened. <br><br> I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground into a careful crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz, waiting 'til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hello?"<</speech>> Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hi. I need--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Cops?"<</speech>> I nodded and he laughed, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Close the fuckin' door then."<</speech>> <br><br> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hm. You know, you look like you're hiding standing there like that. Come 'ere."<</speech>> He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"I'm not gonna bite."<</speech>> He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and tugged my shoes <<linkexpand "off">><<feet>> and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"You got a warrant buddy? This is my house."<</speech>> <<speech "Cops">>"We have reasonable cause--"<</speech>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"To wake me up? We've been fuckin' sleeping. Get out."<</speech>> And the door closed. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"See?"<</speech>> He chuckled and pulled me tighter, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Should probably wait a bit, though."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You think they're gone?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Dunno."<</speech>> His hand snaked down my body, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Better to be safe."<</speech>> I gasped as he began to work my zipper open. <br><br> I was drunk... <br><br> <div id="dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> enough. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face ahego>> <<dollRearView>> I wiggled my hips, the <<linkexpand "skirt">><<lower>><<panties>>skirt was lost at the foot of the bed. <br><br> The bed rocked as his weight yanked his own boxers down behind me. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. I lifted my thigh slightly, his hands found my hipbones. <br><br> The bed rocked again, his whole weight driving his cock inside me. <br><br> I yelped, arching and pushing my hands back against him instinctively. <br><br> Thrust. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Shh."<</speech>> ''Thrust.'' <<speech "Julios Dad">>"The."<</speech>> //Thrust.// <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"cops."<</speech>> He grunted in my ear, one hand from my hips going over my mouth. <br><br> The <<shake>>bed<</shake>> rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. His hand became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> It was the quintessential drunk hookup. His drunkenness keeping him entirely focused on himself. My drunkenness making it easy to go along with and less uncomfortable to be fucked that way. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he loudly grunted in my ear as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. <br><br> He sighed deeply as he 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">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops." "olderMan: true" "age: 36" "ethnicity: latin">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> not enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Get lost in the crowd? <<contents>> <<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, <<speech "Cops">>"Do not leave the premises."<</speech>> <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>> 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. <<speech "Dude">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> A mellow smile, an inviting wave, some dude -- how did he know my name? -- wearing just some basketball shorts was cuddled up to a couple girls. <br><br> Their clothes were crumpled in a pile beside them, hands stroking at each other's skin. <br><br> It didn't feel like the prelude to an orgy, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to be. <br><br> I stepped in tentatively. <<speechPC>>"Whatcha up to?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Dude">>"K."<</speech>> At first that confused me. That wasn't an answer to my question. <br><br> Then, he lifted his other hand, a tiny plastic spoon between his fingers. Ohhhh. ''K''. <br><br> I moved over to him, <<speech "Dude">>"It feels great. Ever done a bump?"<</speech>> I shook my head, trying to pick my way around the bare skin squished together in a bean bag chair. <<speech "Girl">>"You should. I'm so blissed out right now."<</speech>> One of the girls grabbed my hand, pulling me towards her, just in her bikini underwear and bra, unconcerned that both of the others 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 <<linkexpand "snorted.">>snorted.<<face high>> <br><br> I coughed and sat back on the floor with a thud. <br><br> They looked down at me, smiling as it began to seep into my sinuses. <br><br> She held my hand, playing with my fingers and grinning, nuzzling her head against his bare chest. <<speechPC>>"So...your clothes are off."<</speechPC>> I laughed, feeling the burn of the powder in my nasal cavity. <<speech "Naked Girl">>"Yeah. Freeing."<</speech>> Said the other girl, <<speech "Girl">>"Come here...lemme give you a massage."<</speech>> Now both of them were grasping my hands, pulling me closer. <<speechPC>>"Ughhh okayyy..."<</speechPC>> Why was I smiling?! <br><br> Her hand snaked into my hair, starting to massage my scalp, guiding me back against her and between her thighs -- against her breasts. Oh, jeez. <<if $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 <<linkexpand "top">><<upper>>top off, then my <<linkexpand "skirt">><<lower>>skirt, snaking my body closer to hers as I used my toes to kick my <<linkexpand "shoes">><<feet>>shoes off. <br><br> Oh //fuck//. This ''was'' nice. <br><br> We were a mess of cooing and groaning as we formed a kind of massage circle, working out knots in each 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, <<speech "Dude">>"Come on, guys."<</speech>> <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. <<speechPC>>"Wait!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, tugging them back towards the beanbag chair. <br><br> They didn't come. They were gathering their clothes. <br><br> We could hear the sirens now. <<speech "Dude">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He chuckled. The girls laughed. <<speechPC>>"Oh. //Shit//!"<</speechPC>> My body tensed. It went from lovely to awful in a split-second. <<speech "Dude">>"Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought."<</speech>> He was dressed again. <<speech "Naked Girl">>"Music was too loud."<</speech>> So was she. <<speech "Girl">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> And so was she. <br><br> They started moving, in no rush but realizing the necessity to go. I hadn't. Or couldn't. <br><br> Time to get going. I //couldn't// get caught for myriad reasons. Dad and Mom two of them. My age a third. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> Paranoia kicked in. The tree line? <<contents>> <<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 <<linkexpand "foot">>foot, <<speechPC>>"Shit!"<</speechPC>> and I tumbled, thudding //hard// against the thankfully ''soft'' dirt. <br><br> I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds besides the cicadas, my thudding chest, and my heaving breaths. <br><br> I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. <br><br> But the moments lengthened. <br><br> I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground into a careful crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz, waiting 'til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Panic set in. A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hello?"<</speech>> Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hi. I need--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Cops?"<</speech>> I nodded and he laughed, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Close the fuckin' door then."<</speech>> <br><br> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hm. You know, you look like you're hiding standing there...like that. Dressed for bed already, Come 'ere."<</speech>> He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Ohhh shit. I was naked. The realization flooded over me and I got awkward. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"I'm not gonna bite."<</speech>> He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. The closeness of his body, his size...felt nice. My hands began wandering along his skin enjoying the touch. I pulled myself closer. He chuckled and began to pet my head. Yes. Please. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"You got a warrant buddy? This is my house."<</speech>> <<speech "Cops">>"We have reasonable cause--"<</speech>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"To wake me up? We've been fuckin' sleeping. Get out."<</speech>> And the door closed. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"See?"<</speech>> He chuckled and pulled me tighter, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Should probably wait a bit, though."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt his hand squeeze one of my tits. Oh. <br><br> I felt the bed rock as he yanked his boxers off, lost to the foot of the bed. OH. <br><br> The touch felt...sooo...nice... <br><br> <div id="dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path>> I wanted more. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face ahego>> I wiggled my hips back against his freed dick, my hands pulling myself back tighter against him. So much for a hint, I was making it obvious as hell. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. Mhmm. I lifted my thigh slightly, his hands found my hipbones. Yeah. <br><br> The bed rocked again, his whole weight driving his cock inside me. Yeah? <br><br> I yelped, arching and pushing my hands back against him instinctively. <br><br> Thrust. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Shh."<</speech>> ''Thrust.'' <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"The."<</speech>> //Thrust.// <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"cops."<</speech>> He grunted in my ear, one hand from my hips going over my mouth. <br><br> The <<shake>>bed<</shake>> rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. His hand became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> His drunkenness kept him entirely focused on himself. The K made it a crazy weird experience. It both didn't feel good at all, but also felt amaaazing. I was hitting my ass back against him in time, my hands clutching back at his fuzzy body to keep him tight. I felt the sharp pain of his hard cock slamming inside me. It wasn't hitting any of my spots, but the contact and filling alone was a great sensation. I needed it. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he loudly grunted in my ear as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. <br><br> He sighed deeply as he 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">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops." "olderMan: true" "age: 36" "ethnicity: latin">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> not nice enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <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! <<speech "Dude">>"Coming?"<</speech>> He offered. <br><br> I pulled myself tighter against the bean bag chair. He looked at me. He motioned towards the door again. I grabbed tighter, caressing the 'beans' under the fabric. <br><br> And then they were gone. <br><br> All I could do was listen to my breathing. <br><br> If I didn't move, they couldn't find me. <br><br> If they found me, then they couldn't see me. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened">> opened. <br><br> They saw me. <br><br> Two patrol men laughing at me, curled up in the tightest ball I could manage. <br><br> Fuck! <br><br> They could //see// me. <br><br> I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>>. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Was the ''sex''. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face ahego>> 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. <<speech "Dude">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> How did he know my name? <<speech "Dude">>"Come on!"<</speech>> He waved me in. I shook my head. <br><br> Shutting the door again to decline their invitation, I kept up the search. <br><br> Behind one of the last doors came exactly what I was looking for: moans. No sock on the knob, so...I tried it. It was unlocked -- oh shit, they musta been in a <<linkexpand "hurry">> hurry. <br><br> She was ass-up, head-down on the bed, her feet hanging off the edge as he stood behind her and was solidly just plowing away. I didn't recognize either of their asses. <br><br> I stood there, and despite the infiltration of light and my shadow, they just kept going. Ignoring me. <br><br> The wet slapping set that place in my brain a-tingle. My hand was between my thighs before I realized it, standing half in the hallway and playing voyeur. <br><br> They didn't seem to be in a rush anymore, his hands lightly resting on her lower back as his hips hit forward again and again, hilting himself inside her as her body reacted, bucking forward from the firm thrusting. <br><br> She was panting, grabbing handfuls of the sheets. <br><br> I was getting into myself, pushing two fingers deep at the soft clutch inside me. <br><br> I leaned my shoulder against the door frame, pumping my fingers as I watched them and imagined being involved. Either they hadn't noticed and if they did, I risked them stopping. If they //had// noticed, I wasn't invited. <br><br> I kept my hand in time with the sounds and show playing out in front of me, palm pressed against my clit as I held my breath. Quiet, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> Oh. <br><br> I was getting there. <br><br> My shoulder pressed hard against the door jamb. <br><br> I bit into my lip. <br><br> My hand worked erratically. <br><br> I lifted up onto my toes. <br><br> I <<shake 3s>>shuddered<</shake>>. <br><br> I let out the breath, eyes in a haze from the orgasm abating and the beer buzz as I slowed my masturbation and returned to watching them. Maybe a second one... <br><br> Blue and red started flashing across my face, Never had that happen before after I...OH. Shit. <br><br> Spinning lights flickered through the window and across their naked, bouncing bodies. The deep darkness of the night was being destroyed as the police approached from the woods. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I tugged my fingers out a bit too quickly, stumbling back from the doorway. <br><br> They heard that, both turning to look at me but not messing with their rhythm. But then they realized what I had: Cops. I left them to figure things out or finish because I needed to be. on. my. way. <br><br> Welp. Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought it was. And the music was probably too loud. <br><br> Time to get going. Couldn't get caught for myriad reasons. <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom one<<else>>Dad and Mom two<</if>> of them. My age another. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> The tree line? <<contents>> <<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!">> <<speechPC>>"Shit!"<</speechPC>> and I tumbled, thudding //hard// against the thankfully ''soft'' dirt. <br><br> I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds besides the cicadas, my thudding chest, and my heaving breaths. <br><br> I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. <br><br> But the moments lengthened. <br><br> I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground into a careful crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz, waiting 'til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hello?"<</speech>> Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hi. I need--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Cops?"<</speech>> I nodded and he laughed, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Close the fuckin' door then."<</speech>> <br><br> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Hm. You look like you're hiding like that. Come 'ere."<</speech>> He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. <br><br> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"I'm not gonna bite."<</speech>> He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and tugged my shoes <<linkexpand "off">><<feet>> and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"You got a warrant buddy? This is my house."<</speech>> <<speech "Cops">>"We have reasonable cause--"<</speech>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"To wake me up? We've been fuckin sleeping. Get out."<</speech>> And the door closed. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"See?"<</speech>> He chuckled and pulled me tighter, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Should probably wait a bit, though."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You think they're gone?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Dunno."<</speech>> His hand snaked down my body, <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Better to be safe."<</speech>> I gasped as he began to work my zipper open. <br><br> I was horny... <br><br> <div id = "dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> enough. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face ahego>> <<dollRearView>> I wiggled my hips, the <<linkexpand "skirt">><<lower>><<panties>>skirt was lost at the foot of the bed. <br><br> The bed rocked as his weight yanked his own boxers down behind me. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. <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. <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"Shh."<</speech>> ''Thrust.'' <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"The."<</speech>> //Thrust.// <<speech "Julio's Dad">>"cops."<</speech>> He grunted loudly behind me (so much for Shh), one hand from my hips going to hold my face against the mattress. The other hand on my lower back, assuming the position of the other couple. With some adjustments. <br><br> The <<shake>>bed<</shake>> rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. The bedding became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> It was the quintessential drunk hookup. His drunkenness keeping him entirely focused on himself. I wasn't //that// drunk, and I wondered if she had been feeling this way just a few minutes before. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he practically yelled out as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. <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">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops." "olderMan: true" "age: 36" "ethnicity: latin">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> not enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Get lost in the crowd? <<contents>> <<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>>Mom was<<else>>Dad and Mom were<</if>> gone, the mice came out to play. <br><br> I couldn't pass up opportunities like that. Hell, it was an //expectation// for a person with my rep as a party girl to throw a dope party when she had a chance. <br><br> Sure, the clean-up sucked. Doing it hung over and in a rush the next morning might have been a Circle of Hell unmentioned in Dante's Inferno. But I had The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> to help most of the time. Or maybe a hookup or guy who stayed over with someone else might be guilted into a little trash bag duty. <br><br> I could get through the pain, because what mattered was that they didn't know what had happened when they returned. They probably knew. But if they weren't saying anything, then I had done a good enough job making sure that the damage wasn't...permanent? Noticeable? <br><br> Whatever the reason for flying under the radar, I was happy about it, passed out in my bed after too-little sleep and too-much party. <br><br> <div id="mine"> <br><br> A party that //I// threw did exactly what 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 ++>> It was my sacred place -- almost never did anyone violate the sanctum of //my// room. <br><br> The master bed though? Change the sheets. Sorry, Mom. <br><br> The guest? Hide the stain. <br><br> Literally any other room in the house? Hide the underwear left behind. <br><br> But not my room. <br><br> I could scurry off with whomever I was crushing on at the time and no one would miss the host too badly. Sometimes you just needed to get some action. To feel important. To feel wanted. To feel lips pressed against yours. Hands grabbing and grasping like you were life-sustaining. And I got to explore without concern. No one to barge in and catch or interrupt. And I knew every inch of the room. And because it was mine, I controlled when things <<linkreplace "ended.">><<cumSpray mouth>>ended. <br><br> And then I'd rejoin the party, hair and clothes in disarray. But now glowing, flushed and super relaxed. <br><br><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, <<speech "Cop">>"Miss..."<</speech>> he considered my ID, <<speech "Cop">>"<<print $CC.surname>>. Do you have a number that you'd like me to call?"<</speech>> <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, <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Cop">>"So, I'm going to have to pull up your records?"<</speech>> <br><br> My head dropped back against the seat. <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Cop">>"So then what are we going to do here. You don't need me to tell you how much trouble you're in."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I mean..."<</speechPC>> I smacked my lips, trying to find the focus to make an argument, <<speechPC>>"Isn't it the guys who threw the party who are in trouble? I just...partook. There laws against that?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Cop">>"Well, a simple call can let us know how your parents feel about it. That matters more to me right now. That and your safety. You let me deal with the guys who threw this party."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You never did anything like this? Come onnnnn...."<</speechPC>> I reached out, grabbing at his hand, giving it a shake and the biggest, incredulous eyes that I could manage. <br><br> He sighed. <<speech "Cop">>"Man, everyone's making it hard on me tonight, aren't they."<</speech>> He said to no one in particular. <br><br> <div id="cop"> <<crossroads #cop>> <<path>> Convince him for a ride rather than making that call. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"Making you hard?"<</speechPC>> My hand swung from his wrist to his crotch, smiling dumbly up at him with lidded eyes as I inspected his slacks. Not hard, but he was reacting and //would// be. <<speech "Cop">>"W-what are you doing?!"<</speech>> He pushed my hand away. <<speechPC>>"You missed the fun. I think that's why you're upset."<</speechPC>> I swung my knees out of the cruiser door, everything between them on display as I reoriented myself. Sober I might have cared about decency. <<speech "Cop">>"This is //not// how things work."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I bet you won't be angry or upset any more...and you'll get a little bit of the fun, too. What's wrong with that?"<</speechPC>> The weight of his equipment made the belt hard for me to finagle. I scooted forward, trying to get a better angle. He wasn't running away. Instead, he was looking around, as if ensuring no one would see. <br><br> He grabbed my hands, <<speech "Cop">>"L-let...me give you a ride home."<</speech>> His belt was open and I had begun working his zipper. I looked up at him curious, but he was confirming my address from my ID. I shrugged and giggled a bit as he had to waddle with his open belt to get me into the passenger-side rather than the backseat. He didn't bother reclasping the belt even as he made his way to the driver's seat. <br><br> Starting the car, he pulled away from the house party -- much to their delight, a win-win for everyone involved. My head dropped to his lap, ignoring seatbelt laws as well. <br><br> He drove <<linkreplace "slowly">> slowly. <<face drunk runny>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> If he was in no rush, neither was I. I also didn't want to have the night's meal and drinks come up in his lap. I heard 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. <<speechPC>>"Thank you, officer."<</speechPC>> I smiled, stepping out of the cruiser in front of my place, wiping my lips and giving him a little wave goodbye. <<speech "Cop">>"Uh. Y-you're welcome. Now...be safe in the future, okay?"<</speech>> <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 $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry. Can you just...I dunno. Here."<</speechPC>> I pulled out my phone and dialed for him. I sat there, listening to the dial tone as it rang through til it got an answer. <br><br> A groggy, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, it's me."<</speechPC>> I looked up at the cop. He was doing paperwork. He looked so proud of himself. <<speechPC>>"Can you come pick me up?"<</speechPC>> They were not happy. Except that I was safe. He was thanked effusively for his service and apologized to for my bad behavior. He was more than happy to soak up the accolades while I was about to get grounded for life. <br><br> For just having some fun. No one got hurt. <br><br> It didn't matter. I got caught. <br><br> There were no more parties at that house. I never heard what happened to them, but I never really knew them in the first place. <br><br> Didn't stop me from going to other parties. It just meant I had a set of lessons on what //not// to do. And how to avoid fucking cops. Goddamn 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 "Gardener">>"Bonita..."<</speech>> came the old one. <br><br> My body was a little pre-occupied to do anything, <<speechPC>>"N-no touching."<</speechPC>> I tried to wave them off with one hand. <<speech "Gardener">>"Sí, Sí, Sí."<</speech>> The middle-aged one nodded and made a little blocking move with his arms. Content enough with that, I started again. I felt the weight of one of them joining me on the bed as I moaned and breathed hard. <br><br> Hearing their comments about my body, their encouragement, smelling the exhaustion and testosterone of their bodies...it was the best session I'd ever had. <br><br> It was probably the best job they'd 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 $CC.dad == 2>>The family<<else>>Dad's<</if>> office. It was like a sanctuary and the doors were usually closed. I wondered what worlds would present themselves. <br><br> I dropped into the chair casually, as if the approach mattered. Wiggled the mouse...Password. Hm. My birthday? Wow. That was way too easy. <br><br> Travel agent stuff. Trip deals, trying to convince people to spend money. Hotels...K. Boring. What about... <br><br> <<shake>>Gross!<</shake>> Close, close close! I did not want to find that porn folder. Can I scrub my memory? Men in Black? Please? <br><br> Fighting the gag reflex and my better judgment, I trudged on. There sure were a lot of sub-folders. <br><br> Passports, mine...Mom's. Mom's. Mom's? There's a //dozen// of them. Stamps for: UAE, Australia, Indonesia, the Philippines...North Korea?-- <<speech "$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 $CC.dad == 2>>The family<<else>>Dad's<</if>> office. It was like a sanctuary and the doors were usually closed. I wondered what worlds would present themselves. <br><br> I dropped into his chair casually, as if the approach mattered. Wiggled the mouse...Password. Hm. My birthday? Wow. That was way too easy. <br><br> Travel agent stuff. Trip deals, trying to convince people to spend money. Hotels...K. Boring. What about... <br><br> <<shake>>Gross!<</shake>> Close, close close! I did not want to find that porn folder. Can I scrub my memory? Men in Black? Please? <br><br> Fighting the gag reflex and my better judgment, I trudged on. There sure were a lot of sub-folders. <br><br> Passports? The same person has...wait. Who is this woman. Why does she look so much like...me? <<speech "$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>>
<<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.">>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 skirt. <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 <<linkexpand "skirt">><<liftUpDress>> was up around my hips, the guys leaning over the ledge getting not only between my legs <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>of my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>bare mound<<elseif Array("bush", "trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>>hairy mound<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>landing strip<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>manicured womanscape<<else>>stray hairs I missed<</if>> and pink<<else>>of my underwear color of choice of the day<</if>>, but also of my bouncing chest. <br><br> I strained, tugging myself up for leverage, fingertips digging into the meaty flesh of his arm. Eventually, nearing the end, I wasn't proud of my exhausted whimpers, but I was done. I was alive, hauled back up and rolling onto my back as I tossed the can away, panting breathlessly while just leaving the show. I was racked with a near-death experience and recovering from such a weird ask of my body. They cheered me on, circling me and applauding. I laughed, smiled, sighed, smacking my palms against the hot roof in finality. <br><br> I was [[inducted|CC021 - Gang]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> to them. </div>
<<outfit gang>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"What the //fuck// are you wearing?!"<</speech>> She 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 + ".png"`>>"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 + ".png"`>>"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 + ".png"`>>"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>>my mom<<else>>Dad<</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 framed "passage/CC024-Gang.png">> <<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. 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">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<vCardCheck Zayden M "My pussy was peacemaker: Zayden, Flatcoats' Capo, " "age: 20" "ethnicity: latin">> <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. <<speech "Matias">>"You okay?"<</speech>> I nearly fell off the ladder. <br><br> Matias. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Yeah. Thank you."<</speechPC>> His hand steadied the ladder. I worked the box off the shelf. Then cold and prickles went down my back. I was in a <<linkexpand "skirt">> <<liftUpDress>> skirt. <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.isWearingPanties>><<print $CC.name>>'s holes.<<else>>the upskirt performance of the year.<</if>> <br><br> He didn't mention anything. I didn't either. <<speech "Matias">>"Don't be getting yourself killed. Call me over if you're going up a ladder again."<</speech>> 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]]. <</linkexpand>> <<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>> It wasn't glorious, but it was probably the most impactful of my volunteering choices -- at least in the large timescale of the health of the planet. Cleaning up beaches and beside the highway did a lot more for us and the environment than simply making it look nicer. <br><br> Sweaty, dirty and leg-tired, I'd have a crick in my neck from looking down for hours. We'd do little paths and sections at a time to make sure we grabbed everything. It was very methodical. <br><br> And sometimes, we'd be sent out with some convicts from a minimum security prison. So there was a little time for doing guidance and outreach. A little friendliness, a little humanity go a long way. <<image framed "passage/CC021-Volunteer.png">> The guards were far less pleased with it, preferring to feel powerful and treat their charges like mongrels. <br><br> <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 framed "passage/CC022-Volunteer-Shelter.png">> When I came to the shelter, I felt the most actualized out of all my 'good works'. I could affect change one on one, I could see its effects, I could interact with the people who were hurting, who I was helping. <br><br> It certainly wasn't easy, and I could see why people in their situation stayed in their situation. Where were the resources? I certainly wasn't trained, and neither were the people who were being paid -- very little -- to do the work to help, protect, and assist people who were in the most need. <br><br> Some were there because life dealt them the worst hand: families, young people, the elderly. Some were there because of what they had gotten involved in: alcohol and drugs. Some were there because society didn't know what else to do with them: the mentally ill. <br><br> And here we were, just...people...trying to be everything to everyone. The most profound and affecting moment at my time in the shelter -- it sincerely changed me -- was with: <br><br> <div id="shelter"> <<crossroads #shelter>> <<path>> A young mother <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> She came in one weekend with her son, smiling broadly as I brought them to a cot and explained the rules and expectations of our space. <br><br> She assented without a second thought, seemingly overjoyed at what little we had to offer. My heart swelled as I walked away, remarking to myself at how some great deeds are easily done. <br><br> Throughout the rest of the afternoon, while I was seeing to other occupants, logging entry and supplying our closets, something nagged in the back of my brain. And what really set me off is that, for all I've seen and experienced, I was able to move on well enough. Here, I couldn't. <br><br> So, I paid closer attention and that's when I noticed what was triggering me. The son. His reactions, his behavior. So, I waited until she had gone to the bathroom and I spent a few moments with him. <<speechPC>>"Hey there, buddy."<</speechPC>> He wasn't talkative. Not surprising. <<speechPC>>"Everything okay?"<</speechPC>> He shook his head. <<speechPC>>"Why. What's wrong?"<</speechPC>> Nothing. Tears appearing in his eyes. <<speechPC>>"I'm here to help you. Nothing's scary here. Do I look scary?"<</speechPC>> I made a face. <br><br> He laughed, wiping his eyes and shaking his head. <<speech "Kid">>"Dad hurts Mommy."<</speech>> 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. <<speechPC>>"Hey. My name's <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> 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. <<speechPC>>"Here ya go, Joel."<</speechPC>> I patted his cot, safe in the corner. <<speechPC>>"You're new here, aren't you..."<</speechPC>> He shook his head, smiled and patted where I had patted while he sat, <<speechPC>>"Here."<</speechPC>> A couple glances let me know I was safe, so I sat. <br><br> He spent the whole afternoon telling me his story. How he had been wealthy, how it had been stolen out from under him by his partner, and then the remainder by his family. And then what he was left with by his landlord. And then his friends and family were nowhere to be found. And that was twenty years ago. <br><br> The details were particular enough and not forced that I believed him. And vetting it with the other aides -- it was a true story. His resilience astounded me. It was a perfect warning about what people can do to you and how irreparably it can affect your life. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<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 "passage/CC021-Sporty.png">> We were coming up to Districts and the most important games were ahead of us. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I'll be in the bleachers, kiddo."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"I'll be in the bleachers, kiddo."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> smiled, stretching himself out to hold the door unnecessarily for me as I climbed out of the passenger side. <<speechPC>>"I know."<</speechPC>> Returning the smile, I hefted my bag. He was always there, perennial support. It should have felt great, 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, <<speech "Coach Ben">>"<<print $CC.name>>! Get over here!"<</speech>> <br><br> Pelting over, I dumped my bag and got a run-down on the strategy for the <<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. <<speech "Female">>"You got it, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> I slipped on some loose turf, falling right onto my ass. That was a female voice. <br><br> My palms smacked hard 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>>Dad<</if>> any day over inconsistent, disinterested Mom. <br><br> Normally, I would have met up with <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> and grab some gatorade during halftime, but despite how exhausted my muscles were, I wasn't going to risk engaging with her simply for some electrolytes. <br><br> Instead, I dug in with Coach Ben, discussing their tactics and how to best counter them in the next half. We had another forty, fifty minutes. A goal was not insurmountable. <br><br> We hit the field again. I heard him cheer. I heard her cheer. I frowned hard, eyeing the girl who had been dogging me the entire match. <br><br> I came at her hard, again and again. I'd show Mom how good I was, how I'd turn things around, how she should have been supporting me this entire season. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You've got her!"<</speech>> Came another choice encouragement, right as I was engaged. The //worst// timing. <br><br> I roared! Straining every muscle as I drove my body into this bitch. She tumbled. I think I heard something pop. I lurched over her, growling, body heaving 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>>Dad<</if>> ventured, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"She really had it coming."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"She really had it coming."<</speech>><</if>> <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. <<speechPC>>"Shut the fuck up."<</speechPC>> I punched the window. That killed all further conversation. <br><br> And it wasn't just that game...We didn't make it to Districts and I never let her forget it. My silence was vicious. <br><br> Lucky for her, there was always another season, another sport to keep me [[preoccupied|CC022 - Sporty]]. <<path>> She had come? Why did this feel so good? <<contents>> <<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>>Dad<</if>>. She was handing it to me and pulling me close despite the fact that I was drenched, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"She's really giving it to you, isn't she?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"She's really giving it to you, isn't she?"<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> I swigged hard from the cold, blue raspberry flavored water. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Um, thank you for coming."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Rather than respond, she tugged my hair free from the band and helped comb some of the sopping wetness out while I housed the plastic bottle. He worried at my calves which felt amazing. It was like having two personal trainers prepping me for the second half. <br><br> She kissed me on my salty cheek as the whistle blew, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You've got her."<</speech>> I kissed her back on the forehead as I hopped up, bounding down the metal steps, re-energized and ready. <br><br> I did have her. <br><br> We hit the field again. I heard him cheer. I heard her cheer. I smiled, eyeing the girl who had been dogging me the entire match. <<speechPC>>"Ready? Let's go."<</speechPC>> I gave my opponent a little flutter of fingers. I could tell it incensed her. She had beaten me and I was beaming. <br><br> She came at me hard, ready to take me out. She roared! She drove her body into me, but I had a feeling this was coming. My legs tangled, dropping out from under me and I hit the ground like concrete. Even ready for it, that hurt. <br><br> She was lurching over me, growling, chest heaving 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, <<speech "Coach Liam">>"You got this, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> That passer started to lag, just as I expected. The creep of inches became feet. I kicked it into high gear, sprinting out the last eighth of the distance. Passing. Passing. And finished! <br><br> Liam was at the finish line, lifting me 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, <<speech "Coach Liam">>"Keep it up, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> <br><br> As I rounded the final curve, I felt the lactic acid in my legs, I had been going too fast for too long. The other girls began to pass me. Shiiiit... <br><br> When I finally crossed the finish line, I was behind pace. All that extra effort 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, <<speech "Coach Liam">>"We'll [[keep working|CC023 - Sporty]]."<</speech>> <</if>> <<path>> The hurdles <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<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. <<speech "Justin">>"Nice job! <<print $CC.name>>. Higher?"<</speech>> I nodded, taking his hands. <<speechPC>>"[[Higher|CC023 - Sporty]]."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> and over the bar, clean? <br><br> 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. <<speech "Justin">>"Again?"<</speech>> I knew it was probably past my limit, but I nodded, <<speechPC>>"[[Again|CC023 - Sporty]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC023-Sporty-alt.png">> Districts 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 ++>> <<speech "Athlete">>"Oh, uh. H-hello."<</speech>> <<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. <<speechPC>>"Hey there."<</speechPC>> I smiled, warm as the moist air, acting as nonchalant as I could. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I offered a hand, thighs spreading to give a full display while maintaining my ease. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> eyes dropped and mostly stayed there as we chatted the evening away. Tomorrow we'd be competitors, but tonight we got to make a memory. <br><br> 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! <<speech "Umpire">>"<<shake>>Yer<</shake>>...out!"<</speech>> I pumped my arm like I had chambered a shotgun round. The crowd groaned. The batter slammed her bat against the plate. <br><br> My catcher ran pell-mell to be the first to congratulate me. <br><br> I jumped 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! <<speech "Umpire">>"<<shake>>Yer<</shake>>...out!"<</speech>> I pumped my arm like I had chambered a shotgun round. The crowd groaned. The batter slammed her bat against the plate. <br><br> I tore off my mask, dropped my mitt in the dust and charged the mound. I lifted my counterpart in a bear hug laughing as she curled her legs around my chestplate and banged away on the top of my mask. <br><br> Man, 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. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"Last again, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> he'd grunt, every. single. time. as I came through the gate. <br><br> I'd just shake my head and shrug, not sure what other choice I had. <br><br> But sometimes, I did make a difference... <br><br> <<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>>Dad<</if>>. I couldn't appear __too__ keen on the attention, and I had to at least appear passably interested in the sport. <br><br> But I still got to end up in a lap or two, or pulled tight against a guy. <br><br><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>>Dad<</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. <<speech "Guy">>"Still killing us, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> the guys sighed, but were grinning broadly. Probably because they were watching my cleavage, my tensed legs, my body as it rocked back and forth with each throw. <br><br><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 $Stats.Skills['Perception']>> <<face shock>> Something was off. Flames were kicking up as the grease from the meat was dripping through the grate. The guys were not paying attention. I could tell it was moments before the whole thing was aflame. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs and jumped in front of the grill like the best of them. I was a flurry of grab and flick, taking the endangered pork and beef from the open flame and onto the aluminum foil on the folding table beside me. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. I was beginning to cough, but I was determined to save the meat. <<speech "Guy">>"Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!"<</speech>> And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br><br> I didn't care. I wondered how many times I'd have to wash my hair to get the smell out. Barehanded, I grabbed a dog and popped it in a bun. He could fight the fire that was his fault, flames kicking up and probably visible from a few cars down. He was yelling and laughing. Singed and suffering while I walked away from the saved snacks. <br><br> Crises averted, I sprayed my meat with mustard, ketchup and relish. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> I bit into the soft, cool and fluffy bun and tasted the moist explosion of charred flavor in my meat. Fuck. This tasted good. Maybe it was my brush with death that made it taste all the [[sweeter|CC022 - Tailgate][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face shock>> Leaning in, I looked over the offerings. God, my mouth was watering. It smelled so good and was mesmerizing watching the flames licking up higher and higher as the grease fell between the grate. The guys were not paying attention. <br><br><br> I grabbed the tongs figured I should step in, turning the dogs and patties and humming to myself. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. Huh. Was that supposed to happen? I was beginning to cough -- god the smoke was getting really thick. <<speech "Guy">>"Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!"<</speech>> And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area it than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> Brushed aside, stumbling away from the flaming grill as I coughed up a lung. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> Hungry, but happy to not be burnt to a crisp like the meat, I casually dipped my hand inside my seat and grabbed a cold one. No one made any comment as I chugged the thing to cool down and get something in my stomach. I'd get one of the shitty hot dogs inside, but in the meantime, the beer would do the [[trick|CC022 - Tailgate][$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. <<speech "Guy">>"S'allright. Getting better, <<print $CC.name>>. Keep trying."<</speech>> 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 $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> <<face shock>> Something was off. Flames were kicking up as the grease from the meat was dripping through the grate. The guys were not paying attention. I could tell it was moments before the whole thing was aflame. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs and jumped in front of the grill like the best of them. I was a flurry of grab and flick, taking the endangered pork and beef from the open flame and onto the aluminum foil on the folding table beside me. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. I was beginning to cough, but I was determined to save the meat. <<speech "Guy">>"Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!"<</speech>> And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> I didn't care. I wondered how many times I'd have to wash my hair to get the smell out. Barehanded, I grabbed a dog and popped it in a bun. He could fight the fire that was his fault, flames kicking up and probably visible from a few cars down. He was yelling and laughing. Singed and suffering while I walked away from the saved snacks. <br><br> Crises averted, I sprayed my meat with mustard, ketchup and relish. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> I bit into the soft, cool and fluffy bun and tasted the moist explosion of charred flavor in my meat. Fuck. This tasted good. Maybe it was my brush with death that made it taste all the [[sweeter|CC022 - Tailgate][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face shock>> Leaning in, I looked over the offerings. God, my mouth was watering. It smelled so good and was mesmerizing watching the flames licking up higher and higher as the grease fell between the grate. The guys were not paying attention. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs figured I should step in, turning the dogs and patties and humming to myself. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. Huh. Was that supposed to happen? I was beginning to cough -- god the smoke was getting really thick. <<speech "Guy">>"Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!"<</speech>> And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area it than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> Brushed aside, stumbling away from the flaming grill as I coughed up a lung. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> Hungry, but happy to not be burnt to a crisp like the meat, I casually dipped my hand inside my seat and grabbed a cold one. No one made any comment as I chugged the thing to cool down and get something in my stomach. I'd get one of the shitty hot dogs inside, but in the meantime, the beer would do the [[trick|CC022 - Tailgate][$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. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"There you are!"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"There you are!"<</speech>><</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> waved me over, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Got lost again?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Got lost again?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"You know, you're supposed to be a little more concerned than this." <</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Why? Gonna disappear on me?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Why? Gonna disappear on me?"<</speech>><</if>> <br> I hugged him tight, <<speechPC>>"Nah."<</speechPC>> <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. <<speechPC>>"Uh, he-hello?"<</speechPC>> 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> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh. H-hi. You're--"<</speechPC>> He smiled, nodding. <<speech "Erron">>"Erron. How'd you get down here?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I. Have....no idea?"<</speechPC>> I laughed, trying to keep my eyes up. Now I knew why guys had such a hard time. Really wasn't their fault, I guess. Just an instinctive thing to look when you could. <<speech "Erron">>"Well, you're going to stick out like a sore thumb around here. Gonna be pretty obvious you're outta place."<</speech>> He laughed. He was the 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. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, probably. I was...trying to..."<</speechPC>> I broke off, not wanting to give any excuse to cut this short, <<speechPC>>"I'm //such// a fan."<</speechPC>> I tugged at my shirt, as if he couldn't tell I was an Auburn fan. <<speech "Erron">>"Yeah. I can tell. What's your name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> It exploded from my mouth. I was fangirling. His smile said he could tell. He didn't mind. <br><br><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>>Dad<</if>> texted me, I barely thought twice before telling him not to worry. I had 'met some friends' and would be getting a ride back with them. <br><br> And Erron was nice enough to do that, even though there was a bus waiting for him and I wasn't going in the same direction as the rest of the team. I got to spend the rest of the day with him and get personally dropped off at home by one of the best players in college football. And. He. Signed. My. Jersey! <br><br><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> Mom begged me to stop going out there as we were nursing another sprained ankle or my cut-up hands. But that made me want to go out again next weekend. Everyone out there was as serious as I was. Hiking was supposed to be difficult. There's a reason trail and trial 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>><<speechPC>>"What the //FUCK// are you doing?!"<</speechPC>><</shake>> <br><br> A yelp and the dog went running off. The poor little mutt practically falling flat on his stomach 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.isWearingPanties>><<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.isWearingPanties>><<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.isWearingPanties>><<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. <<speech "Ranger">>"Excuse me."<</speech>> I practically flew off the edge of the log where I had been sitting, my drink tumbling into the dirt and beginning to belch its contents into the thirsty forest floor. <<speechPC>>"Y-yes?"<</speechPC>> It was a park ranger and my stomach dropped. <<speech "Ranger">>"Do you have your camping permit?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"My...what?"<</speechPC>> He nodded and pulled out a ticket book, walking around the site and beginning to document what he saw, <<speechPC>>"Wait, wait. I'm sorry. It's my first time here, I guess I...missed a ranger on the way in?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He looked me over. Maybe my age, maybe how I looked, maybe because I was alone...he nodded, <<speech "Ranger">>"$50 for a camping permit. Can't just have any and everyone posting up out here."<</speech>> I scrambled for some cash and quickly handed it to him. <<speechPC>>"Of course, I honestly just didn't know or didn't see it. I wasn't--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ranger">>"I know. Also, please take care of that fire. I don't see anything nearby to put it out."<</speech>> <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>> <<getTanned>> I slipped into the cool water of the pond and gasped -- why is it always colder than you expect? My nipples hardened instantly as my skin pulled taut and 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> <<speech "Madame Demianova">>"Alright. Enough. <<print $CC.name>>. I'm having recital. What will you play?"<</speech>> I had a choice? This was new. I tried to fight the excited smile that was starting to dance across my face. <br><br> <div id="piano"> <<crossroads #piano>> <<path>> Classical? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> It pleased her immensely, I could tell. And I guess it was what was expected of people playing piano at a recital. Some Chopin would do the trick. <br><br> She dug out her musty library of Chopin and we proceeded to work through the choices. I think she enjoyed it most getting to play each piece, even the easily recognizable ones -- but it was all to give me a taste of what they were. <br><br><br> It was a rare release and opportunity for her, so I sipped tea and gave my fingers [[a rest|CC021 - Piano][$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][$CC.makeIt = 2]]. <<path>> Popular? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <br><br> I think she nearly dropped dead. Disappointment rang clear in her expression. But it also didn't look like something she hadn't heard before. <br><br> She wouldn't fight me on it, which was honorable of her and I was thankful for that at least -- I don't know if I could stand up to her resilient, austere presence. <<speech "Madame Demianova">>"Fine. Bring it Thursday."<</speech>> And with that, we adjourned early. Probably so she could scream when I left. <br><br><br> I went through my playlists, seeing what songs I liked and checking to see if I could find sheet music...and if it could even be played by a piano. Wow. Finding something good and usable was going to be harder than I [[thought|CC021 - Piano][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Piano.png">> Mom 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> Mom and <<print $CC.FName>> pulled me tight and told me how great I did. It felt good, but they were my family. They were going to say that <<linkexpand "no matter what.">> no matter what. <br><br><br> At home, the question became whether or not I wanted to continue pursuing it. I pushed off the decision. High School had a lot to offer, especially for my free time. Maybe take some time away, maybe not practice as much, maybe drop it 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, <<speechPC>>"Uh, y-yeah?"<</speechPC>> looking up at -- oh, it was Oliver from my stats class. <<speech "Oliver">>"Oh, sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, h-how's it going?"<</speech>> An unsure motion towards the open textbook. Well, at least it wasn't being disturbed just because, ya know, I was a girl and that's what guys did. <<speechPC>>"Eh, fine. This binomial stuff kinda escapes me."<</speechPC>> He nodded, dropping into the seat across from me. Just an average dude, but he gave a Reddit mod vibe. <<speech "Oliver">>"//Totally//. __Confusing__ stuff."<</speech>> He nodded, his eyes not on the textbook, even though I was clothed for the brutal AC. <br><br> <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 runny>> <br><br> Pushing my work aside, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, too confusing for me. Whatcha doin here?"<</speechPC>> I leaned forward, letting the edge of the table and my forearms press up on my breasts. <br><br> He noticed. I could see his wheels turning as he tried to process how much of this was on purpose versus accidental. How many standard deviations...I coughed to get him to focus, <<speech "Oliver">>"Oh, honestly?"<</speech>> He tugged at his collar comically, and not as a joke, <<speech "Oliver">>"You're here pretty much every weekend? It's really admirable."<</speech>> <br><br> So he had been waiting for his opening. I mulled it over as I saw him faltering, worried he'd overreached, <<speechPC>>"Well, thanks! Yeah, gotta keep the grades up."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, swallowing, thankful that the silence had been broken, <<speech "Oliver">>"Oh, I'm sure you do fine."<</speech>> He smiled, grateful for my attention despite the age difference. <<speech "Librarian">>"SHHHHH!"<</speech>> 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, <<speechPC>>"Guess we're being too loud."<</speechPC>> I whispered. <br><br> He leaned forward too, letting his hand take my wrist, <<speech "Oliver">>"Should we take our loud selves somewhere else?"<</speech>> I left my bag and work exactly where they were, moving off into the stacks with him, talking in hushed tones and giggles and up to the areas that weren't used much during the week and not at all during off-times like this. <br> We still kept quiet, fumbling around in the dark corners of the library, skirting work. Look. Spending this much time focused on work makes any opportunity look [[like gold|CC022 - Read]]. <<path>> ...or get a free tutor session. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> Pushing my work aside, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, too confusing for me. Whatcha doin here?"<</speechPC>> I leaned forward, letting the edge of the table and my forearms press up on my breasts. <br><br> He noticed. I could see his wheels turning as he tried to process how much of this was on purpose versus accidental. How many standard deviations...I coughed to get him to focus, <<speech "Oliver">>"Oh, honestly?"<</speech>> He tugged at his collar comically, and not as a joke, <<speech "Oliver">>"You're here pretty much every weekend? It's really admirable."<</speech>> <br><br> So he had been waiting for his opening. I mulled it over as I saw him faltering, worried he'd overreached, <<speechPC>>"Well, thanks! Yeah, gotta keep the grades up."<</speechPC>> He nodded, swallowing, thankful that the silence had been broken, <<speech "Oliver">>"Oh, I'm sure you do fine."<</speech>> He smiled, grateful for my attention despite the age difference. <<speech "Librarian">>"SHHHHH!"<</speech>> both of us ducked instinctively as if a firearm had gone off. Admonished, I leaned back and pulled the textbook in front of me, <<speechPC>>"Shit. Mind just like...helping me understand all this?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, 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, <<speech "Dillon">>"Good mood, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Jeez, Dillon. You'd have given someone else a heart attack. Where...where are you?"<</speechPC>> Stepping down the aisles with my head on a swivel, I searched for our Teacher's Assistant. Then I caught a flash of a hand waving to me from the projector room. <br><br> With a quick little skip up the steps, I spun around the doorframe, <<speechPC>>"Whatcha doin' in here? Couldn't have said hi when I literally walked in...right there?"<</speechPC>> The door behind me had barely come to a halt from when I had arrived. <br><br> He shrugged and leaned back in the squeaking old chair, his feet up, <<speech "Dillon">>"Was busy watching YouTube. World Chess Championship is serious business."<</speech>> I hopped up, sitting on the desk, an arm lightly curled around his beat-up New Balances, dropping my paper in front of him. <<speechPC>>"Early submission, extra credit, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Dillon">>"Like you need it. So skipping the final class huh?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Dillon">>"What're you going to get up to instead?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//Not// chess. Dork."<</speechPC>> He shrugged, his eyes instinctively checking my legs as they dangled. <<speech "Dillon">>"Well, it's the Prof tonight, not me. So I can leave this for him and we can celebrate together instead."<</speech>> I had to admire his confidence. <br><br> <div id="lastnight"> <<crossroads #lastnight>> <<path>> Chilling with my TA...better than hang with the Boys? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sure, whatcha wanna do?"<</speechPC>> The response was quick and he definitely appreciated the lack of consideration. His feet dropped back to the floor, hand tucking the phone into his pocket. <<speech "Dillon">>"Let's get an early start, what'd'ya say."<</speech>> He collected the paper from in front of him, making the decision for us as we headed out of the projector room. With a lazy flourish, he dropped my final on the lectern and gave me a little bump and smile, <<speech "Dillon">>"Let's get outta here."<</speech>> <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 -->> <<speechPC>>"Actually, I already made plans...sorry."<</speechPC>> I gave him a flat smile, raised eyebrows like I truly felt bad for the excuse. <br><br> He nodded, shrugged and looked back to the black and white squares on his phone, <<speech "Dillon">>"Course. No worries. I'll make sure to get your assignment submitted."<</speech>> <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> <<speechPC>>"Thanks. Been a fun class!"<</speechPC>> sliding off the desk and turning to head out. <<speech "Dillon">>"Have fun tonight."<</speech>> A slight peek over my shoulder I caught him eyeing me as I left. Yep. It had been a tactic and I had crushed his hopes. <br><br><br> I just hoped he didn't try and get back at me by not turning in my final. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Job.png">> As soon as I could, I jumped at the opportunity to make a little Skrilla on the side. It would give me some freedom to 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. <<speech "Deborah">>"So. <<print $CC.name>>. First job, eh? Getting a jump on everyone else your age...that's good."<</speech>> Deborah scanned the sparse entries on my application while talking essentially to herself. <<speech "Deborah">>"So. I've got an opening at reception."<</speech>> <br><br> <div id = "placement"> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> My initial reaction: <<speechPC>>"Really? I was thinking server."<</speechPC>> Deb <<link "flushed.">><<replace "#placement">> Deb flushed. A stern gaze. A showdown at high...three PM... <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 6>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 3>> <<face happy>> <<speech "Deborah">>"Well, there might be a shift or two we could have you do a trial run."<</speech>> I beamed as I slid out of the booth, <<speech "Deborah">>"See you [[this weekend|CC021 - Job]]."<</speech>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face angry>> <<speech "Deborah">>"I appreciate your pluck, but now's not the time. We have a full staff of servers. See you this weekend for your first shift at the door."<</speech>> She slid out of the booth, leaving me unceremoniously alone. Well, at least [[I tried|CC021 - Job]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>..." but did I say those words or <<link "take what I could get">><<replace "#placement">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speech "Deborah">>"Perfect. Just show up on time, look nice, smile and keep our servers happy and you'll do great. Look forward to seeing you this weekend!"<</speech>> I nodded and slid out of the booth, it sounded straight-forward and [[simple enough|CC021 - Job]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, okay. Yeah that sounds good."<</speechPC>> Deborah <<link "smiled">><<replace "#placement">> <<speech "Deborah">>"Perfect. Just show up on time, look nice, smile and keep our servers happy and you'll do great. Look forward to seeing you this weekend!"<</speech>> I nodded and slid out of the booth, it sounded straight-forward and [[simple enough|CC021 - Job]]. <</replace>><</link>>" <</if>> </div> <<path>> Join the legions of Dashers and ''do deliveries''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 1>> Enlisting was insanely simple, just upload a picture of your ID, give them access to my location on my phone, and switch on or off the "Deliver" button. There were a litany of terms and conditions, legal blah blah, and eventually my eyes glazed over and I just hit Accept. Seemed easy enough. I grabbed my bike and got ready to help out some [[lazy asses for cash|CC021 - Job]]. <<path>> Or there was always ''retail''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 2>> I walked the corridors of the slowly dying dinosaur of the mall, tossing some applications around, receiving some perfunctory interviews and then returned home. A day later Mom let me know that an Abercrombie had called to let me know I was hired and to show up [[this weekend|CC021 - Job]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Job-Traffic.png">> Oh boy. Dodging traffic must have been in those terms and conditions. I had a near-miss every single time I set out on my bike. <br><br> Narrowly missing an opening door, or a car changing lanes, 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 framed "passage/CC021-Job-Mannequin.png">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I heard stories about what the store used to be: shirtless guys and scantily clad girl 'models' outside, inside, drawing in the eyes and shoppers. I mean, I doubt they were upset to have me on the floor, but there weren't those kinds of standards about what I wore. Hell, 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 <<image framed "passage/CC023-Restaurant-Interior.png">> */ Ida's was a pretty lazy spot and didn't prove to be too difficult to manage clientele. Yawn. But people always had to complicate things. <br><br> Let me be clear: men, dining, had to complicate things. You think it'd be simple, just take their order, bring it over, bring the check, next. Nope. It was a delicate balance of being available, but not //that// kind of available, or a ''hint'' of being available so they'd tip better. And then some would try and push the envelope. <br><br> Russell, regular and local...not __quite__ drunk...took a shine to me and began to ask for my section. His eyes would light up on my approach, and probably brighter when I was walking away. What began as a simple and normal dining experience became more conversational and I felt more trapped. <br><br> <div id="serving"> 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 ++>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, Russ!"<</speechPC>> 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, <<speechPC>>"I am not dealing with this harassment."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Her Adam's apple visibly bounced, <<speech "Deborah">>"Well...<<print $CC.name>>"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, Deb. You want me working here? I'm not a stripper."<</speechPC>> <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 <<image framed "passage/CC023-Restaurant-HostStand.png">> */ 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, <<speechPC>>"Sir, let me get this table prepared for you -- my apologies that it wasn't ready right away."<</speechPC>> It wasn't dirty, but it hadn't fully been set. It seemed to be a good enough reason and he leaned against the edge of the booth, pulling out his phone while I had a moment to cut off Lydia. <br><br> In hushed tones, <<speechPC>>"I'll give you the next //two// tables, kay? It's Thom...you know how he is."<</speechPC>> I could tell she was fuming, her jaw working side to side as she considered the offer, <<speech "Lydia">>"Three. He's not that good of a tipper anyway."<</speech>> She turned before I could counter...with two and a half? I'd make it work. <br><br> I returned, 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, <<speechPC>>"Sir...how about...here..."<</speechPC>> moving slightly and gesturing to the nearest table in Lydia's section. He pulled out his phone and passed me, dropping into his booth, <<speech "Thom">>"This table needs bread and olive oil."<</speech>> <br><br> With gritted teeth, back tensed, I walked away to grab the final touches of the table setting. Lydia had already corralled Deb. <<speech "Lydia">>"She's doing it //again//, Deborah. She never seats us in the right order. It's her //job//, her //only// job."<</speech>> <br><br> Deborah reached out before I could pass on my way to get the bread and I was brought right into the scuffle: <<speech "Deborah">>"<<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm s-sorry, but, it's Thom, you know how he is."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Lydia stared down Deb, arms crossed, <<speech "Deborah">>"This is your last strike. Don't make me tell you again."<</speech>> She released my arm with a flick of her wrist. Anger dissipated from Lydia and swelled within me. I'd have to figure out a way to <<link "make this work">><<replace "#host">> 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 $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I may have had a few indiscretions, but it was fun and exciting. <<else>> I avoided any entanglements, just to keep things easier when I was working. <</if>> <br><br> It was the most unexpected part of [[working at Ida's|CC022 - Job]] and the biggest added benefit. <</replace>><</link>>, because I wasn't about to get fired. <</if>> </div> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Job.png">> Extra cash kinda burns a hole in your pocket, doesn't it? Well, better to have and use it than not have it. Society certainly didn't emphasize saving and investment at my age -- thinking about retirement? I wasn't ever gonna die, let alone get old. So it was time to make it rain. <br><br> It was a little part of what made me...me. And the cash? I spent my hard-earned bills on: /* Clothes (Needed): extra default outfit */ <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$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"); run $Closet.pushUnique(yoga)]]>> ''Classes'' at the gym. Pilates, Yoga, HIIT, I got fit. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$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 ++>> <<getTanned>> <<outfit lifeguard>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<image framed "passage/cc.beach.png">> Evening is always my favorite time at the beach. The sun dips low and the sky goes all soft and golden, the clouds breaking up into uneven colors. It feels calmer then, like everything finally shuts up for a minute. <br><br> It's dangerous out there, but don't worry. Lifeguard <<print $CC.name>> is on duty. <br><br> Sunscreen? Check. Sexy hips? <<if $Stats.Bodytraits.includes("ass")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> //Apparently.// Check! <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> //I wish//. Bathing suits sure show your assets, but also highlight your deficiencies. <</if>> A tight uniform that looks like it came straight out of an old Baywatch movie? Check. <br><br> You know what they don't teach you in those dull training videos? <br><br> The way your body becomes hyperaware of itself when you're walking around half-naked. Every step, every breath, every movement feels very... distracting. Hard not to be, when there's basically nothing between you and the world but red fabric and confidence you're still pretending to have. <br><br> And yeah, I notice people noticing. Mostly guys. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Ugh. Why does it have to be the //guys//. <<else>> Which...I don't mind. <</if>> Some try to be subtle, some don't bother at all. Sunglasses make them think they're sneaky, but it isn't exactly a mystery where their attention is. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Bodytraits.includes("tits")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Adjust a strap, roll my shoulders back, and figure if they're going to stare anyway, I might as well not fight it. <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> Adjust a strap, roll my shoulders forward, try and hide what momma didn't give me, tell myself it's just part of the job. <</if>> <br><br> The annoying part is how much I don't hate it. <br><br> The <<linkexpand "best part?">> best part... <br><br> <<speech>>"I love the view."<</speech>> <<speech>>"Yeah. I might start coming here every weekend."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Attention Seeking">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> <<face mischevious>> There's something about catching someone looking and knowing exactly why. About standing there exposed, uniform tight and hot, like I've been put on display. I tell myself to focus on the water, to stay professional—but every now and then, I let myself enjoy it. <br><br> Just a little. Like I'm in on the joke. <<else>> <<face confused>> I don't get it. I know they're looking. <br><br> I don't //want// them to be looking. It's gross. It's not why I'm here in the first place... <br><br> I'm purposefully trying to show as ''little'' as possible. It's a //one-piece//, for crying out loud. <</if>> <br><br> Knowing men, I wonder how long it takes before looking turns into something else. <br><br> And let's be real, it's not like anyone's paying attention to anything else anyway. Not their safety, not their growing sunburn... <br><br> They're all busy staring at me wondering what's underneath tiny little pieces of fabric. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> So you might as well just give them a show, right? Walk a little slower, swing those hips a little harder, play with the strings of that top a little longer...yeah, that's definitely going to make them forget about the fact that you're basically wearing [[nothing|CC021 - Beach]]. <<else>> So I hunch a bit lower, tuck my feet up in the chair. Throw on a pair of sweats whenever possible. Try to make myself as small as possible, hoping they'll just get the hint and stop staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. <br><br> Yeah, look at someone else who actually //is// wearing basically [[nothing|CC021 - Beach]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit lifeguard>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Beach.png">> <div id="beach"> The beach, more crowded than usual. Towels packed close, kids screaming somewhere behind me, the sun doing its best to cook everyone evenly. Me included. //Shit.// <<speechPC>>"Yeah...I think I'm gonna need more sunscreen for—"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Excuse me."<</speech>> I turned. <br><br> Mid-forties, maybe. Sun-worn skin. Graying temples. Slicked back hair. The kind of man who still thinks he's got it—because sometimes, inconveniently, he does. <<speech "Older Man">>"Are you the one posted here?"<</speech>> //The tight ''uniform'' doesn't give it away?// <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Just a part-time gig."<</speechPC>> At least the sunscreen's free. <br><br> He nodded, eyes flicking over me like he was pretending //not// to do ''exactly'' that. <<speech "Older Man">>"Just wanted to check if this area's safe."<</speech>> His hand moved when he shifted his weight. A flash on his finger. <br><br> There it is. A ring. <<speechPC>>"Safe enough,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"As long as you don't swim past the buoys."<</speechPC>> He smiled. Not big--just enough. The kind that hung there like he was waiting to see if I'd play along. <<speech "Older Man">>"Good to know."<</speech>> Yeah. <br><br> This wasn't about the water. <br><br> Just a little chat wouldn't offend anyone...Right? Or...maybe its more trouble than its worth. <<crossroads #beach>> <<path>> Chat him up. <<contents>> <<face mischievous>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> The sun hung low and bright. Heat pressed in from every direction. I felt sweat slip between my shoulders, the suit sticking between my thighs as I shifted -- forward, into the attention. <<speech "Older Man">>"You work here often?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sometimes. This is my last shift, actually."<</speechPC>> Soon, but not day. A half lie, but one that might get him to either back off -- or shoot his shot. Polite smile. The safe one. <<speech "Older Man">>"Oh."<</speech>> He sounded disappointed. He stepped a little closer—just enough to be out of the foot traffic. <<speech "Older Man">>"That's a shame. We just— I mean, I just— found this place. Hard not to notice it."<</speech>> His eyes drifted. Not subtle. Not so apologetic either. <<speechPC>>"Yeah,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"It gets attention."<</speechPC>> He smiled at that. The kind that assumes too much--and somehow gets away with it. <<speech "Older Man">>"You make it look easy."<</speech>> I laughed, short. <<speechPC>>"Standing around in the sun all day? Very glamorous."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Older Man">>"Mm."<</speech>> Tilting his head, he seemed to be actually considering me. <<speech "Older Man">>"Standing, sure. But you know people are watching."<</speech>> I should've stepped back. <br><br> I didn't. <<speechPC>>"Comes with the uniform,"<</speechPC>> I said instead. <<speechPC>>"People look."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Older Man">>"Do you mind?"<</speech>> There it was. Shots fired. <br><br> Shifting my weight again, the suit pulled tight, chest and crotch. The fabric did me no favors -- or all the favors. I felt it. I could see he felt it too. <<speechPC>>"Depends,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"Most days."<</speechPC>> His gaze lingered. Dropping and coming back up like he was daring me to call him on it. The ring flashing again as he adjusted his trunks. Uncomfortable? Or just showing off the ring so I knew? <<speech "Older Man">>"Must get tiring,"<</speech>> he said quietly. <<speech "Older Man">>"Being on display."<</speech>> I met his eyes this time. Held them a while longer than I should. <<speechPC>>"I manage."<</speechPC>> Something in his smile changed. Wider. Satisfied. <<speech "Older Man">>"Good,"<</speech>> he said. <<speech "Older Man">>"Wouldn't want to be a bother."<</speech>> //Is it getting hotter out here or is it just me?// <<speech "Older Man">>"Anyway, I should get back."<</speech>> He shifted, <<speech "Older Man">>"Call me if you need anything"<</speech>> Right... <br><br> I watched him walk off, ring and all--cute butt for a guy his age--then, finally, found my view of the water again. My job. <br><br> //Cool. Very professional. Definitely not thinking about that anymore. Ten out of ten lifeguarding.// <br><br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<skillChecked "Seeking Attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention lt 2>> No big deal. Just another day on the beach. If my face felt extra-warm. Probably just the sun. //Definitely// the sun. <<else>> Homewrecker <<print $CC.name>>. It had a nice ring -- ha! -- to it, right? <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> Just a normal conversation. With a married guy. Who was flirting. In public. Whatever. //Focus on the water, <<print $CC.name>>.// <<else>> I just hope nobody noticed how I wet my uniform down there. Today, I still think about him from time to time and try and figure out what was going on in his head. <</if>> [[Oh well.|CC022 - Beach]]. <<path>> Excuse myself. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<face worried>> The sun kept getting hotter, despite the late hour, reminding me that I needed...Sunscreen? Yeah. Sunscreen. <<speechPC>>"Ex-excuse me, I need to grab something real quick."<</speechPC>> I didn't wait for a response. I hurried straight for the lifeguard stand, pretending I forgot something important enough to justify speed-walking. He probably didn't mind watching me leave. Ugh. Why was I still thinking about him? <br><br> Not today, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> [[Not today|CC022 - Beach]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit lifeguard>> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].F.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A bandstand/contest platform on the beach with a banner about a bikini contest. <<image framed "passage/CC022-Beach_platform.png">> */ <div id="beachGroup"> Andrew bitched before we even hit the sand. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Remind me why we're here again?"<</speech>> Sand burning underfoot. Already. <br><br> Late afternoon sun beating down, air sticky with coconut sunscreen and fryer grease from those packed food stalls. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Dude, the view."<</speech>> Ethan grinned at the beach volleyball court. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> shoved his shoulder. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Fresh air, man. When's the last time you left your room?"<</speech>> The sun caught <<print $CC.friend1>>'s hair, turned it almost gold. I looked away. Not in a thing way. <br><br> Just—bright. <br><br> Annoying. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"So this is where you work?"<</speech>> He asked, squinting at the lifeguard tower. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. It's pretty chill, honestly. Pay's decent, I mostly just walk around. Oh, and free sunscreen."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Wait, the beer's free too?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> perked up. <<speechPC>>"For the event, yeah. They gave us like, six crates."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Okay, this job fucks actually."<</speech>> I smiled, peeling the label on my bottle. Small <<linkexpand "victories.">> victories. <br><br> The beach was packed—families with coolers, kids screaming at the water, someone's speaker blasting reggaeton three umbrellas over. <br><br> The volleyball tournament had drawn a crowd. Mostly guys, obviously <br><br>. I'd been walking around in this uniform all morning. Red catching eyes whether I wanted it to or not. The fabric stretched warm and damp against my skin. <br><br> Every step. <br><br> Like I needed the reminder. <br><br> I didn't. <br><br> My hip knew. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Yo, what's this? Scavenger hunt?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> held up a brochure from one of the tents. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, they've got a bunch of stuff going on."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh shit, we should do it."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> lit up. Andrew groaned. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"That sounds like the lamest thing I've ever heard."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Bro, you finally touch grass and you wanna just... sit there?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> shot back, laughing. Ethan nodded. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"He's got a point."<</speech>> Andrew shoved <<print $CC.friend1>> hard enough to make him stumble. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"I've been to a beach before, fuck you."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"When, middle school?"<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yeah, I'm gonna sit this one out too,"<</speech>> He said, leaning back on his elbows like he'd already won something. I raised an eyebrow. <<speechPC>>"You mean you're gonna keep staring at the volleyball girls."<</speechPC>> He grinned wider. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I can multitask."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> snorted. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You really can't though."<</speech>> Then Ethan's eyes slid over to me. Slow. Deliberate. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Damn, <<print $CC.name>>. They make you wear that, or did you volunteer?"<</speech>> And just like that, I was aware of every //inch// of my skin. <br><br> The way the suit cut. The fabric stretched tight across my chest. How much of my leg was showing. <br><br>. The way his eyes paused. <br><br> My skin felt hot—hotter than the sun had made it. I could feel exactly where the elastic licked against my hips <br><br>. I didn't adjust it. That'd be worse. Admitting he got to me. <<speechPC>>"Fuck off, Ethan."<</speechPC>> He grinned. <br><br> But the heat lingered for a <<linkexpand "bit.">> bit. <br><br> Ethan just smiled. That lazy, unbothered smile that made me want to throw my beer at him. <<print $CC.friend1>> cleared his throat. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Anyway," he said. "You coming, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> I blinked. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"The scavenger hunt. <<print $CC.FFriend>>'s gonna need backup when things inevitably get too competitive."<</speech>> He was already standing, brushing sand off his shorts. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You //are// competitive,"<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"I'm appropriately competitive."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You cried during Monopoly."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"That was one time and you fucking bankrupted me on purpose—"<</speech>> I laughed before I could stop myself <br><br>. <<print $CC.friend1>>'s eyes flicked to me. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Come on, It'll be fun."<</speech>> There was an openness to it. Like he actually wanted me there. <br><br> I glanced at <<print $CC.FFriend>>. She was already nodding, grinning like this was the best idea anyone had ever had. <br><br> Then I looked at Ethan and Andrew—still sprawled on the sand like they'd melted into it. <br><br> Ethan was watching the volleyball court again. <br><br> Andrew had his phone out, probably already ignoring all of us. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I mean, you could stay,"<</speech>> Ethan said, eyes still locked in the volleyball match. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"We're gonna grab more beer in a bit. Maybe hit the water."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"By 'hit the water' you mean sit here and stare at people's swimsuits,"<</speechPC>> He shrugged. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I contain multitudes."<</speech>> Andrew snorted. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFriend>> was already walking toward the registration tent, calling over her shoulder. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>, I'm signing us up! You have like thirty seconds to decide!"<</speech>> <<crossroads #beachGroup>> <<path>> Scavenger hunt. <<contents>> Running around the beach with <<print $CC.friend1>> and <<print $CC.FFriend>> like we were twelve, probably losing because <<print $CC.friend1>> was too competitive and <<print $CC.FFriend>> would get distracted by every dog she saw. Wholesome. Safe. The kind of thing where I could pretend I wasn't aware of the way <<print $CC.friend1>> looked at me sometimes. <br><br> One sand. Two sands. Three sands. <br><br> I counted the sands while we sat there, catching our breath. Stupid thing to do. Not sure why I always do that. <br><br> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Dude, remember when I thought I was gonna be a pro surfer?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> said, squinting at the water. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFriend>> snorted. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You ate shit on your first wave and cried."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"I didn't cry. I had sand in my eye."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You had sand in your eye for like twenty minutes?"<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"It was a lot of sand."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You were sobbing, dude. Your mom had to carry you back to the car."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> shoved her shoulder, grinning. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"That's not how I remember it."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"That's because you've rewritten history to protect your fragile masculinity."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"I was eight."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Exactly. Peak fragile masculinity age."<</speech>> I laughed. Couldn't help it. They had this thing—years of it. Same insults. Same fights. God, I kind of love it. <br> <br> The way <<print $CC.FFriend>> snort-laughed. <<print $CC.friend1>>'s hair catching the light, turning it almost gold again. Why did I keep noticing his hair? Stupid. <br><br> The salt drying on my skin. The sand stuck to my calves. The stupid scavenger hunt list crumpled in <<print $CC.FFriend>>'s fist. <br><br> I wasn't even sure why I wanted to remember this. But I <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"C'mon guys, build faster."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> didn't look up from the lopsided tower she was patting into shape. <<speech "FFriend.png">> "Hold on, you're gonna destroy it."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"If we don't finish the sandcastle quick, we won't win."<</speech>> I shoved another handful of wet sand onto the base. <<speechPC>>"In case you missed the obvious, we're still on our third task."<</speechPC>> <<print $CC.friend1>> shot me a look. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"In case you stop bitching, we could finish it quicker."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm bitching now?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Constructive criticism,"<</speech>> he said, grinning. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"That's not what constructive means."<</speechPC>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> sat back on her heels, squinting at our creation. It looked like a sand tumor. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I think it's... done?"<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"It's not done, it doesn't even have a—"<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh, wait."<</speech>> She pulled out the crumpled task list, scanning it. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It says we have to take a photo of it."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Let's go then."<</speech>> He was already standing, brushing sand off his hands. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"C'mon, group selfie."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's gonna look like shit in the photo."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"That's the point."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> laughed, already moving into position. <<print $CC.friend1>> crouched next to the sandcastle, gesturing for me to get in the frame. <br><br> I hesitated. Just a second. Then I dropped down next to him. <br><br> He held his phone out, arm stretching to fit all three of us in. His arm hooked over my shoulders casually so I wouldn't fall back into the sand. <br><br> Friendly. <br><br> But I noticed. <br><br> The weight of it. The warmth through my still-damp uniform. How his hand rested just above my shoulder blade. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Say 'we're losing!'"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We're losing!"<</speechPC>> <<print $CC.friend1>> and I said in unison, and he snapped the photo. <br><br> He pulled his arm back. Checked the picture. Laughed. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"We look fucking ridiculous."<</speechPC>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> leaned over to see. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh my god, your face, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My expression was caught mid-laugh, eyes half-closed, hair a mess from the wind. <<print $CC.friend1>> was grinning. <<print $CC.FFriend>> had her tongue out. <br><br> We looked... happy. <br><br> Were we happy? I think I was happy. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> was already moving on, scanning the list for the next task. <<print $CC.FFriend>> was taking her own photo of the sandcastle, narrating it like a documentary. <br><br> I was always half a step outside with them. <br><br> Not in a bad way. Just—they had their thing. I had mine. <br><br> Except I didn't know what mine was <<linkexpand "yet.">> yet. We came in seventh. <br><br> Out of eight teams. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Technically, we beat someone."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> said, reading the results off someone's clipboard. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"They didn't even finish."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Still counts."<</speech>> I laughed. Couldn't help it. We'd spent two hours running around like idiots for a participation certificate and a coupon for free fries at the snack bar. <br><br> Worth it, <<linkexpand "maybe.">> maybe. We walked back toward where we'd left Ethan and Andrew, sand crunching underfoot. The sun was lower now, turning everything orange and hazy. <<print $CC.FFriend>> was still going on about how the winning team definitely cheated, how there was no way they found a hermit crab that fast. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> shook his head, grinning. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You're such a sore loser."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I'm a justice-seeker."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You're delusional."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I contain multitudes."<</speech>> I snorted. <<speechPC>>"That's Ethan's line."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I'm reclaiming it for people who aren't creeps."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> glanced over at me. Still smiling. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"We should do this more often."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> nodded immediately. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Yes. Absolutely. I'm saying beach day every weekend now."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Every weekend's a stretch—"<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Fine. Every other weekend."<</speech>> They kept talking, planning it out like it was already decided. I could see Ethan and Andrew up ahead—still sprawled on the sand, exactly where we'd left them. Ethan had a beer in one hand, phone in the other. Andrew looked half-asleep. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>>'s voice pulled me back. <<speechPC>>"Hm?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You in?"<</speech>> I wanted to say yes. I don't know why I didn't. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sure."<</speechPC>> But it came out flat. Unconvincing. <<print $CC.friend1>>'s smile flickered—just for a second—then settled back into place. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Cool,"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> was already jogging ahead, calling out to Ethan about how we got robbed. <<print $CC.friend1>> followed. <br><br> I stood there for a beat longer. Watching them walk away. The sun on the water. The sound of the waves and the distant music and the crowd thinning out as the day bled into evening. <br><br> I wanted to remember this. <br><br> I didn't know why. <br><br> [[Continue|CC022A - SwimsuitContest]] <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Stay here. More beer, less effort. <<contents>> Ethan's commentary on every woman within a fifty-foot radius. Andrew's apathy. The sun turning my skin sticky and red. Maybe I'd feel less pathetic if I stopped trying so hard to be the fun friend who said yes to everything. <br><br> I dropped onto the sand next to them. Ethan didn't look up from the volleyball court. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Okay, okay—her."<</speech>> He said, nodding toward a blonde in a white bikini. <<speech "Ethan.png">> "Yes or no?"<</speech>> Andrew barely glanced. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Pass."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You're fucking blind. That's a solid—"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Can you not do this while I'm sitting here?"<</speechPC>> Ethan finally looked at me, grinning. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You chose to sit here."<</speech>> He had a point. <br><br> I cracked open the beer I'd grabbed on the way over, letting the cold bite settle in my palm. <br><br> The volleyball game was still going. <br><br> The blonde Ethan had been eyeing missed an easy serve, then giggled like it was the funniest thing that had ever happened. <br><br> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Jesus,"<</speech>> He muttered, eyes still on his phone. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Pretty and dumb. The full package."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Dude, who cares? Look at her."<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"I am looking. That's the problem."<</speech>> I laughed before I could stop myself. Andrew's eyes flicked to me. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"See, you'd get it."<</speech>> I didn't know if that was a compliment or an insult. <br><br> Probably both. <br><br> Ethan stretched out on the sand, propping himself up on one elbow. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Okay, real talk. If you weren't, like, <<print $CC.name>>, would you hook up with you?"<</speech>> I blinked. <<speechPC>>"What the fuck kind of question—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'm saying objectively. Like if you saw yourself at a party."<</speech>> Andrew didn't look up. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"This is the dumbest conversation you've ever started."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Andrew, would you?"<</speech>> Silence. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"I'm not answering that."<</speech>> Ethan grinned wider. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"That's a yes."<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"That's not a yes--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"He's not answering because you're being an idiot."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You didn't answer either."<</speech>> I took a long drink. Let the pause <<linkexpand "stretch.">> stretch. The sun was brutal now. Sweat slid from my neck to the small of my back, disappearing beneath damp fabric. Every movement felt deliberate. <br><br> Ethan's gaze drifted. Not to the volleyball court this time. <br><br> To me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You know,"<</speech>> he said, eyeing me, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"that lifeguard suit really does work for you."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes. <<speechPC>>"Shocking observation from you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'm just saying. If I didn't know you, I'd probably—"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ethan."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"What? I'm being honest."<</speech>> Andrew still hadn't looked up, but I could see the corner of his mouth. He was listening. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Honesty isn't always a virtue,"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Neither is false modesty."<</speech>> I should've felt gross. <br><br> I should've told him to fuck off, gotten up, walked back to <<print $CC.friend1>> and <<print $CC.FFriend>>. <br><br> But I didn't. <br><br> Because there was something about it—the attention, the way Ethan's eyes tracked over me like I was something he wanted to memorize.. <br><br> The way Andrew wasn't looking but was still aware. <br><br> I stretched my legs out. //Slowly//. Let the sun hit the length of them. <br><br> Ethan noticed. Of course he <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"See, this is what I'm talking about,you know."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Know what?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"That you look good."<</speech>> I shrugged, taking another sip. <<speechPC>>"Maybe I'm just hot. Literally. It's like a hundred degrees."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Sure,"<</speech>> he said, still eyeing me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"That's definitely it."<</speech>> Andrew finally glanced up. His eyes met mine for half a second before sliding away. <br><br> But I caught it—the look. The //assessment//. <br><br> I leaned back on my hands, tipping my face toward the sun. Letting them look. <br><br> My swimsuit clung tighter the longer I stayed still. Sweat slipped slowly between my breasts, tracing the line down. <br><br> I knew what it looked like. <br><br> I was performing. <br><br> I was letting them watch. <br><br> It was shallow. <br><br> It was stupid. <br><br> It felt good anyway. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"You two done?"<</speech>> Ethan laughed. I smiled into my beer. <br><br> We weren't. [[Continue|CC022A - SwimsuitContest]] <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
We were all back together by the time the sun started dipping lower. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> and <<print $CC.FFriend>> still bickering about the scavenger hunt results. Ethan was half-asleep on the sand. Andrew looked like he'd rather be literally anywhere else. <br><br> So yeah, normal, basically. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFriend>> shuffled through the crumpled brochure she'd been carrying around all day, squinting at it. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh shit. There's a wet swimsuit contest."<</speech>> Ethan's eyes opened. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"A what?"<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Wet swimsuit contest. Says here it starts in like thirty minutes."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"First place gets two hundred bucks and free beers."<</speech>> Ethan sat up so fast he almost knocked over his bottle. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Did you say free beers?"<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"That's what it says."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"<<print $CC.name>> should enter."<</speech>> I nearly choked on my drink. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'm serious. You'd fucking clean up."<</speech>>He gestured at me like I was exhibit A. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You're already in a swimsuit. You work here. Easy win."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Free beer, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> said, her eyes wide. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Do you understand what that means?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That you're alcoholics?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"That we'd never have to pay for drinks again, you win, we all win."<</speech>> Andrew snorted. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"She's not gonna win free beer for getting wet on a stage."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Why not?"<</speech>> Ethan shot back. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Look at her."<</speech>> I wanted to sink into the sand and disappear. <br><br> My brain wanted that. Other parts of me had different opinions. <br><br> My skin felt hot. <<linkexpand "Traitors.">> Traitors. <<print $CC.friend1>> cleared his throat. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"I mean... two hundred bucks is pretty decent too."<</speech>> I turned to look at him. He wasn't meeting my eyes. <br><br> Just staring at the brochure in <<print $CC.FFriend>>'s hands like it held the secrets of the universe. <<speechPC>>"//Et tu, Brute//?"<</speechPC>> He shrugged, trying for casual. But obviously failing. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"I'm just saying, if you were gonna do it anyway... might as well get paid."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I wasn't gonna do it anyway."<</speechPC>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> grabbed my arm. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"But think about it. Free beer. We could throw so many parties."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You could throw so many parties with //MY// free beer?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"//Our// free beer,"<</speech>>Ethan corrected. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Because we're a team."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We're really not."<</speechPC>> Andrew leaned back on his elbows, smirking. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Just do it. Worst case, you lose and we buy our own beer like normal people. Best case, we're set until next summer."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Worst case is I humiliate myself in front of a hundred strangers."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"We'll all be watching anyway,"<</speech>> he said. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"So really it's just humiliating yourself in front of us. And we already know you."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes. <<speechPC>>"Oh, that makes it so much better."<</speechPC>> Ethan was already standing, grinning like he'd won the lottery. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Come on. Free beer, <<print $CC.name>>. Free. Beer."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> was pulling me up by the arm. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"We'll go sign you up."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't say yes—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You didn't say no either."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> stood too, brushing sand off his shorts. He still wasn't looking at me directly. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"We'll come with. Moral support."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Right, moral support,"<</speechPC>> I repeated. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"And also to make sure you don't bail,"<</speech>> Ethan added. <br><br> I looked around at all of them. <<print $CC.FFriend>>'s excitement. Ethan's barely-contained grin. Andrew's smirk. <<print $CC.friend1>>'s careful neutrality that somehow felt worse than all of it. <<speechPC>>"I hate all of you,"<</speechPC>> I muttered. <<print $CC.FFriend>> squeezed my arm. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're gonna kill it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm gonna kill you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"After we get the free beer."<</speech>> We started walking toward the event tent. I could feel all of them behind me. <br><br> Two hundred dollars. <br><br> Free beers. <br><br> My friends, pushing me toward it like it was inevitable. <br><br> Maybe it [[was|WetSwimsuitEvent]]. <</linkexpand>>
<div id="SwimsuitSelection"> The music got louder the closer we got—bass thudding through the sand, vibrating up through my bare feet. The air smelled like salt, sunscreen, and the sweet, greasy smell of funnel cakes drifting from the boardwalk. <br><br> A banner stretched above the makeshift stage—bright, aggressively cheerful—''Sunburst Swim Co. Summer Splash Showcase'' printed in looping font like this was a catalog come to life. Logos stamped on either side. <br><br> Nothing says wild beach chaos like a registered trademark. <br><br> Hot Girl Summer<sup>™</sup>, brought to you by marketing. <br><br> A small crowd had already formed around the wooden platform—families with plastic cups of lemonade mixed in with groups of college kids. A couple of moms stood near the front, sunglasses pushed up in their hair, clapping for every girl who climbed the steps like it was a middle school talent show. <br><br> Damp footprints marked the steps. A plastic kiddie pool sloshed off to the side. A staff member in a neon tank adjusted a clipboard, calling out names through a crackling microphone. <br><br> Girls in bikinis clustered near the sign-up table, giggling a little too hard, shoulders pulled back, stomachs sucked in like they were being graded. One of them kept adjusting her top every three seconds. Another pretended not to notice the guys pretending not to stare. <br><br> Summer confidence. <br><br> Store-bought. <br><br> No <<link "receipt.">><<replace "#SwimsuitSelection">> receipt. <br><br> I slowed. <br><br> Ethan immediately bumped into my back. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Nope. No chickening out."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm thinking,"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You're stalling."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm assessing."<</speechPC>> Andrew snorted. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Same thing."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> stepped around me and grabbed both my shoulders, spinning me to face them like this was some kind of inspection. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Okay. If you're doing this—"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"—we need to strategize."<</speech>> Ethan clapped. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yes. //Thank// you."<</speech>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"For the swimsuit,"<</speech>> She said, like it was obvious. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You can't just go up there in your work one."<</speech>> I looked down at myself. She was right. Ethan's gaze followed mine. Slowly. Appreciatively. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I mean... It's already doing a lot."<</speech>> Heat climbed up my neck. My swimsuit felt too tight. <<print $CC.friend1>> shot Ethan a look. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Don't be gross."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'm being objective,"<</speech>> he shrugged. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"This is a competition. You want to win? You lean into your assets."<</speech>> I folded my arms over my chest automatically. Which, of course, only made me more aware of <<link "them.">><<replace "#SwimsuitSelection">> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Okay,"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> cut in quickly. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Options. We go back to the lockers. You have that black bikini—and the shirt."<</speech>> I blinked. <<speechPC>>"The what."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"The sheer one you bought and then pretended you didn't buy on purpose."<</speech>> She said. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's cute. It's, like... beach mysterious."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's a shirt,"<</speechPC>> I said flatly. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's a //layer//,"<</speech>> she corrected. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You keep the bikini underneath, so it's not full send, but the shirt gets all clingy when it's wet? That's a moment."<</speech>> My stomach did a small, traitorous flip. <<speechPC>>"That sounds like a malfunction waiting to happen."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's literally safer than just a bikini,"<</speech>> She insisted. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're covered. But in a hot way. Like, //‘I didn't try, I just woke up like this and accidentally ruined my life//.'"<</speech>> I stared at her. <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> She grabbed my hands, eyes bright. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Trust me. Black bikini, sheer shirt over it. When the water hits? It'll outline everything without you feeling naked."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"‘Outline everything' is not comforting."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You'll look confident,"<</speech>> she said firmly. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Not desperate. Not boring. Just... Classy."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And it still counts as a swimsuit?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It counts as winning." <</speech>> Ethan made a face. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Classy doesn't win wet contests."<</speech>> //Right....// He pointed at me like he was presenting evidence to a jury. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You need the blue bikini."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Absolutely not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"The string one?"<</speech>> She asked, her eyes widening. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yes, the string one, easy win."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's barely fabric,"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Exactly."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> rubbed the back of his neck. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Maybe... something in between?"<</speech>> All three of us turned to him. <br><br> He shifted under the attention. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Like, uh. That white.. Blue-ish.. Uh.. two-piece you wore at <<print $CC.FFriend>>'s pool party? The one that's—"<</speech>> He gestured vaguely around his torso. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Normal."<</speech>> Normal. <br><br> I clung to the word. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"It's not boring,"<</speech>> He added quickly, glancing at me. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"It just—fits you."<</speech>> Fits you. <br><br> My stomach did something inconvenient. <br><br> Andrew stretched his legs out in the sand, watching this like it was a sport. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"You're all overthinking it. They're gonna spray her with water and the crowd's gonna yell. That's it. That's the whole event."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//Thank// you. //Finally//, a voice of reason."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"I didn't say don't do it,"<</speech>> he replied lazily. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"I'm saying it doesn't matter what she wears. They're gonna look anyway."<</speech>> Silence, for half a second. <br><br> And that—annoyingly—landed. <br><br> I swallowed. <br><br> //They're gonna look anyway.// <<set $CC.swimSuit = 0>> <<crossroads #SwimsuitSelection>> <<path [[CC022C - WetSwimsuitContest][$CC.swimSuit = 1; $WetContestWin --]]>> <<Doll wettop>> A layer, a shirt over a swimsuit. It was //beach mysterious//. Sure it was cute, but I wasn't sure if it counted as "swimsuit". <<path [[CC022C - WetSwimsuitContest][$CC.swimSuit = 2]]>> <<Doll bikinibandeau>> A classic. Tried and true. Basic. Nothing fancy. Probably the safest way to not completely humiliate myself on stage. <<path [[CC022C - WetSwimsuitContest][$CC.swimSuit = 3; $WetContestWin ++]]>> <<Doll redbikini>> The two-piece from the pool party. The one Taylor remembered. Apparently it "fits me." <<path [[CC022C - WetSwimsuitContest][$CC.swimSuit = 4; $WetContestWin --]]>> <<Doll smallbikini>> The two-piece from the pool party. The one Taylor remembered. Apparently it "fits me." Classy doesn't win wet contests. Or so Ethan claimed. The strings would definitely show them what I had. In theory, anyway. <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>
<<if $CC.swimSuit == 1>> <<outfit wettop>> <<elseif $CC.swimSuit == 2>> <<outfit bikinibandeau>> <<panties "popularmodest">> <<elseif $CC.swimSuit == 3>> <<outfit redbikini>> <<panties "modelbikini">> <<else>> <<outfit smallbikini>> <</if>> The bass rolled across the sand like headache with a ''beat'', shaking through plastic cups and whatever sunburnt body part was the closest. <br><br> A ring of bodies packed tight around the stage—between the chanting bros, older guys with beer trying to look casual, someone's mom holding a pina colada—I couldn't tell who was louder. <br><br> There were banners. Logos. Matching staff shirts. <br><br> Very official. Very wholesome. Checked and approved by your local tourism board. <br><br> Because there is nothing weird about a bunch of strangers rating how good you looked soaking //wet//. <br><br> Phones were up. Flashes were on. Preserving this cultural milestone for the fifteen minutes before it got buried in someone's camera roll <<linkexpand "forever.">> forever. <br><br> Number Seven. <br><br> //Lucky number seven//. <br><br> The number they handed me, pinned to my swimsuit. <br><br> I could hear the cheers and the occasional jokey comments from the MC. <br><br> My stomach //twisted//. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You look great,"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FFriend>> said, grinning.<br> She tugged softly at my bikini strap, adjusting it like she was sending me to prom. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Very hot lifeguard saving a drowning man,'"<</speech>><br> she added, stepping back to appraise me.<br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Except you're about to drown in front of everyone instead."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's so supportive. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I'm being realistic and supportive."<</speech>> She reached out, fixed a piece of my hair that had stuck to my lip gloss.<br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"There. Now you look like you meant to do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I didn't mean to do this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I know."<</speech>> She grinned<br> I stared at her. She was still grinning—genuinely happy, genuinely excited, like this was the best idea we'd ever had.<br> I wanted to strangle her.<br> I also kind of wanted to hug her. <br><br> The music dipped just enough for the MC's voice to cut through.<br> <<speech "Emcee">>"Let's hear it!! I want to hear noises for number 7!!"<</speech>> A couple of big cheers and whistles was enough to make my swimsuit felt tighter. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"If I die up there—"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're not gonna die. You're gonna win free beer and we're all gonna get drunk for a year."<</speech>> She squeezed my shoulders.<br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Deep breaths. Tits out. You've got this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Tits out?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I mean metaphorically."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You absolutely do not."<</speechPC>> She laughed, shoving me gently toward the stage entrance.<br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Go. Be wet. Be sexy. Think of the beer."<</speech>> Think of the <<linkexpand "beer.">> beer. <br><br> The stage felt bigger once I was above it.<br> Too bright. <br><br> The floodlights and the late sun competed for custody of my retinas — but they loved my skin. Every drop of sweat caught the light. Every inch of me, displayed. <br><br> My swimsuit tightened.<br> Or maybe I just did. <br><br> Small steps.<br> Don't rush.<br> Breathe, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> Don't fucking <<linkexpand "trip.">> trip. <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 2>> <<set $WetContestWin += 2>> Shoulders back.<br> Chin up.<br> //Tits out//. <br><br> One hand to my waist, hips swaying slow — synced with the bass like I'm riding it. <br><br> A couple whistles.<br> A cheer. <br><br> Yeah.<br> Stare.<br> //This body's the main event//. <br><br> My skin burned hotter with every step.<br> Maybe from the lights. <br><br> Maybe not.<br> Maybe I was enjoying this too [[much|CC022D - WetContestExcitable]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> <<set $WetContestWin ++>> I steeled ''myself''. <br><br> Back straight. Chin level. I gave the brightest smile I could manage. <br><br> One step. One foot in front of the other.<br> I remembered to let my hips move with it. Naturally. Casually.<br> Convincing? //Probably//. <br><br> The bass thudded under my ribs. I felt everyone's eyes crawling over me. Someone clapped. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> That was survivable. //Barely//. <br><br> I kept my hands at my sides at first. Then one slid to my hip. <br><br> //I didn't smile too wide, did I?// <br><br> The lights warmed my skin, slowly, tracing my collarbones, sliding down the curve of my stomach. <br><br> Keep walking. <br><br> This is fine.<br> I can do this. <br><br> I [[think|CC022D - WetContestExcitable]]. <<else>> My knees locked.<br> I forced them to bend. Forced myself forward. Back straight. Eyes level. Don't let them see it. <br><br> My feet felt heavy, like the wood might swallow them whole. The fabric of my swimsuit pulled tighter with every step. <br><br> I was shrinking. I could feel it. My arms glued to my sides. Shoulders creeping up. <br><br> //Why the hell did I sign up for this?// <br><br> The music was too ''loud''.<br> The stage wood was warm under my feet, which is such a weird thing to notice right now but here we are. <br><br> I heard a couple murmurs somewhere in the crowd <br><br> My stomach tightened. <br><br> Their eyes were everywhere. I could //feel// it — all of it over my ''body''. <br><br> Breathe, <<print $CC.name>>.<br> Just breathe. <br><br> The center of the stage looked impossibly far [[away|CC022D - WetContestExcitable]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<speech "Emcee">>"There she is, folks! Give it up for <<print $CC.name>>! Walking out like she owns the damn beach!"<</speech>> The MC was all neon tank top and self-confidence, sunglasses still on. Backwards cap. Of course. <<speech "Emcee">>"Or maybe she does... because she's our local lifeguard!"<</speech>> He leaned into the mic like he was about to confess something. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Excitible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 1>> <<set $WetContestWin ++>> The crowd answered for me — whistles slicing through the bass. A few loud cheers. Someone shouted something I couldn't make out. Someone actually barked. <br><br> It hit low in my stomach.<br> Sharp little clench right under my navel. <br><br> Heat.<br> Power.<br> <br><br> Oh. <br><br> So that's what this feels like. <br><br> Attention tastes //good//. <br><br> I let my hand settle on my hip. Let them [[look|CC022E - WetContestPerformance]]. <br><br> <<else>> A few whistles. A couple exaggerated "ooohs."<br> A guy in the front row shouted something I pretended not to hear. <br><br> My stomach dipped.<br> The lights dragged slow heat over my shoulders, down the curve of my ribs.<br> Nowhere to hide up here. <br><br> I straightened my back and forced my hand to my hip, the fabric pulled tighter.<br> I felt my body was on [[display|CC022E - WetContestPerformance]]. <</if>>
<<speech "Emcee">>"<<print $CC.name>>, you saving lives tonight?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Performance">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gte 1>> <<set $WetContestWin ++>> I stepped right into his space.<br> I traced my fingers through my hair, letting it fall slow over my shoulder, smile curling at the edge of my lips. <<speechPC>>"No. I'm off duty today."<</speechPC>><br> A small shift of my hip. Subtle movements of my body. The lights skimmed over my curves. <br><br> I let the crowd see the outline.<br> Let them imagine the rest. <br><br> The MC blinked once. <br><br> My grin widened. <<speech "Emcee">>"So what are you doing up here then, gorgeous? Just here to torture us?"<</speech>> I leaned toward the mic, close enough to make him adjust it.<br> <<speechPC>>"Figured you all needed something worth watching."<</speechPC>> The crowd erupted. I heard my name somewhere between the cheers and whistles.<br> My body felt warm under the lights.<br> God, that was easy. <br><br> The MC laughed into the mic.<br> <<speech "Emcee">>"Alright, <<print $CC.name>>—time to make some real waves. Head over to the kiddie pool. Show us what happens when the lifeguard gets wet off duty!"<</speech>><br> He gestured toward the plastic pool. <br><br> I gave a nod and a final sway as I turned toward the crowd.<br> Gracefully.<br> I could feel every pair of eyes tracking my body. I let them [[look|CC022F - WetContestSuggestibility]]. <<else>> I stepped closer. <br><br> I tilted my head just enough for the lights to catch the gloss on my lips.<br> Slow smile, controlled. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"No, I'm actually off duty today."<</speechPC>> I shifted my weight onto one hip. I could feel my body stiffen.<br> The lights caught on my skin, making my sweat glow.<br> <br><br> God. <br><br> I could feel the fabric of my swimsuit tighten against me. Or maybe I was just hyperaware of it. The curve of my hips. The line of my waist. The way the material traced everything. <br><br> They could see that. <br><br> They could definitely see that. <br><br> The MC grinned.<br> <<speech "Emcee">>"So what are you doing up here then, gorgeous? Just here to torture us?"<</speech>> My brain scrambled.<br> Quick, say something clever. <<speechPC>>"Figured you all needed something worth watching."<</speechPC>><br> I swallowed. <br><br> It wasn't as smooth as I wanted. <br><br> But the crowd reacted.<br> Whistles. A few loud cheers. Someone shouted my name. It rolled across the stage and nudged me in the chest. <br><br> My body felt warm under the lights.<br> //They were looking//. <br><br> The MC laughed into the mic.<br> <<speech "Emcee">>"Alright, <<print $CC.name>>—time to make some real waves. Head over to the kiddie pool. Show us what happens when the lifeguard gets wet off duty!"<</speech>><br> He gestured toward the plastic pool. <br><br> I nodded quickly and turned toward the crowd. <br><br> Careful, <<print $CC.name>>.<br> Don't rush. <br><br> I tried to make the turn smooth. Tried to remember how my hips moved when I wasn't thinking about them. <br><br> I could feel every pair of eyes tracking me. <br><br> I just hoped it looked like I meant [[to|CC022F - WetContestSuggestibility]]. <</if>>
I made my way to the edge of the stage. <br><br> The crowd had formed a tight ring around the wooden platform — larger from up here.<br> //Closer//. <br><br> Their attention tilted upward. Toward me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> The boys in the front were shirtless, loud — already chanting my name.<br> Sunlight dragged over their shoulders, the flex in their arms when they shouted.<br> Broad chests. <br> Veins under skin. <br> And the way their eyes crawled over my body. <br><br> My swimsuit tightened.<br> Not because of the lights. <br><br> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> A group of girls stood just left of the stage — one in cutoff shorts, another in a bikini top under an open shirt, hair damp from the water.<br> One of them bit her straw while watching me. <br><br> My breath caught. <br><br> That shouldn't have done anything. <br><br> It did. <br><br> <<else>> Everywhere I looked, something caught.<br> A smirk. A collarbone.<br> A broad shoulder.<br> A mouth curved around a bottle rim. <br><br> A girl leaning into her friend, laughing.<br> A guy wiping sweat from the back of his neck.<br> <br><br> Too much. <br><br> My thighs clenched. <br><br> This was dangerous. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte 1>> <<set $WetContestWin ++>> Their cheers sank under my skin.<br> The chant kept going and my body listened. <br><br> They wanted something. <br><br> I could feel it — the outline of it — hanging in the air around me. <br><br> It would be so easy. <br><br> They were already leaning forward. <br><br> Their eyes tracked every inch of me. <br><br> My pulse skipped. <br><br> All I had to do was meet them halfway.<br> Or maybe just a little further. <br><br> I didn't hate that [[idea|CC022G - WetContestRisky]]. <<else>> The noise hit me and slid off. <br><br> They wanted something.<br> Of course they did. <br><br> But that didn't mean they were in control. <br><br> My body was reacting — heat, tension, all of it —<br> but that didn't mean I owed them anything. <br><br> Let them leer. <br><br> Let them wonder how far I'd go. <br><br> I could feel the pull. <br><br> I just didn't follow it. <br><br> I could stand here all day and give them nothing but a slow turn and a smile. And they'd still beg for [[more|CC022G - WetContestRisky]]. <</if>>
''WHOOOSH—SPLASH'' <br><br> Cold water crashed over me. <br><br> My hair plastered across my face, down my neck, tracing over my collarbones before soaking straight through. My swimsuit darkened instantly, fabric clinging to every curve. <br><br> The crowd roared. <br><br> For a second I stood there — dripping, stunned.<br> Deciding what to do.<br> <<speech "Emcee">>"Somebody check the tide — I think it just came in!"<</speech>> Great. Tide jokes. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Risky">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte 1>> <<set $WetContestWin ++>> Water dripped from the fabric of my swimsuit. <br><br> I could feel it — the weight of it, the way it clung, outlining everything. <br><br> The crowd cheered. A couple of whistles cut through the loud bass. <br><br> They were waiting. <br><br> I smiled. <br><br> Slowly, I reached up and peeled my hair back from my face — fingers dragging through it, wringing water out in one deliberate twist. <br><br> The crowd roared. <br><br> Oh?<br> You want a show? <br><br> ''Fine''. <br><br> I rolled one shoulder, then the other, letting the water track down my skin. Letting them watch it happen. My hand slid from my collarbone to my waist — Deliberate. <br><br> I feel the bass thudded on my hip. <<speech "Emcee">>"Careful," the MC laughed into the mic."Someone might need mouth-to-mouth."<</speech>> I held their eyes while I stepped closer to the edge of the stage. <br><br> If I was going to be //wet//.. I was going to be //''soaked''//. [[Continue|CC022G - WetContestBonus]]. <<else>> Water dripped from the fabric of my swimsuit. <br><br> I could feel it — the weight of it, the way it trapped, outlining everything. <br><br> The crowd cheered. A couple whistles cut through the bass. <br><br> They were waiting. <br><br> I lifted my chin. <br><br> Slowly, I pushed my hair back from my face — clearing my vision. <br><br> Too much water. Too ''fast''. <br><br> Everything stuck. The fabric sealed itself to my skin, leaving nothing to imagination. <br><br> I leaned forward just slightly. <br><br> The crowd reacted instantly. <br><br> Cold prickled over my skin.<br> Then heat followed it between my thighs. <br><br> Low in my stomach. <br><br> The fabric felt thinner now. Practically glued on my body. <br><br> ''Fuck''. <br><br> My breath hitched. <<speech "Emcee">>"She's playing shy! Give her some love!"<</speech>> More cheers. <br><br> I forced a smirk. Let my hip sway once. <br><br> My pulse hammered exactly where the suit clung the tightest. <br><br> And I did absolutely nothing about [[it|CC022G - WetContestBonus]]. <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Easy" "Sophisticated">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisitcated'].value>> <<set $WetContestWin ++>> The music dipped. <br><br> That was the cue <br><br> Backstage was behind me. <br><br> I didn't move. <br><br> Instead, I stepped toward the front edge of the stage. <br><br> The crowd noticed it. Phones up. Mouths open. <br><br> I shouldn't.<br> I absolutely shouldn't. <br><br> I stepped right to the edge anyway. <br><br> Close enough to see their faces now. Eyes tracking every inch of me. <br><br> A slow smile curved at the edge of my lips. <br><br> I leaned forward . <br><br> Water still clung to my suit. My fingers traced the strap over my shoulder, then dipped lower — following the water trail between my breasts, down the center of my stomach.<br> My hands slid to my thighs — heat crawling up from between them. <br><br> The roar that followed hit low. Excited me. ''Fuck''. <br><br> I held it.<br> Counted to three.<br> Slowly. <br><br> Held their hunger in my palm. <br><br> Then I turned — deliberately — letting them watch the sway of my hip all the way through. <br><br> If they wanted something to watch, I could leave them something to [[remember|CC022H - WetContestEnd]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gte 2>> <<set $WetContestWin -->> The music dipped.<br> That was the cue. <br><br> I turned toward backstage. <br><br> The suit clings shamelessly — fabric pasted along the curve of my lower back.<br> I feel it shift when I step. <br><br> Instinctively, my arm slides behind me.<br> Palm resting lightly against my back as the damp fabric tries to outline it. <br><br> A few whistles taper off. <br><br> The crowd wanted the full view.<br> Sure they did. <br><br> But my chin stays level. My pace unhurried. <br><br> Mystery ages better than desperation.. <br><br> I disappear behind the [[curtain|CC022H - WetContestEnd]]. <<else>> The music dipped. <br><br> That was the cue. <br><br> Water clung to my suit as I made my way backstage. <br><br> I didn't look back. <br><br> I just hoped no one could tell how //wet// I [[was|CC022H - WetContestEnd]]. <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Contest Results">> <<if $WetContestWin gte 3>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<speech "Emcee">>"...and your winner is—"<</speech>> He dragged it out just long enough. <br><br> The crowd leaned forward. <br><br> <<print $CC.name>>! <br><br> My name cracked through the speakers. <br><br> For a second, I didn't react. <br><br> The sound that followed was bigger than I expected. Louder. Warmer. It rolled over me like the water had, except this time it wasn't cold. <br><br> I laughed. I think I laughed.<br> My hand went to my chest like that might keep my heart from launching out of it. <br><br> Oh. <br><br> I won. <br><br> I actually won. <br><br> The MC grabbed my wrist and lifted it like I'd just survived twelve rounds instead of a kiddie pool. Someone shoved a plastic crown into my hair. It tilted immediately. <br><br> From the edge of the stage, I spotted them. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFriend>> was jumping like she'd been the one up here. Already halfway through my promised beer, obviously. She screamed something unintelligible and pointed at me like, See? See?! <br><br> Ethan was clapping too hard. Grinning like he'd predicted this outcome from the beginning of time. <br><br> Andrew gave one slow nod, like he'd just confirmed a private theory. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>>— <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> just smiled. <br><br> No, it wasn't the sun this time. <br><br> I barely made it down the steps before <<print $CC.FFriend>> collided into me. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"This is insane!"<</speech>><br> she yelled, gripping my shoulders.<br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"We're going to have the most legendary party with that beer."<</speech>><br> <<speechPC>>"You mean with //my// beer?"<</speechPC>><br> I shot back. <br><br> She blinked at me, offended.<br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Sweetie. There is no ''my'' in victory."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"There absolutely is."<</speechPC>> She leaned closer, grinning — then shoved a cold bottle against my chest.<br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Congratulations. You're a socialist now."<</speech>> The glass knocked against my collarbone. Wet. <br><br> The stage lights were still hot on my back. The crowd was still buzzing. <br><br> For a second, I felt taller. <br><br> Like I could walk right back up there. <br><br> Like I'd know exactly what to do. <br><br> That thought— <br><br> That was new. <br><br> Maybe I was enjoying it too much. <br><br> [[Maybe|CC023 - Beach]]. <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "Emcee">>"...and your winner is—"<</speech>> <br><br> He dragged it out just long enough. <br><br> The crowd leaned forward. <br><br> Not me. <br><br> Some other name cracked through the speakers. <br><br> For a second, I didn't react. <br><br> Not because I didn't hear it. <br><br> Because I did. <br><br> The sound that followed was big. Louder than I expected. Cheers rolling forward, swallowing the stage whole. <br><br> I smiled. <br><br> I think I smiled. <br><br> Clapped, too. Because that's what you do. <br><br> Oh. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> The MC grabbed her wrist instead. Lifted it high. Someone shoved a plastic crown into her hair. It tilted immediately. <br><br> I stepped back before I realized I was moving. <br><br> The lights still hit my skin. Still hot. <br><br> From the edge of the stage, I spotted them. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFriend>> was already yelling something, hands cupped around her mouth like she could physically redirect the outcome. <br><br> Ethan's expression flickered — half disappointment, half something harder to read. He recovered fast. Threw me a thumbs-up. <br><br> Andrew shrugged once. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> was watching me. Not the winner. <br><br> //Me//. <br><br> No, it wasn't the sun this time. <br><br> I made it down the steps without tripping. That felt like a small victory.. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"That was rigged,"<</speech>><br> <<print $CC.FFriend>> announced immediately. <<speechPC>>"It was not,"<</speechPC>> I said, too quick. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"She didn't even—"<</speech>><br> <<print $CC.FFriend>> stopped herself, glancing at me.<br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You were amazing."<</speech>> <br><br> I snorted. <<speechPC>>"Relax. I didn't die."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She studied my face like she didn't believe that and shoved a cold bottle into my hand. <br><br> Consolation prize. <br><br> The stage lights were still hot on my back. The crowd still buzzing. <br><br> Just not for me. <br><br> For a second, I felt smaller. <br><br> Because now I knew what it felt like to want it. <br><br> That thought— <br><br> That was new. <br><br> Maybe I'd wanted it too much. <br><br> [[Maybe|CC023 - Beach]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Beach.png">> <div id="event"> It was getting late. Like, end-of-shift late. <br><br> I was already half-mentally clocked out when I heard shouting, followed by a laugh. <br><br> //Great.// <br><br> Darker now, and the beach mostly empty. A couple people heading out, shoes in hand, minding their own business. I turned toward the sound and headed farther down the sand, where nobody //ever// hung out this late--unless they're doing something they probably shouldn't. <br><br> And yeah. There it was. <br><br> Three guys. Around my age, I think. Sitting way too close together, beers out in the open, acting like they own the place. Low music, loud laughs, zero concern for who might be watching. <br><br> Unlucky for them... <<speech "Guy 1">>"Oh. Lifeguard. Didn't know you guys worked this late."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>Should've known better.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 2">>"Uh-oh. We in trouble?"<</speech>> I raised my eyebrow. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Didn't hear a whistle."<</speech>> The others laugh. <<speechPC>>"Very funny."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 3">>"Guess the beach still has a babysitter."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"The only babies I see are you guys."<</speechPC>> He snorted, <<speech "Guy 3">>"Relax. We're just hanging out."<</speech>> <<speech "Guy 1">>"Yeah. Long day, right? Thought we'd enjoy the beach before it totally dies."<</speech>> He leaned back, sand sticking to his palms. <<speech "Guy 2">>"C'mon. We're not hurting anyone."<</speech>> I glanced around. Empty beach. No kids. No families. Just the ocean and four idiots who picked the worst possible timing. <<speechPC>>"Open containers,"<</speechPC>> I said. Flat. Professional. //Mostly.// <<speech "Guy 1">>"Is that a big deal?"<</speech>> A shrug like it was a simple violation. A nothing-burger. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Only if she makes it one."<</speech>> A pause. Just long enough for the music to fill it. Just long enough for me to feel the weight of the whistle at my chest. <br><br> The third guy shifted where he was sitting. <<speech "Guy 3">>"We'll clean up after."<</speech>> The first one nodded. <<speech "Guy 1">>"Yeah. Promise."<</speech>> He lifted his beer slightly, like an offering. Or a joke. Hard to tell. <br><br> No one said anything else. No one was putting anything away either. <br><br> They waited. <br><br> All watching me. <br><br> Cool. Great. Fantastic. <<crossroads #event>> <<path>> Fuck it, right? Last shift on the beach. Might as well go out with a bang. I deserve it. I think. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> I took the beer from the cooler and dropped down onto the sand with them. Quiet night. Low music. Cold bottle sweating into my palm. Honestly? Exactly what I needed after today. The first guy leaned over to close the cooler, then glanced at me like he's still half-surprised I actually did it. He had attractive, large brown eyes. <br><br> Before he could ask, I lifted the bottle a little. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> If I was breaking the rules, I was at least gonna look like I ''meant'' to. <br><br> The second guy grinned. The grenade of the group. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Well, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> he said, dragging my name a little, <<speech "Guy 2">>"welcome to the party."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wow,"<</speechPC>> I deadpanned. <<speechPC>>"Did you rehearse that?"<</speechPC>> They laughed. //Real// laughter this time, not the performative kind. Someone reached out and tapped their bottle against mine like it was a toast I accidentally agreed to. <br><br> Chocolate eyes finally relaxed, stretching his legs out in the sand. <<speech "Guy 1">>"Didn't think you'd actually sit down."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Neither did I,"<</speechPC>> I said, taking a sip. Cold, bitter, perfect. <<speechPC>>"But here we are."<</speechPC>> The third one -- unremarkable -- eyed my uniform, not even pretending anymore. <<speech "Guy 3">>"Aren't you supposed to, like...stop this?"<</speech>> <<speech "Guy 2">>"Shhhhhh!<</speech>> An empty bottle arced through the air towards the offender. <br><br> I shrugged. The motion pulled the fabric tight across my chest. <<speechPC>>"End of shift. //Last// shift."<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"I'm off-duty--in spirit."<</speechPC>> That earned a couple looks. One of them -- naderino -- whistled low. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Damn,"<</speech>> He said. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Lifeguard finally joins the swimmers."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Careful,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"I still know CPR."<</speechPC>> He laughed a little. <<speech "Guy 2">>"That supposed to scare me?"<</speech>> I tilted my head, letting my knee bump chocolate eyes. <<speechPC>>"Depends,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"You planning on passing out?"<</speechPC>> The group burst into laughter. I heard a couple of guttural 'ow's and whistles from them. Leaning back on my hands, sand warm under my palms, their attention had fully settled on me. I felt the fabric on my shoulder loosen a bit, threatening to slide off. I didn't rush to fix it. <br><br> The group went quiet for half a second, the night warmer, closer. 'Unremarkable' -- were they really going to take my name and give me none of theirs? -- nudged the cooler toward me with their foot. <<speech "Guy 3">>"We were playing a game before you showed up."<</speech>> Of course they were. I lifted a brow. <<speechPC>>"Oh yeah? What kind of game?"<</speechPC>> Shrugging like it was nothing, <<speech "Guy 3">>"Just dumb stuff. Questions. Dares. Whatever."<</speech>> That explained the beers. And the confidence. I glanced around the little circle—four guys, buzzed enough to be brave, not drunk enough to be stupid. Yet. I took another sip -- my own confidence. <<speechPC>>"Alright,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"I'm in."<</speechPC>> Just like that, I wasn't a lifeguard anymore. I was part of the <<linkexpand "circle">> circle. <br><br> The night got louder than I expected. Waves rolling in. Our laughter cutting through it. Low music playing in the background. The air felt warmer? Or maybe that was just the beer. Or the company. Or the fact that it was almost night-night instead of evening. <br><br> The games started with harmless questions. It always did. <<speech "Guy 1">>What's your biggest fear?<</speech>> Basic. I humored him. <<speech "Guy 2">>Who's your first love?<</speech>> Why would they care, I don't know. It's not like they'd recognize the name. <<speechPC>>"<<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 4">>What's your bra size?<</speech>> Where'd //this// guy come from? Seemed like a friggin' townie. Answering that in front of four guys? Yeah. No. <<speechPC>>"I'll pass."<</speechPC>> I took a long sip of my beer instead. <<speech "Guy 4">>"Hahaha, <<print $CC.name>>. You're funny!"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> <<speech "Guy 3">><<if $Body.tits is "small">>"Give her a double A?"<<elseif Array("medium","large").includes($Body.tits)>>"Give her a B?"<<else>>"Guessin' Double fuckin Ds."<</if>><</speech>> Funny? <br><br> Me? <br><br> Yeah //definitely// the <<linkexpand "alcohol.">> alcohol. <br><br> <<face drunk>> And just like that, the questions slid into dares. No announcement. No vote. It just...happened. <br><br> <<speech "Guy 2">>"Alright. I dare you to give us a safety lesson. Like we're idiots."<</speech>> //Wouldn't be hard.// The others laughed. <br><br> Great. <br><br> Looked like I was doing crowd control for people who brought beer to a beach at night. <br><br> I cleared my throat, slipped into my best official tone. Standing -- almost falling -- <<speechPC>>"Okay, first rule: don't drink and swim. Second rule: if one of you does something stupid, the rest of you don't follow."<</speechPC>> More laughter. Someone <<linkexpand "clapped">> clapped. <<speech "Guy 4">>"I dare you to sit in the middle."<</speech>> That one gave me pause. But only for half a second. <br><br> But it was easy enough. <br><br> I shifted, scooting between them. Sand pressing still warm under my thighs. Knees, shoulders, elbows all touching--suddenly I was very aware of how close everyone was. <br><br> No space left. <br><br> Were they originally this <<linkexpand "close?">> close together? <<speech "Guy 4">>"I dare you to do your best lifeguard impression."<</speech>> That actually got a smile out of me. <br><br> I straightened up, planted my hands on my hips, and dropped into my best no-nonsense stance. <<speechPC>>"Sir. Sir! I'm gonna need you to step away from the water before you become paperwork."<</speechPC>> They lost it. <br><br> Real laughs. ''Loud'' ones. <br><br> And yeah--when it died down, I noticed they were sitting closer than before. Buuut...Not touching. Not grabbing. <br><br> Just...closer. <<speech "Guy 2">>"So... it's getting kinda late."<</speech>> He scratched the back of his neck. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Wanna move this somewhere a little more private?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Did I just say yes? ''Alcohol''. <br><br> Welp. <br><br> More fun? <<link "Agree">><<replace "#event">> <<set $CC.HSBC += 4>> <<face ahego>> Yeah. So that's how I ended up in somebody's house. Probably the townie. <br><br> Door closed. My back against something that definitely wasn't sand anymore. Legs wide open. Shadowy form. Feeling him thrusting deep inside me. Ouch! Too deep. <br><br> Oh, okay, that one actually felt good. <br><br> Ow, //fuck//. Too good. <<speechPC>>"//There!//"<<</speechPC>> <br><br> Everything happened too fast to catalog properly. Hands everywhere--wait, were we alone? Can't even remember at this point. <br><br> Another palm slided up my ribs.<br> Different temperature. Different pressure.<br> Not the same guy.<br> Definitely not. <br><br> Heat. Noise. <br><br> Laughter that turned into moaning somewhere along the way. <br><br> I tried to count heads.<br> Two? Three?<br> Laughter still in the room—different pitches now. <br><br> Someone was breathing against my ear while someone else was already moving inside me.<br> There were too many points of contact.<br> Too many decisions I didn't consciously make.<br> <br><br> My hips rolled up anyway. //Traitor//.<br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck--"<</speechPC>> slipped out. Not sure who I was saying it to. <br><br> It didn't matter. They heard it as encouragement.<br> Everything speeded up and smeared.<br> Thrusts that hurted then felt obscene then hurted again.<br> Fingers in my mouth.<br> Thumb brushing my clit—whose?<br> Didn't matter. <br><br> Did I know any of their names? <br><br> Honestly, no clue. Just warmth dragging me forward from the yes I said earlier. <br><br> They really did a number on me though. <br><br> It was overwhelming. In a way that wasn't entirely bad. In a way that probably should've made me stop and didn't. <br><br> Intense? Yeah. ''Very''. <br><br> Was it good? <<shake>>Yeah.<</shake>> <br><br> Also bad?...//I don't know//. <br><br> By the time things finally slowed down enough -- and I sobered enough -- for me to think again, I knew one thing for sure: That was going to be one of those stories. The kind you don't tell people. The kind that still somehow defines [[who you are|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<set _primaryTextOutput = "All for some beers on the beach.">> <<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 "Beach Townie" M "Like a remora off the guys who got me in place" "age: 32" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Chocolate Eyes" M "Was one of the four at the beach, not sure what order" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Mr Unremarkable" M "Was one of the four at the beach, not sure what order" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "The grenade" M "Was one of the four at the beach, not sure what order" "age: 21" "ethnicity: white">> <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> I had my fun, but time to hit for me <<link "to go">><<replace "#event">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> I shifted, straightening my back. Sand sliding off my palms as I stood. <<speechPC>>"Yeah,"<</speechPC>> I said, easy but final. <<speechPC>>"It's been fun, guys. But I'm heading out."<</speechPC>> A couple low whistles. Someone groaned like he lost a bet. <br><br> The second guy lifted his hands. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Alright, alright."<</speech>> One of them shrugged, already leaning back. <<speech "Guy 1">>"Fair enough, <<print $CC.name>>. You were a good sport. We appreciate it."<</speech>> I nodded, passing the bottle back into the cooler. The cold was gone from it anyway. <br><br> I walked barefoot toward the lights, uniform still warm on my shoulders. <br><br> I had my fun. <br><br> Don't sleep where you work. Or flirt. Or whatever the saying is. <br><br> Just another story I'll pretend doesn't mean [[anything|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I could... but that feels like a bad idea wearing a whistle. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I stopped a few steps away. <br><br> They went quiet a little when they noticed me...and that I wasn't immediately throwing a fit. <br><br> One of them lifted his hands, palms out. <<speech "Guy 1">>"Hey, hey. We're not doing anything crazy."<</speech>> The next guy nodded, <<speech "Guy 2">>"Yeah. Just hanging out. Didn't mean to be loud."<</speech>> They looked at me. <<speechPC>>"Beach rules still apply,"<</speechPC>> I say. Neutral. Professional. Mostly. <br><br> The second guy smiled like he heard a maybe instead of no. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Of course. Totally."<</speech>> He shifted, making a room. <br><br> The first guy cocked his head, eyes questing. <<speech "Guy 1">>"You done for the day, or...?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Almost,"<</speechPC>> I said. <br><br> That seemed to relax them. <br><br> The second guy grinned, <<speech "Guy 2">>"Must be a long shift. Standing out there all day, watching everyone else have fun."<</speech>> The third finally spoke. Quiet. <<speech "Guy 3">>"Yeah. Kinda unfair, honestly."<</speech>> They laughed. <br><br> The first one reached into the cooler, pausing. <<speech "Guy 1">>"Beer?"<</speech>> Then he caught himself glancing at my uniform. <<speech "Guy 1">>"I mean--uh--if that's allowed."<</speech>> I didn't answer right away. The music kept playing. <br><br> The third one shrugged. <<speech "Guy 3">>"No pressure. We're not trying to get you in trouble."<</speech>> I was already there. And they weren't wrong--I'd be done in five minutes. <<link "Join them anyway">><<replace "#event">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> I hesitated for a second too long. <br><br> The cute guy noticed. Of course he did. <br><br> He scooted over casually. <br><br> I sighed and stepped closer, then lowered myself onto the edge of the towel. Not fully committed. Knees angled away. One foot still planted. <<speech "Guy 2">>"There,"<</speech>> Another said, grinning. <<speech "Guy 2">>"See? Totally harmless."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Debatable,"<</speechPC>> I muttered. <br><br> They laughed, warmly. <br><br> Unremarkable, but confident, the third guy handed me a beer, already open. <<speechPC>>"I didn't say yes."<</speechPC>> He shrugged and held it there anyway. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Didn't say no either."<</speech>> I looked at it. Then at them. Then back at the water. <br><br> I took the beer. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>,"<</speechPC>> I said, before anyone can ask. <<speechPC>>"Since you're all staring."<</speechPC>> The one who talked to me first's eyebrows lifted. <<speech "Guy 1">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Nice."<</speech>> <<speech "Guy 2">>"Sounds official,"<</speech>> the second guy added. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Very lifeguard."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't make it weird,"<</speechPC>> I said. <br><br> The second one chuckled. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Too late. You showed up."<</speech>> They shifted a little closer. The music hummed low. Someone adjusted it down another notch. <br><br> The first guy leaned back on his elbows. <<speech "Guy 1">>"So. Last shift, huh?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"Lucky you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 2">>"Lucky us,"<</speech>> he corrected, smiling. <<speech "Guy 2">>"We get the cool lifeguard."<</speech>> I snorted. <<speechPC>>"You don't even know me."<</speechPC>> The third one shrugged. <<speech "Guy 3">>"You sat down."<</speech>> Fair. <br><br> One tilted his head, actually looking at my face instead of...everything else. <<speech "Guy 1">>"You always this serious, or are we catching you on a bad night?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Depends,"<</speechPC>> I said. <<speechPC>>"Are you always this loud?"<</speechPC>> They laughed again. Softer. <br><br> The second one -- the grenade of the group -- raised his bottle. <<speech "Guy 2">>"To <<print $CC.name>>. Not shutting us down."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes. <br><br> But I toasted back. <br><br> They laughed. <br><br> One of them tapped the cooler with his foot. <<speech "Guy 2">>"We were playing a game before you showed up."<</speech>> I looked at him. <<speechPC>>"I'm not playing anything stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 3">>"Nothing stupid,"<</speech>> he said. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Just questions."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Questions,"<</speechPC>> I repeated. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Yeah. Harmless stuff. You answer, or you drink. That's it."<</speech>> I glanced around the beach. Still public. Still...fine. <<speechPC>>"And if I don't want to answer?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 1">>"Then you don't,"<</speech>> led the first guy. <<speech "Guy 3">>"No pressure."<</speech>> I should have gotten up. <br><br> I didn't. <<speechPC>>"...Fine,"<</speechPC>> I said, <<speechPC>>"But keep it tame."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 3">>"Scout's honor,"<</speech>> one chimed in, crossing his fingers rather than holding them together. No scouts here. <br><br> They started with themselves. Where they're from. What they like to drink. Dumb stuff. <br><br> Then it circled back to me. <<speech "Guy 1">>"Okay,"<</speech>> the first guy, <<speech "Guy 1">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Easy one. You actually like this job?"<</speech>> I hesitated, <<speechPC>>"It's...fine."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 2">>"Ouch,"<</speech>> someone laughed. <<speech "Guy 2">>"That bad?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well.. Everyone thinks you're either a hero or decoration."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 1">>"...Which one do you get more?"<</speech>> someone asks. The first guy, with the attractive, large chocolate eyes. <br><br> I cracked the beer open just to have something to do. Took a small sip. <br><br> They noticed. Of course they did. <<speech "Guy 4">>"Not answering counts,"<</speech>> a guy said, amused -- a fourth guy? Where'd he come from? Some townie...? <<speechPC>>"Shut up,"<</speechPC>> I muttered, but I was smiling in spite of myself. Another question. <<speech "Guy 2">>"You get hit on a lot?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Enough,"<</speechPC>> I say. <<speechPC>>"Too much."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 1">>"And tonight?"<</speech>> he asked. Casually. Like he's asking about the weather. <br><br> I glanced around the circle. Then back at the sand. <<speechPC>>"...Maybe."<</speechPC>> They didn't cheer. They didn't push. They just exchanged looks. <<speech "Guy 3">>"Okay,"<</speech>> one of them says after a moment. <<speech "Guy 3">>"Next round."<</speech>> He tilted his head at me. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Same rules,"<</speech>> he said. <<speech "Guy 2">>"But if you want to make it interesting..."<</speech>> I should've stopped there. But I <<linkexpand "didn't">> didn't. <br><br> <br><br> The night got louder than I expected. Waves rolling in. Our laughter cutting through it. Low music playing in the background. The air felt warmer? Or maybe that was just the beer. Or the company. Or the fact that it was almost night-night instead of evening. <br><br> The games started with harmless questions. It always did. <<speech "Guy 1">>What's your biggest fear?<</speech>> Basic. I humored him. <<speech "Guy 2">>Who's your first love?<</speech>> Why would they care, I don't know. It's not like they'd recognize the name. <<speechPC>>"<<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy 4">>What's your bra size?<</speech>> Where'd //this// guy come from? Seemed like a friggin' townie. Answering that in front of four guys? Yeah. No. <<speechPC>>"I'll pass."<</speechPC>> I took a long sip of my beer instead. <<speech "Guy 4">>"Hahaha, <<print $CC.name>>. You're funny!"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Bra Size">> <<speech "Guy 3">><<if $Body.tits is "small">>"Give her a double A?"<<elseif Array("medium","large").includes($Body.tits)>>"Give her a B?"<<else>>"Guessin' Double fuckin Ds."<</if>><</speech>> Funny? <br><br> Me? <br><br> Yeah //definitely// the <<linkexpand "alcohol.">> alcohol. <br><br> <<face drunk>> And just like that, the questions slid into dares. No announcement. No vote. It just...happened. <br><br> <<speech "Guy 2">>"Alright. I dare you to give us a safety lesson. Like we're idiots."<</speech>> //Wouldn't be hard.// The others laughed. <br><br> Great. <br><br> Looked like I was doing crowd control for people who brought beer to a beach at night. <br><br> I cleared my throat, slipped into my best official tone. Standing -- almost falling -- <<speechPC>>"Okay, first rule: don't drink and swim. Second rule: if one of you does something stupid, the rest of you don't follow."<</speechPC>> More laughter. Someone <<linkexpand "clapped">> clapped. <<speech "Guy 4">>"I dare you to sit in the middle."<</speech>> That one gave me pause. But only for half a second. <br><br> But it was easy enough. <br><br> I shifted, scooting between them. Sand pressing still warm under my thighs. Knees, shoulders, elbows all touching--suddenly I was very aware of how close everyone was. <br><br> No space left. <br><br> Were they originally this <<linkexpand "close?">> close together? <<speech "Guy 4">>"I dare you to do your best lifeguard impression."<</speech>> That actually got a smile out of me. <br><br> I straightened up, planted my hands on my hips, and dropped into my best no-nonsense stance. <<speechPC>>"Sir. Sir! I'm gonna need you to step away from the water before you become paperwork."<</speechPC>> They lost it. <br><br> Real laughs. ''Loud'' ones. <br><br> And yeah--when it died down, I noticed they were sitting closer than before. Buuut...Not touching. Not grabbing. <br><br> Just...closer. <<speech "Guy 2">>"So... it's getting kinda late."<</speech>> He scratched the back of his neck. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Wanna move this somewhere a little more private?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Did I just say yes? ''Alcohol''. <br><br> Welp. <br><br> More fun? <<link "Agree">><<replace "#event">> <<set $CC.HSBC += 4>> <<face ahego>> Yeah. So that's how I ended up in somebody's house. //Probably// the townie. <br><br> Shoes gone. Door closed.<br> My back against something that definitely wasn't sand anymore; wall, then couch, then—fuck it—floor at some point.<br> Brain flagged it. Body didn't care.<br> Legs pushed wide open.<br> No preamble, just—there. Thick. Too sudden.<br> Shadowy form. Feeling him thrusting deep inside me.<br> Ouch! Too deep. <br><br> Oh, okay, that one actually feels good. <br><br> Ow, //fuck//. Too good. <<speechPC>>"//There!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Everything happened too fast to catalogue properly. Hands everywhere--wait, were we alone? Can't even remember at this point. <br><br> Another palm slided up my ribs.<br> Different temperature. Different pressure.<br> Not the same guy.<br> Definitely not. <br><br> Heat. Noise. <br><br> Laughter that turned into moaning somewhere along the way. <br><br> I tried to count heads.<br> Two? Three?<br> Laughter still in the room—different pitches now. <br><br> Someone was breathing against my ear while someone else was already moving inside me.<br> There were too many points of contact.<br> Too many decisions I didn't consciously make.<br> <br><br> My hips rolled up anyway. //Traitor//.<br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck—"<</speechPC>> slipped out. Not sure who I was saying it to. <br><br> It didn't matter. They heard it as encouragement.<br> Everything speeded up and smeared.<br> Thrusts that hurted then felt obscene then hurted again.<br> Fingers in my mouth.<br> Thumb brushing my clit—whose?<br> Didn't matter. <br><br> Did I know any of their names? <br><br> Honestly, no clue. Just warmth dragging me forward from the yes I said earlier. <br><br> They really did a number on me though. <br><br> It was overwhelming. In a way that wasn't entirely bad. In a way that probably should've made me stop and didn't. <br><br> Intense? Yeah. ''Very'''. <br><br> Was it good? <<shake>>Yeah.<</shake>> <br><br> Also bad?...//I don't know//. <br><br> By the time things finally slowed down enough -- and I sobered enough -- for me to think again, I knew one thing for sure: That was going to be one of those stories. The kind you don't tell people. The kind that still somehow defines [[who you are|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<set _primaryTextOutput = "All for some beers on the beach.">> <<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 "Beach Townie" M "Like a remora off the guys who got me in place" "age: 32" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Chocolate Eyes" M "Was one of the four at the beach, not sure what order" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Mr Unremarkable" M "Was one of the four at the beach, not sure what order" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "The grenade" M "Was one of the four at the beach, not sure what order" "age: 21" "ethnicity: white">> <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>? As long as they keep it low and don't do anything stupid... it's not my problem. Eh. <<link "Let them party">><<replace "#event">> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<speechPC>>"Alright, guys. It's the end of my shift anyway."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, already turning away. <<speechPC>>"If anyone asks,"<</speechPC>> I added over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"we never met."<</speechPC>> A couple of cheers followed me. Someone laughed. Bottles clinked. <br><br> I didn't look back. <br><br> Honestly? I was too tired for more bullshit. <br><br> Not my [[last shift|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <br><br> Not my beach. <</replace>><</link>> Nope. This is still my beach. Last shift or not. Time to <<link "break up the party">><<replace "#event">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Social -->> I straightened my back a little. Just enough to remind them I'm not here to hang out. <<speechPC>>"Alright,"<</speechPC>> I said, clapping my hands once. <<speechPC>>"Party's over."<</speechPC>> The laughs tapered off, confused at first. One of them opened his mouth like he was about to argue, then reconsidered it as he spotted the whistle, realized more about my uniform than what it exposed, and the fact that I was still standing there and not going anywhere. <<speechPC>>"No alcohol on the beach,"<</speechPC>> I continued. <<speechPC>>"And definitely not after hours. You can pack it up and head out, or I can make this more annoying than it needs to be."<</speechPC>> There was a beat. A few looks exchanged. Someone sighed like I just ruined the vibe of the century. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, okay,"<</speechPC>> one of them muttered, already reaching for the cooler. <<speechPC>>"We're going."<</speechPC>> They shuffled, grumbling, gathering their stuff like kids who got caught five minutes past curfew. I stayed put until they were actually moving, until the music clicked off and the beach slipped back into quiet. <br><br> When they were gone, I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. <br><br> [[Last shift|CC025 - ModelOpp]], I remind myself. <br><br> At least I didn't make it complicated. <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Last thing I need is paperwork because someone can't drink at home. Break up the party. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Social -->> I straightened my back a little. Just enough to remind them I'm not here to hang out. <<speechPC>>"Alright,"<</speechPC>> I said, clapping my hands once. <<speechPC>>"Party's over."<</speechPC>> The laughs tapered off, confused at first. One of them opened his mouth like he was about to argue, then reconsidered it as he spotted the whistle, realized more about my uniform than what it exposed, and the fact that I was still standing there and not going anywhere. <<speechPC>>"No alcohol on the beach,"<</speechPC>> I continued. <<speechPC>>"And definitely not after hours. You can pack it up and head out, or I can make this more annoying than it needs to be."<</speechPC>> There was a beat. A few looks exchanged. Someone sighed like I just ruined the vibe of the century. <<speech "Guy 2">>"Yeah, okay,"<</speech>> one of them muttered, already reaching for the cooler. <<speech "Guy 2">>"We're going."<</speech>> They shuffled, grumbling, gathering their stuff like kids who got caught five minutes past curfew. I stayed put until they were actually moving, until the music clicked off and the beach slipped back into quiet. <br><br> When they were gone, I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. <br><br> [[Last shift|CC025 - ModelOpp]], I remind myself. <br><br> At least I didn't make it complicated. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<outfit HScheer>> The 'society' in highschool had an echelon set aside for elite girls: the cheer squad. It required dance skills, looks, and the social status before being allowed into the most esteemed group. <br><br> Nothing about it was easy. Whereas other athletic teams accepted anyone, even if they'd just become bench warmers, the cheerleaders prided themselves in their willingness to cut until there were only the best of the best. Or, the ones they liked. <br><br> So that Monday afternoon had I rolled out of class early, getting my head in the game before I had to download a lot of choreography...and quickly. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You sure you want to--"<</speech>> <br><br> My response? I got out of the car, shouldering my bag and starting to walk away. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Dad will--"<</speech>> <<if $CC.mom == 1>><<speechPC>>"Pick me up. Yeah. Fly safe."<</speechPC>> She was going again. What was new? Not like she'd be able to offer me any guidance with this anyway. She was a dork. 'Radio towers'. <<else>><<speechPC>>"Pick me up, I know." Not like she'd be able to offer me any guidance with this anyway. She was a dork. At least Dad //liked// women, probably some cheerleaders in his day. He'd probably have something of value.<</speechPC>><</if>>She didn't -- was //incapable// -- of understanding the social importance of what I was doing. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"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 framed "passage/CC020-Cheer.png">> <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. <<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. <<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>> <<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 $CC.makeIt ++>><</replace>><</button>> rather than endure more stares.<br> </span> <br> <<else>> <<outfit naked>> Then they saw one of the other girls and the conversation stopped cold. I saw her freeze. A dozen other girls were naked too, but they were focused intently on her. <br><br> Their eyes were at the patch between her thighs. Insecurity bubbled up inside me instantly. <<speech "Bella">>"Well, that's...a deep cut," while eyeing her lower...hairstyle.<</speech>> My hips turned, just waiting for the inspection to be levied on me. Heat on my cheeks. A hand dropping to cover up. I felt the skin against palm, my fingertips unconsciously inspecting-- <br><br> To make her point, she took a moment to moisturize her leg, allowing her towel to part in the middle and giving a full view of her perfectly smooth lack of hair. <<speech "Ella">>"What is this, a stag porn?"<</speech>> <<speech "Stella">> laughed, mocking a gag, "Yeah, cover up that shit if you're not going to get rid of it."<</speech>> I felt awful for the girl. She was beet-red. But I sighed. I wouldn't be criticized. <</if>> <</link>> From that moment on, we knew we were under the microscope. Every inch of our bodies, every moment of our time together was under inspection. It felt punitive coming from peers. I couldn't help but wonder how much of this would hit the rumor-mill, especially if I didn't make the team. <br><br> Clearly, I //had// to make the team. <br><br> Dressed, we assembled in the gym while we listened to the Varsity head cheerleader, Stella, posture and admonish. <<speech "Bella">>"To make the team. To be one of //us//? You have to show ''dedication'', hard //work//, __spirit__, //sharp//ness, and ''ability''."<</speech>> You could almost hear the subtext of 'As if' beneath each phrase. <br><br> Her moment on the pedastal over, they ran us through some tumbling to ascertain our initial skills. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC021 - Cheer][$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>>
<div id="friday"> <<outfit HScheer>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> Hair pulled back -- checked innumerable times for bumps or strays. Makeup on point even though I was wearing clothes to work out in. <br><br> I was there early. Dropped off by Dad and stretching. A couple of the other girls were early birds too -- all of us desperate, some because we needed every last moment of preparation, some didn't seem like they'd need it. There wasn't talking. There wasn't the laughing and helping each other with steps anymore. <br><br> Then the rest of the girls rolled in. They were either content with whatever happened, were resigned to their fate, or too confident that they didn't need to waste any time preparing. <br><br> Bella stepped forward and clapped her hands. Not a word was said, we all jumped up and formed our designated groups. Coach LeTourneau sat off to the side with a legal pad, ready to take notes. Who knew whether his comments mattered, or if he was just here for the show. <br><br> Tumbling. <br><br> Dancing. <br><br> Sideline. <br><br> Individual Cheer. <br><br> I was a sweating mess. My chest was heaving. I tried to ignore it and put on a placid face. Pretend this was easy. Show I was implacable. <br><br> The final girls finished their routines and that was it. <br><br> Stella and Ella moved out, clapped their hands -- Bella was over by Coach LeTourneau having a discussion. //The// discussion. <<speech "Stella and Ella">>"Thanks, girls. You can go."<</speech>> They shooed us out. Dismissed. <br><br> We all didn't make eye contact as we left. Too much rode on the line and we were all fighting back the swelling anticipation of disappointment. <<speech "$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 <<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. <<image framed "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//. <<image framed "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 $CC.name>>. I barely squeaked onto the backup squad. <br><br> Cheerleading became a big part of my life, with practice, summer camp, pep rallies and cheering at games with stands full of screaming fans. It ate up a lot of my time. I didn't see much time actually cheering, but I practiced and showed up all the same. <br><br> But now I walked the hall with a chip on my shoulder. I was one of the cheerleaders. It was //great//. <<image framed "passage/CC022-Cheer.png">> The hell week had been worth it, now it was just doing the thing and reaping the [[rewards|CC023 - Cheer]]. <<else>> <<Stats Social -->> The results were posted on the school website over the weekend. About 50 names were on the list...but mine wasn't one of them. I didn't make the squad! Not even the backup squad. <br><br> I told my friends that I didn't really want to be a cheerleader anyway. <<image framed "passage/CC022-Cheer.png">> Time was finite and there were other things in my [[life|CC025 - ModelOpp][$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 framed "passage/CC023-Cheer_showers.png">> <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." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<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. <<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. <<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. <<speech "Opponent">>"Y'all are better than those guys."<</speech>> <br><br> I laughed. He liked it. He thought it was his in. <<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. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Did...my bus leave?"<</speechPC>> Cheerleader playing the ditz card. What could be easier? <<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." "age: 17" "ethnicity: black">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<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>> <<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"> <<if previous() is "CC020 - HSVs">><<Stats Sophisticated -->><</if>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<image framed "passage/CC025-ModelOpp.png">> <<set _adam = { name: "Adam Marcus", branch: $CC.hometownName, role: "Casting Agent", company: "Bubblegum Talent" }>> <<print $CC.FName>> and I were poking around a CVS. We didn't need anything, but it was a place to go when you were bored. <br><br> We were giggling over the condoms and douches and jumped when we were approached. <br><br> Shit. <br><br> We were about to get kicked out. Delinquents. <<speech "Big Guy">>"Excuse me. I don't mean to bother you, but...this is going to sound crazy, but I am a photographer and talent scout. I couldn't help but notice you."<</speech>> <br><br> Dumbfounded, we both turned towards the man who decidedly was //not// wearing a CVS uniform. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What?"<</speech>> <br><br> And then I clocked his body language. <br><br> <<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. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Well, that was fun!"<</speech>> She was on cloud ''nine'' for the next few days. Being a model was all she could talk about. And then it wasn't mentioned again. She was all jitters, about to go to her scouting session and then it was like she wanted to forget it. <br><br> I was more than happy to not bring it up. Whatever reason she had for wanting to come back down to 'normal' girl levels was a-ok with me. <br><br> The moment in CVS was hardly spoken about again, quickly dissolving into the weird little anecdotes that were worth a laugh, but not worth mentioning. She didn't laugh though. Ever. <br><br> We had other things to be focused on now. [[School|HS001 - StoryArc]]. </div>
/* Pop-up Title: Stat Caps */ Your choice has brought <<print $CC.name>> to the current maximum cap for that stat. Any future choices that raise this stat will garner one 'xp' instead of an increase to the stat. The 'xp' will help her raise the stats during Act I of the main game.
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> Fuck. What about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>?! <<print _primaryTextOutput>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> <<print _secondTextPrefix>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>><<print _secondaryTextOutput>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <br><br> Fuck! What had I done? <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Had I done the same thing to them now? Had that been why I had done it? Revenge? They could //never// find out. <</if>>
<div id="exit-backdrop"> <br><br><br> <img src="img/Blue_Swallow_name.png"> <div style="text-align: center"><small>An American Erotic Spy Thriller</small></div> <br><br><br> </div> <h2>You've reached the edge of the Public build.</h2> <br> <<print $CC.name>>'s story continues — and there's a lot more of it. Everything you've just played is one narrow path through a much larger game. Here's what you're missing. <br><br> <h3>📖 The Prologue — more paths, more history</h3> <ul> <li>''Six more High School paths'' — Popular, Sports, Choir, Music, Volunteer, Studies. Each shapes Claire differently going into Act I.</li> <li>More first relationship options and Prom variants</li> <li>''Full Gap Year arcs'' — Europe (including Tallinn, where a Russian agent changes everything), Argentina au pair, Africa, and Switzerland. The Swiss path has consequences in Act I you haven't seen.</li> <li>Full University extracurriculars — College Cheerleading, Campus Modeling, and more</li> <li>Pregnancy arcs (High School and University) with their own branching storylines</li> <li>Bangkok interlude — a stopover that introduces Kate, an expat hiding something</li> <li>''RPG Character Creator'' — shorten the Prologue and customize Claire's stats directly (supporter exclusive)</li> <li>''Pre-Generated Characters'' — skip to Act I with a ready-made Claire (supporter exclusive)</li> </ul> <br> <h3>🕵️ Act I — the full operation</h3> <ul> <li>''The rest of the Big Event'' — what happens after the night ends. The aftermath. The debrief. What Claire found, and what it means.</li> <li>''Club Dancer and Prostitute job tracks'' — entirely different experiences at Club ZZYZX, with their own NPCs, encounters, and intel opportunities</li> <li>''The Escort spine'' — Bona's escort operation. Meet Casimir (a wealthy Greek with secrets), Cassidy (an American politician with no business being in Manila), and Lito (a loud connection to the Jayadewa network). The Second Escort puts Claire on a yacht. The Third Escort brings the Russian traffickers into the picture — and if Claire took the Tallinn path, she'll recognize them.</li> <li>''The Mall'' — build Claire's cover story, pick up gear, customize her wardrobe</li> <li>''Side Quests:'' <ul> <li>Dating Blue — a dating app match in the middle of a spy operation. Claire chooses to protect this one.</li> <li>Euji's night out — underground clubs, molly, a choice about what Claire wants</li> <li>Manila Friends — Tara (the American who's been at the Club longer than anyone, longer than the organization itself), Dalisay, Lila</li> <li>The Cassidy Investigation — a lone-wolf arc chasing an American politician through Makati</li> <li>The Nate Investigation — Claire tails her handler. He knew the whole time.</li> <li>School Legend — building a believable cover story around Manila</li> </ul> </li> <li>''The Honeypot System'' — fourteen-plus targets, from easy marks to the most dangerous people in Claire's orbit. Seduce for intelligence. Every target has their own arc, their own failure grades, their own payoff.</li> <li>''Backroom Infiltration'' — what's behind the door at Club ZZYZX. Claire's own dossier is in there. So is a file on Nate.</li> <li>''M003 — The Delivery'' — Casimir is moving something. Claire can intercept it.</li> <li>''M005 — Jungle Recon'' — the mission where everything changes. Claire goes into the field with Nate. She sees her mother. Alive. Working with the organization.</li> <li>The mystery of Elle — who she was, what she was doing, and whether she chose this</li> </ul> <br> <h3>💃 Support Blue Swallow</h3> <br> Supporters are always ''two full releases ahead'' of the Public build — and they shape what gets built next. <br><br> <ul> <li>HD paper doll art</li> <li>Sex animations</li> <li>Patron voting on future content</li> <li>Patron suggestions implemented in the game</li> <li>Discord access</li> <li>RPG Character Creator and Pre-Generated Claires</li> </ul> <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> <br><br> We'd love to have you in the community — and we look forward to continuing <<print $CC.name>>'s story with you. <br><br> <hr> <br> <small> ''Credits:''<br> Noice1bruh — Paper Doll and art assets (<a href="https://dryadquest.com/">check out their other game!</a>)<br> Fictionary — Rockstar coder<br> Zachari — UX/UI Design<br> LewdPirate — Doll assets and coding<br> Gertan — Passage art<br> </small>
<<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]] false>> ...my pastor had asked that everyone consider devoting time and energy towards the community, as He did. <br><br> So, of course, I considered my obligations to my college chances alongside God. <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[HS002 - Music]] false>> ...being a loner was hard. The only thing that really made me feel good was music. <br><br> So, of course, I ditched everything else in lieu of art. <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[HS002 - Popular]] false>> ...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>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[HS002 - Twitch]] false>> ...there was the opportunity to see our idols. In. Person. <br><br> So, of course, I needed to go to TwitchCon. <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[HS002 - Sports]] false>> ...the end of the year meant capstone competitions that made or broke you. <br><br> So, of course, I focused on the other thing colleges cared about: sports. <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[HS002 - Loser]]>> ...I didn't have a choice. I had been pidgeonholed long ago. <br><br> Wallflower. Weirdo. Loser. <<path [[HS002 - Studies]] false>> ...with such a high bar to meet, grades were of the utmost importance. <br><br> So, of course, I studied. <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <</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 "passage/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 $CC.FName>>. I'd have to take a risk. <<speechPC>>"Can...I sit with you?"<</speechPC>> Just a couple of underclassmen girls. I'd never met them before, but they seemed kind, they seemed to not be affiliated with the main groups...and they were younger than me, certainly they'd-- <br><br> Their mouths gaped. One gagged. They looked to each other in dumb astonishment before spreading their thighs and taking up as much space as possible. <br><br> I found a staircase to sit by myself. <br><br><br> Later, when Mom picked me up from school, she asked the age-old and most dreaded question, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"How was school?"<</speech>> Sighing, I shook my head. <<speechPC>>"Just another day."<</speechPC>> She knew to leave it be. I'd just hole up in my room like every afternoon, alone. <br><br> Not that I didn't wish it was different. I //did//. I wished... <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Loser2_Pop]]>> I could be one of the popular kids. <<path [[HS002 - Loser2_Sports]]>> I could fit in with the athletic kids. <</crossroads>>
<div id="volleyball"> <<outfit underwear>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Sports.png">> <<print "$CC.MName">> smiled at me, peering back from the driver's seat. We'd come straight from school and I was awkwardly trying to change in the backseat, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I heard they have locker rooms, dear."<</speech>> Her tone was kind, but it still stung. She didn't have the memories I did of the locker room. Maybe eventually. Stripping down in front of them felt too vulnerable right now. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just...faster this way."<</speechPC>> I had my backpack crammed up against one of the windows while my eyes darted at the other ones, making sure no one was seeing me as we sat in the parking lot. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Okay."<</speech>> I could hear her disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Show up early and ready to go. Impress the coach, ya know?"<</speechPC>> I tugged on the <<linkexpand "jersey">> <<upper "yellowsportsshirt">> jersey. At least now, people would see me fumbling around but not realize I was essentially Winnie the Pooh-ing it. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I think he'll care more about your talent than coming in your uniform Day One."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just...I'm halfway there, Mom. Can you just--"<</speechPC>> I stuffed my school clothes into my gym bag with a bit too much force, feeling them catch on the zipper. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>She switched tacks immediately, "Junior Varsity team. That's a big step, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Shifting my shoulder away from my backpack, I let it drop so I could dig through it for the rest of my gear. The <<linkexpand "spandex">> <<lower "tightsportsshorts">> spandex tugged tightly up my legs. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You know I'm proud of you."<</speech>> Was she reacting to my lack of response? Was she worried about me? <<speechPC>>"Did you ever play?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Volleyball? No. I was surprised you wanted to pick it up."<</speech>> I shrugged. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I didn't really do the sports thing, growing up."<</speech>> <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>I believed her. She never really had much definition. She was just a full-on, typical Mom-type Mom.<<else>>It was hard to not show my disbelief. She never hit the gym, but she had this effortless grace and athleticism about her.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I slid my feet into my <<linkexpand "sneaks">> <<feet "shoes_chunkysneakers">> sneaks. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Let's say //I'm// impressed. You look great, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She did look like she was beaming. <<speechPC>>"Well. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I leaned forward, gave her a peck on her cheek and began sliding out of the car, tugging my gym bag with me, <<speechPC>>"I'm ready to go."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I'll be here to pick you up when you're done."<</speech>> Hitting the door shut with my butt, I couldn't help but smile. It was nice to <<if $CC.Mom == 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 $CC.name>>. Didn't wanna screw this up.<</if>> Clap, clap. <<speech "Rod">>"Alright, girls. Let's do some drills. Let me see what you can do."<</speech>> Clap, clap. We scrambled onto the court and began to show off or striking, setting, serving. <br><br> I was exhausted, sweaty and dying for a shower by the end of our first session. The ick was too much to take, so I got over myself and headed to locker room along with all the other <<linkexpand "girls">> <<skillChecked "Pubes">> <<skillChecked "Suggestible" "Clique Label Reaction" "Stable" "Confident">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Naked girls in a shower <<image framed "passage/HS002-LockerRoom_shower.png">> */ girls. <br><br> <span id="pubes"> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I pulled <<linkexpand "off my clothing">> <<outfit naked>> off my clothing urgently. The sound of water running was teasing me. Girls were already in there and I needed to get clean. Now. <br><br> Then, as I stepped out of my shorts, one of the girls coughed. <br><br> Another cough. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she was looking at me. I froze, trying to ignore her. She had been one of the girls I had driven a spike at and was wondering if this was 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>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I pulled <<linkexpand "off my clothing">> off my clothing<<outfit naked>> urgently. The sound of water running was teasing me. Girls were already in there and I needed to get clean. Now. <br><br> I heard a cough from a girl named Lindsey. I looked over and she was making another, louder, clearly fake as she drew attention to...me. <<speech "Lindsay">>"Looks like <<print $CC.name>> is a slut."<</speech>> It was another girl, standing naked beside me, hands on her hips. The coughing girl had become laughing girl and I was gaining an audience as they checked out my pubic region. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> It came out as a squeak more than anything else. My hands dropped to cover up what I thought was...normal. Expected...acceptable. <<speech "Other Teammate">>"Like anyone would fuck //her//."<</speech>> I heard one girl gag. There wasn't a conversation. Just shaking heads, their hairless twats walked away from me and my shame. <br><br> The heat on my cheeks wasn't residue from the workout. I was embarassed and as nice as it felt to get clean, all I could think about was comparing myself to them. //This// is why I'd avoided the locker room, Mom. <br><br> I was confused. Lindsey, the cougher, was cleaner than I'd ever thought possible. Deepa and Rachel kept something along the lines of...a line, landing strip. But they were the only two. What made me the outlier? <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Loser3_Sports][$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; $Body.pubes = "bush"]]>> I grew it out fully, hiding my shameful parts. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </span> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<outfit loser>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser2_Pop.png">> <<if ($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 + ".png"`>>"I heard the interesting things are inside, dear."<</speech>> Her tone was kind, but it still stung. She didn't have the memories I did of the social interactions. <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 `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Well, then go and say hi!."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No...it wasn't them."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Okay."<</speech>> I could hear her disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Just...I'm supposed to meet them--"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Ya know, <<print $CC.name>>, people can be scary. I get it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>That got some side-eye, "Do you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Oh, I've dealt with some absolutely //frightening// individuals."<</speech>> I shrugged. <br><br> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Look. What's the worst that can happen?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You want a list?"<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"What about the //best//? Did you make a list of that? You're ''wonderful''. You look great, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She did look like she was beaming. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well. Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"And nothing //good// is going to come out of you just sitting in the backseat."<</speech>> I sighed. I nodded. She was right. I leaned forward, gave her a peck on her cheek and began sliding out of the car. <br><br> Hitting the door shut with my butt, I couldn't help but smile. It was nice to <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>see her making this effort with me<<else>>have Mom back in town for once<</if>>, it made things feel more normal. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Thanks, Mom."<</speechPC>> I called to her through the window and waved. <br><br> <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Plus I have errands to run!"<</speech>> A wry smirk, a wave, and she was gone, leaving me with the monolith of the mall and whatever waited for me <<link "inside">><<replace '#mall'>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I didn't have plans to actually meet anyone. I just knew they were here. A little eavesdropping, a few timely questions and I knew when I could run into them. <br><br> I wanted to run into them, right? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Mall Food Court <<image framed "passage/HS002-Mall_FoodCourt.png">> */ And there they were: Ava and the 'popular' kids. Ava was sitting on a table in the food court -- holding court. The rest were lazing around in chairs they'd pulled over, munching on fast food. They weren't //doing// anything, just exercising their freedom and feeling self-important. That's what they did. <br><br> Ava clocked me. I could ''feel'' her eyes landing on me. She was in the midst of saying something and I watched the corners of her mouth turn upward, leaning forward conspiratorially <<speech "Ava.png">>"Look who's alone."<</speech>> I heard it? Was it the design of the walls and tile and a lucky happenstance? Or did she do that on purpose? <br><br> The grind of chairlegs against the floor sounded like a construction site. They all turned to look at me. <br><br> A smattering of: <<speech>>"Loser."<</speech>><<speech>>"Does she hang out with //anyone//?"<</speech>><<speech>>"What is she doing here?"<</speech>><<speech>>"What is she ''wearing''?"<</speech>> <div id="ava"> <<crossroads #ava>> <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> Approach? <<blocked>> $CC.name believes she deserves to be a Loser too much. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey guys!"<</speechPC>> As believable smile as I could muster. <br><br> To my surprise, Ava slid off her throne and walked right up to me. She threw her arm around my shoulder and began leading me away from the food court, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Good point, Lindsay. We've //got// to do something about these clothes."<</speech>> A styling by ''Ava''? Sign. Me. Up. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh. Okay."<</speechPC>> Forever 21. The rest of the crew in tow and I was the focus. It felt //incredible//. She was talking to me like I was one of the others. She was ''touching'' me. <br><br> We picked out some things that I'd seen her wear and headed off to a changing room. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Oh, not much hanging space. I'll hand you these when you're ready."<</speech>> She clutched the outfit against herself, nudging me back behind the curtain. <br><br> I was grinning and nodding. <<speechPC>>"Thanks! They looks so cute!"<</speechPC>> I pulled off my <<linkexpand "sweatshirt">> <<upper>> sweatshirt. I tossed it out to her, <<speechPC>>"Not really sure it's my color, but I trust you."<</speechPC>> The Uggs and my flannel pants came off in a <<linkexpand "one-two">> <<feet>> <<lower>> one-two. I kicked them under the curtain. Sticking my arm out, <<speechPC>>"Kay. Ready."<</speechPC>> Hands were dragging my clothing out of sight, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Oh no, no. I don't wear anything under this."<</speech>> Really? Fuck, that was...a choice. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> I followed her <<linkexpand "advice">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Naked girl peeking out from behind a curtain in a changing room <<image framed "passage/HS002-ChangingRoom.png">> */ <<bra>> <<panties>> advice. <<speechPC>>"Fine, //now// I'm ready."<</speechPC>> I laughed off my discomfort. <br><br> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava?"<</speechPC>> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava..."<</speechPC>> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava?!"<</speechPC>> It took me a number of asks from changing room attendees and nearly half an hour before I worked up the courage to ask for them to find my clothes and pass it back to me. What a cruel [[trick|HS002 - Loser3_Pop]]. <</timed>> <</timed>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $CC.labelReaction gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lte 0>> Run. Save myself. <<blocked>> $CC.name is hates her Clique too much. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> Oh, no no. I felt danger. A gazelle on the open Savannah. <br><br> I acted like I didn't see her. Like I saw no one. <br><br> I kept walking. <br><br> Deeper into the mall. I didn't dare look back. <br><br> Into a store, making sure I wasn't followed. And then I heard her laugh. <br><br> I ducked behind a display. /* IMAGE (Needed): Girl peeking around a display in a mall store <<image framed "passage/HS002-Mall_StorePeek.png">> */ Why was she standing right outside //this// store? Did she know? <br><br> Eventually I was asked to leave -- they didn't like some girl clutching her knees in the corner of their store. I felt like I was being tossed out for sacrifice. But she wasn't there. <br><br> All the same, I moved from store to store, jumping slightly at every female voice, every crowd of kids my age. <br><br> I had no ride, so I had time to kill anyway. <br><br> This wasn't the way I had expected to spend the day at the [[mall|HS002 - Loser3_Pop]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<outfit sports>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_Sports.png">> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> I was placed at the top of the team. That meant our rotation was built around me. And that meant: animosity. <br><br> After school were days of drilling skill, relentless jumping, running and weight training. Friday we'd have our games. It was like a natural build and then the competition to cap it all off, just to start again the next week. <br><br> Yet, despite 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. /* IMAGE (Needed): A bare ass with a red welt from getting towel-snapped. <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_ass.png">> */ Girls jumping in my way when I called 'mine' -- dropped onto my ass. But maybe I woulda missed. Maybe they were right. <br><br> Rod looking for rotating a girl in and me ducking so he picked someone else. <br><br> It wasn't the snickers in the halls. It wasn't the stuff written on my locker. But it was still more of the same, just now in [[spandex|HS002 - Loser4_Sports]]. <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Maybe if I was more supportive of them, I'd ingratiate myself. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> I stopped putting myself so out there. I was there for bonding, not being some superstar. /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl being the watergirl for a team. <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_watergirl.png">> */ I helped clean up. I brought them water bottles. Fresh towels, tidy gym bags. I'd take the last shower -- even if the water was cool. <br><br> Despite being on the team, I got the nickname 'watergirl'. That was fine. It was a form of inclusion. I now had my role and it wasn't some excluded loser. <br><br> Rod seemed disappointed, seeing my focus turn to the other girls rather than my discipline. But he didn't understand what [[mattered|HS002 - Loser4_Sports]]. <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Maybe I just needed to work harder and impress them. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I blocked them out as much as I could. Just focus on the game, show them I belonged. <br><br> My thighs and elbows got beat up as I threw myself on the floor, sacrificing my body to save a rally. /* IMAGE (Needed): Bruised knees and elbows from diving on a volleyball court <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_bruises.png">> */ I wouldn't let the girls just take the balls that I called -- I knew that I had it, so we'd crash together while I powered through a strike or set. <br><br> It didn't make me any friends, but Rod warmed to me. 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 framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_Pop.png">> The Monday after a Break was always an interesting time at school. There had been a party and someone had gotten way too drunk, or hooked up with some guy. Or girl. //Something// had happened and it was all they could talk about. <<speech "Erica">>"Danny. Did you //hear//? My older brother and his friends were throwing a party...and guess who showed up."<</speech>> She cocked her head my way. Wait. What party? She had an older brother? <<speech "Danny">>"Oh shit. How'd she get invited? He always throws ''ragers''."<</speech>> <<speech "Erica">>"Because they know about her. And she lived up to expectations."<</speech>> I was sitting right //here//, Erica. She began making blowjob motions. For multiple guys at once. I felt the heat of embarassment. <<speech "Danny">>"All of them?"<</speech>> He looked at me with lustful desire. <<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. /* IMAGE (Needed): The opposing female volleyball team seen from the other side of the net <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Sports_OpposingTeam.png">>*/ I could feel her presence without seeing her. Ava. My nemesis. <br><br> And then I saw her. She was just chatting away in the bleachers with girls from our school. She had invited them to watch. It was a social event for her and had nothing to do with me. But maybe...I could make them all notice. If we won, if I delivered, they couldn't possibly relegate me anymore. <br><br> I knew I'd win -- I //had// to. <br><br> I felt like a gladiator getting ready to go into the arena. <br><br> I took my place on the back line, toe of my sneaker digging at the paint as if I could get better purchase. I gave a quick glance to Rod. <br><br> He nodded. <br><br> The ball took flight, crowd hubbub falling away, and for a moment the stadium was silent. <br><br> The ball flew forward just before the <<shake 3s>>CRACK<</shake>> of my palm against fabric echoed in the cavernous gym. And we were off! <br><br> Back and forth, girls grunted, slammed into the floor at the last moment to save from a Kill. The score climbed, neck and neck, <<linkexpand "until match point...">> until match point... <br><br> <<if $HS.compWin gte 3>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Sports_Celebration.png">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> <<speech "Opponent">>"Mine!"<</speech>> she called out, her body shifting to target the far side of 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>> <<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><<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Sports-Lose-HeadHung.png">> She turned to her squadmates who were screaming, and crying. Their coach was scrambling onto the court just ahead of their fans and parents. It was a veritable moshpit of emotion. <br><br> Ours emptied just as fast, <<linkexpand "leaving me alone.">> leaving me alone. <br><br><br> They had won. Our season was over. And even worse: it had been my fault. I couldn't bear to look to the bleachers. <br><<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Sports-Lose-BlackEye.png">> A bruise was burgeoning 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 ++>> Mom and Dad were out of town. There wasn't even a word about 'behaving' or setting down ground-rules. They trusted me. <br><br> There was an opportunity here to leverage that trust into some social currency. I could throw a party. <br><br> Even though it was //me//, who could deny the opportunity to get out from prying eyes, get drunk, dance, have some fun? It was a new, fresh venue...and wouldn't something crazy happening at ''my'' house be an even better story to tell? <br><br> <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Time to start inviting people! <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> I was greeted with encouragement straight from the start: surprised looks and immediate 'yes'es. <br><br> Moving with confidence, I approached the more popular kids. Unsurprisingly, I received looks of doubt and incredulousness. But still they shrugged and smiled. <br><br> This was going to be a kickass party! Go <<print $CC.name>>! Things might be looking up for your standing around school. <br><br> The day approached and I began to worry about how big the party would end up being. I had a detailed list of who I had invited and a majority of positive RSVPs, but what about the spreading excitement? Who would invite their friends? <br><br> Was my reasonable number going to end up being an unreasonable crowd? Would the cops get called? Would the place get trashed? Would my parents find out? <br><br> Pushing down my worries, I got snacks and drinks. I began making the playlist and making sure that my house was ready to receive my guests! <br><br> It was the night of the <<linkexpand "party!">> party... <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Pop.png">> Not a single person showed up. <br><br> I was devastated. <br><br> Ava had thrown her own competing party on the down-low and had actually //encouraged// kids to say yes to me knowing full well that they'd be at her party. <br><br> It sounded like it was an 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. <<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser4_Pop_SmallParty.png">> */ <br><br><br> There was another [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]]. It wasn't mine, but somehow I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been technically 'invited'. <</crossroads>> </div>
/* 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.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> She was waving me over. <<speech "Ava.png">>"We were almost done, come on, get in..."<</speech>> Ushering me towards a door as two other kids came out. Derek and Erica, clothes disheleved, hair a mess. Her makeup was mussed. He looked quite happy. <<speechPC>>"What's..."<</speechPC>> She rolled her eyes, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Seven minutes in heaven."<</speech>> And then I was in the closet. <br><br> With someone else. <br><br> The door was closed. <br><br> It was dark. <br><br> I heard their breathing. <<speechPC>>"Hello." Soft, unsure.<</speechPC>> Then he grabbed me and moved to make out. /* IMAGE (Needed): Lips meeting in the dark <<image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND_Kiss.png">> */ <<include "HS002 - Loser_7inHeaven">> <<path>> Be sensible. A side door or something wouldn't make a big entrance. <<contents>> Down a pathway alongside the house. Around the back to where kids were jumping into the pool, some fully clothed, some in swimsuits, some...not. <br><br> I hugged the wall tightly, not wanting to get shoved in. <br><br> And then I found the back door, right into the kitchen. I pulled the knob and entered. <br><br> People shuffled around, barely a look my way -- sometimes it's good to be invisible. <br><br> I'd made it in successfully...now I could just party! <br><br> I grabbed a drink and 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.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> She was waving me over. <<speech "Ava.png">>"We were almost done, come on, get in..."<</speech>> Ushering me towards a door as two other kids came out. Derek and Erica, clothes disheleved, hair a mess. Her makeup was mussed. He looked quite happy. <<speechPC>>"What's..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She rolled her eyes, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Seven minutes in heaven."<</speech>> And then I was in the closet. <br><br> With someone else. <br><br> The door was closed. <br><br> It was dark. <br><br> I heard their breathing. <<speechPC>>"Hello." Soft, unsure.<</speechPC>> <br><br> Then he grabbed me and moved to make out. /* IMAGE (Needed): Lips meeting in the dark <<image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND_Kiss.png">> */ <<include "HS002 - Loser_7inHeaven">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="sevenInHeaven"> <<crossroads #sevenInHeaven>> <<path>> When in Rome... <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I latched onto him in return. Our tongues dived into each other's mouths. I was picturing Derek. Even though it couldn't have been Derek, still the thought, the image, the possibility...who else had I lucked out to be with? <br><br> God. He really wanted me. He was pawing at my ass, tugging at my leggings and getting a hand in them. They <<linkexpand "dropped">> <<lower>> dropped and his finger dug in. He wasn't good at this, but still...it kinda felt...good? I guess. <br><br> His other hand was pulling at my sweatshirt, yanking it <<linkexpand "over my head">> <<upper>> <<pullBra>> <<askewPanties>> over my head to get at my other goods. He was going quick. <br><br> My one hand was on his wrist, trying to forestall this moving any further. Trying to hold back my own arousal as well. <br><br> Still he was urgent...we //did// only have seven minutes. <br><br> The door yanked <<linkexpand "open.">> open. <br><br> Had it been seven? No way-- <br><br> Shocked, I had broken the kiss, his finger still pushing in and out of me, his hand kneading my chest. <br><br> Not Derek. Stephen. A kid that I thought had less social cred than me. Pockmarked and acne-ridden. Pudgy. Oily. Receding hairline even at his age. Coke-bottle glasses. <br><br> I froze, not sure what else to do. <br><br> And they all were laughing. At me. <<speech>>"What a SLUT!"<</speech>> Stephen was laughing happily, feeling the heat and softness of my pussy on his finger, the give and suppleness of my breast. /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl scrambling through a crowd of people at a party, clutching and covering her bare chest. They're all laughing. <<image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND_Scramble.png">> */ I twisted, yanking myself free from him and nearly tumbling out of the closet, my pants tying up my ankles. Somehow I had grabbed my sweatshirt on the way out. <br><br> I was moving through the crowd with my clothes in disarray, trying to pull them back on while heading straight out the door. <br><br> This had been a //disaster//. <br><br> And right before [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]]. The story of this would be on everyone's lips. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> No. Way. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> I tugged back, avoiding the searching mouth. <br><br> Who was this? <br><br> I fought against his pawing hands. He was pulling at the tie of my flannel pants, trying to get his Heaven while he could. <br><br> /* TODO Pulled top needed */ Fuck, dude! Consent! <<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. <<speech "Ava.png">>"What. A. Pruuuude."<</speech>> I stumbled out, shouldering my way past the wall of opps. <<speech>>"No fun."<</speech>><<speech>>"Why'd she even go in."<</speech>><<speech>>"Chad's hot."<</speech>><<speech>>"Must be a lesbian."<</speech>> <br><br> Somehow I heard all their comments over the music. <br><br> I had only one thing in mind: leaving. /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl crying while running out of a party, people laughing behind her <<image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND_Crying.png">> */ This had been a //disaster//. <br><br> And right before [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]]. The story of this would be on everyone's lips. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<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.firstRelationship.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. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> I grunted out groggily from beneath the pillow. A moment passed and then, I jerked upright, eyes going from shut to wide in a split-second as an uncomfortable, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Oh, I'm sorry <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Oh, I'm sorry <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>><</if>> came, //already// in my room -- <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. <br><br> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name == "Uncle Tom" || body.name == "Arvin" || body.name == $CC.DName)>>I wasn't in the mood, but it wasn't anything he hadn't seen already. I remained splayed out until, groggily, I realized it wasn't only him.<</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> <<set _isNaked = !$Body.isWearingPanties or $Body.isBraless == true>> <<if _isNaked>> <br> He averted his gaze. The man with him did not. At least not right away. I was so shocked, it took me too long to realize what was wrong. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Jesus! <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. You can't just come in here!"<</speechPC>> <<if Array("Uncle Tom", $CC.DName).includes($HS.firstRelationship.name)>>yeah it was an act, but a good one, eyes wide at him like 'really?!' while hiding myself for the sake of the //other// man in the room<<else>>I glared at him<</if>>, pulling the sheets <<if _isNaked>>over my naked body<<else>>tight around myself<</if>>, <<linkexpand "cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well.">> <<outfit towel>> cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well. <br><br> Just my head peeked out, frowning firmly and trying to make heads or tails of the other guy in my room. <<speech "Stranger">>"We're really sorry--"<</speech>> the man spoke. He wore a suit, which was weird for...it was Monday? Already? Ugh. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I did knock--"<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"I did knock--"<</speech>><</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> tried to excuse himself. <<speechPC>>"Knock to say you were coming in...I coulda been doing //anything//. Who are you?"<</speechPC>> My anger redirected easily. <<speech "Stranger">>"So, you...shouldn't be finding out like this. We were hoping it was going to wait, at least until graduation..."<</speech>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> waved the suit off before he could interject, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"We were trying to protect you."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"We were trying to protect you."<</speech>><</if>> He stepped back, looking ashamed, <<linkexpand "eyes dropped and giving the suit the floor.">> eyes dropped and giving the suit the floor. <br><br><br> I adjusted myself under the covers, trying to beat back the work my brain was doing to tie up all these loose ends and vagueness. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>. My name is Nate. I'm an Officer with the US Government and, this might come as a shock to you, but your mother's Case Officer. No, she wasn't on probation or anything like that..."<</speech>> he brushed away the assumption. <br><br> He continued, sitting on the end of my bed. <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</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.">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> 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 $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> knew. Third and most importantly: what was I supposed to do with any of this? <br><br> And of course, I had been sworn to secrecy. National security and whatnot. I got a chuckle out of thinking of being tried for treason simply for sharing this with the Boys. <br><br> My life had exploded. <br><br><br> Timing was unkind -- giving me no time to process or react -- I had to take [[Finals|HS010 - Finals]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set _isNaked = !$Body.isWearingPanties or $Body.isBraless == true>> <<if _isNaked>> <br> He averted his gaze. I was so shocked it took me too long to realize what was wrong. <br><br><br> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Jesus! <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. You can't just come in here!"<</speechPC>> I glared at him, pulling the sheets <<if _isNaked>>over my naked body<<else>>tight around myself<</if>>, <<linkexpand "cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well.">> <<outfit towel>> cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well. <br><br><br> Just my head peeked out, frowning firmly and trying to make heads or tails of why he didn't just leave. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I'm sorry, dear. It...is time for school, so you should start getting ready."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"I'm sorry, dear. It...is time for school, so you should start getting ready."<</speech>><</if>> 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. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"And that's not all."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"And that's not all."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br><br> He had turned, looking out the window and trying to give me privacy. <<speechPC>>"Um. Okay."<</speechPC>> I stood there, hands on my hips, <<linkexpand "establishing dominance in a very weird way.">> establishing dominance in a very weird way. <br> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Mom is gone."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Mom is gone."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> I shrugged, feeling my body jiggle in response to the sudden and quick movement, <<speechPC>>"Yeah. And?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He sighed, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I didn't even know she was going. The night of Prom...she just...left. I haven't been able to contact her."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"I didn't even know she was going. The night of Prom...she just...left. I haven't been able to contact her."<</speech>><</if>> 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> <<speech "Stranger">>"We're really sorry--"<</speech>> the man spoke. He wore a suit. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Did you want to sit--"<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Did you want to sit--"<</speech>><</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</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. <<speechPC>>"Who are you?"<</speechPC>> I didn't sit. <<speech "Stranger">>"So, you...shouldn't be finding out like this. We were hoping it was going to wait, at least until graduation..."<</speech>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> waved the suit off before he could interject, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"We were trying to protect you."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"We were trying to protect you."<</speech>><</if>> He looked ashamed, eyes dropped and giving the suit a sign he could speak. <br><br><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. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>. My name is Nate. I'm an Officer with the US Government and, this might come as a shock to you, but your mother's Case Officer. No, she wasn't on probation or anything like that..."<</speech>> he brushed away the assumption. <br><br> He continued, <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> remained, cowed and practically praying at the table, present but quiet. <br><br> And that was how I learned that my Mom, a woman who'd been entirely out of my life had just crashed back in -- <<linkexpand "and //still// wasn't even here.">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> 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>>Dad<</if>> knew. Third and most importantly: what was I supposed to do with any of this? <br><br> And of course, I had been sworn to secrecy. National security and whatnot. I got a chuckle out of thinking of being tried for treason simply for sharing this with the Boys. <br><br> My life had exploded. <br><br><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>>Dad<</if>>. And then, it just ceased to be a thing. <br><br> The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> thought I was crazy and being incredibly irresponsible. Maybe I was. Maybe I was blowing up my life irreparably. But that felt like it had already happened //to// me. It was time to take control and [[this|HS010 - Horizon]] is how I was doing it. <br><br> <<path>> Or I could actually try. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, 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>>Dad<</if>>. And then, it just ceased to be a thing. <br><br> The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> thought I was crazy and being incredibly irresponsible. Maybe I was. Maybe I was blowing up my life irreparably. But that felt like it had already happened //to// me. It was time to take control and [[this|HS010 - Horizon]] is how I was doing it. <br><br> <<path>> Or I could actually try. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, 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>
At least there was //some// relief. /* IMAGE (Needed): A report card showing various grades. <<image framed "passage/hs.reportcard.png">> */ <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> Mom and <<print $CC.FName>> were constantly breathing down my neck. And disappointed. <br><br> But for all that, for all the 'warnings' and things that at the time had pushed me further away from succeeding at school, seeing those grades and hearing from the counselor what they //actually// meant? <br><br> Fuck. It ''did'' have repercussions. And I'd face them now. <br><br> Everyone was looking to the horizon for their first real decision. Looming there, imposing and frightening. <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<<set $Dossier.showEval = true>> <<set $codeName = "Omega Stratagem">> I sat on my bed, my phone uncharacteristically off. <br><br> I looked over the mess of my room: a result of the past couple weeks. /* IMAGE (Needed): Teenager's bedroom, an absolute MESS <<image framed "passage/HS010-Horizon.png">> */ I had not been taking care of myself and it showed. The amount of laundry needed to be done was plain as day, there was now a carpet of my discarded clothes. The sheets of my bed had been tugged into place so many times that they no longer could even affect a 'made bed' look anymore. My luggage peeked out at me from the closet. I had pulled them out and put them back at least once every day. <br><br><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"]] false>> No need to rush to college. Deferred enrollment was a thing. I needed to clear my head, figure out what to do. I needed to get away from home -- maybe...a year? But, ''where should I go''? <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<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>> <<call>>"I won't be late."<</call>> <<call "$CC.friend1">>"Not dressed?"<</call>> <<call>>😈<</call>> <<call "$CC.friend1">>"Lemme see."<</call>> <<call>>🍆<</call>> Wow. That was an escalation from the usual. I wanted to write it off as just a horny teenager but this was <<print $CC.friend1>>, one of my //Boys//. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked 'Easy' 'Confident' 'Excitable'>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I was surprised it had taken this long. I <<linkexpand "snapped">><<upper>> <<linkexpand "some">><<bra>> <<linkexpand "escalating">><<panties>> <<linkexpand "nudes">><<panties>> and playfully sent them back slowly as I got ready and headed over to the school. [[Graduation present|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 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 <<linkexpand "tasteful">><<upper>><<lower>> way to fulfill the wish. [[Graduation present|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I shut this down ''immediately'', <<call>>"Gross, dude. [[Deleting|HS011 - Graduation2]]."<</call>> <</if>> <<else>> It was the big day. School officially coming to a close and all of us scattering to the wind. Even though there was nothing on the line, there was still a pit in my stomach. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> buzzed on my phone, keeping me from actually figuring out the root cause of my nervousness, <<call "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Cap and gown lookin' good?"<</call>> <<call>>"I won't be late."<</call>> <<call "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Not dressed?"<</call>> <<call>>😈<</call>> <<call "$HS.firstRelationship.name">>"Lemme see."<</call>> <<call>>🍆<</call>> <div id="selfie"> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Fulfill the ''desire''. <<contents>> <br> Not the most convincing argument, but I was feeling <<linkexpand "generous.">> <<outfit naked>> A confident saunter in front of the mirror and I snapped a couple nudes, deciding between them as I ignored insistent follow-up texts. <br><br> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3.125s>> Caption... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <br> <<next 1.125s>> ...Caption.... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...How to caption this... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>{{{*bzzt* *bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 2.125s>> <br><br> I could sense the salivating. <<next 1.125s>> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Ahh, the one in the cap: It's hot out. I think I'll go like ''this'' under the gown. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation1">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Just hoped he didn't save and [[share|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <<path>> Ahh, the one from the side, showing off: You gonna miss ''this''? <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation2">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Just hoped he didn't save and [[share|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <<path>> Ahh, the one throwing up deuces: Can't rush me when I'm ''fingering''. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation3">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Just hoped he didn't save and [[share|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Leave it on ''read'' <<contents>> Eh, can't reward such a half-assed and horny attempt. <br><br> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3.125s>> Punish... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...Punish.... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...How to punish... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>{{{*bzzt* *bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 2.125s>> <br><br> 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">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Greedy [[boy|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <<path>> Ahh, send back a dick pic I got sent: You gonna miss ''this'' dick? /* IMAGE (Needed): Dick Pic <<image framed "passage/HS010-DickPic.png">>*/ <<contents>> <<call>>🍆<</call>> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Greedy [[boy|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <<path>> Ahh, sun behind me...get a shadow, yeah, cast right over the gown on the bed: Already fading from your ''memory''? <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation5">> <br><br> The lack of response was all I needed to know how well it worked. Greedy [[boy|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</crossroads>> <br> ...Hmm... </div> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.grad == "early">> 'Graduation' was a far cry from the standard experience. I didn't get a cap and gown. There were no graduation parties. I didn't get to share in the excitement and anxiousness with my classmates. <br><br> Instead, I crossed no stage, shook no hands. My diploma was sent to me in the mail. While other kids were hunkering down for the next year, finals, the crunch time...I was done. <br><br> It was a weird moment in my life and the first time I began to feel distanced from my friends. It had been years of us in lock-step and now I was taking a different path. <br><br> I felt forgotten. <br><br> And with nothing else to keep me occupied, it was time for me to make the next steps in my [[life|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <<set $HS.acceptance = $HS.testScore>> <<elseif $HS.grad == "fail">> <<set $HS.acceptance = 0>> There would be no cap and gown for me. I became a story among the kids at school and a tale of warning for parents and the next few years of students. There would be no diploma. <br><br> It felt damning. <br><br> What had the past ten or so years been all for? A waste? Was I condemned now? Relegated away from not just higher education but continued education as well. What could my life be at this point? <br><br> Looking back on all the opportunities where I could have tried a bit harder, focused a bit more on school, came into stark clarity now. It's not like there hadn't been signs and warnings, I just hadn't thought it that big a deal. It wouldn't happen to me -- and if it did, so what. Couldn't be that bad. <br><br> Right? <br><br> We'd see. But 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)>> We were legion: caps and gowns undulating like a sea in the sunlight. Chairs assembled on the freshly cut grass causing our allergies to collectively act up. <br><br><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.firstRelationship.name>> winked at me. <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> cheered far too loudly, but I appreciated it, giving a bashful wave to him. <br><br> Then back to my seat. Well. That was... <<linkexpand "underwhelming.">> underwhelming. <br><br><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 ALL my life out there"] = 2>> <</if>> <<set _drugoptions = {}>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'partier' || $CC.hsv == 'club'>> <<set _drugoptions["tried everything once. Usually kept 'trying'"] = 3>> <<else>> <<set _drugoptions["had tried a few things here or there"] = 1>> <<set _drugoptions["knew where to get it, to buy it"] = 2>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set _drugoptions["never touched the stuff"] = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<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> Dad was not pleased with my scholastic...results. <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>He tried to beat them out of me, too.<<else>>He was doing all he could to try and figure out where he had gone wrong, what he had done...what he could do.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>When the news hit, he gave me a look: appraising. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Don't think you're good enough?"<</speech>> Something about the tone was begging the question?<<else>>Somehow, he had picked up on some self-consciousness and figured that all of my failings had come from a lack of confidence. So in one of the most awkward conversations //in// ''my'' __life__...<</if>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Would...you want to...have....augmentations?"<</speech>> He almost coughed it out. I froze, the thought that he was considering my body in that way...at //all// was front-and-center. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Could be less flat. I get it."<</speech>><<else>><<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>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Can you shut up."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">>A hard look. That he didn't hit me was surprising. I should have known better.<<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Ab.so.lutely."<</speech>><</if>> But the offer was out there. Did I really need them? Was my chest worth doing something about? A painful, irreversible procedure...would it 'improve' me and my life? <div id="tits"> <<crossroads #tits>> <<path>> No. I didn't need them. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> I never brought it up. He never mentioned it again. We were happy to leave it that way. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path>> Maybe a little. Just one cup size. Hardly noticable, right? <<contents>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.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>> <br><br> That was it. The first real line in the sand in my life. No turning and going back to high school. It was frightening, the world was huge. <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 && ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value) && !Array("extralarge", "large", "huge").includes($Body.tits) && $HS.testScore gt 4>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <br><br> Dad was overjoyed with my scholastic results. He bragged to everyone he knew, he was beaming in all the pictures. <br><br> He wanted to make a big show and reward me for my success. How he chose to do it was...a bit awkward. <br><br> Somehow, he had picked up on some self-consciousness. So in one of the most awkward conversations //in// ''my'' __life__... <<speech "$CC.DName">>"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 $CC.maleAttention -->> <<accessory2 "necklace_vancleef">> <<speechPC>>"What about a car. Girls get those for graduation presents too."<</speechPC>> He mused, as if he'd never thought of it. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"We can talk about it."<</speech>> We didn't talk about it. I didn't get a car. But I did get a cute Van Cleef necklace to symbolize this transition and my success. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path>> Maybe a little. Just one cup size. Hardly noticable, right? <<contents>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("tits")>> <<if $Body.tits == "small">><<set $Body.tits = "medium">><<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<elseif $Body.tits == "large">><<set $Body.tits = "extralarge">><<elseif $Body.tits == "extralarge">><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt1>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path !Array("extralarge", "large", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>> Yeah. Why not. I'd always hated my tits and envied others in the showers. Let me stun'em with my new girls. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention += 2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("tits")>> <<if Array("small", "medium").includes($Body.tits)>><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<else>><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt2>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $HS.testScore gt 4>> Dad was overjoyed at my scholastic results. He wished he could get me a car or something as a reward, but he did manage to scrounge together enough for a beautiful necklace. <<accessory2 "necklace_vancleef">> <br><br> It was so sweet of him and meant more to me than a car. <br><br> A perfect reminder that I was a full-fledged 'adult' now, transitioning and needing to make the //many// choices of my own. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<else>> Dad smiled, glad to know that I was going to move on from highschool. I could tell he wasn't super proud of the 'results', but I think -- given everything going on in my life -- he didn't blame me. <br><br> <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</if>> <</if>>
<br><br> Growing up nowadays, social media was all around. MySpace and Facebook -- vanguard of it all -- were becoming passé. Kik, TikTok, Insta, Snap, Whisper, it was a veritable cornucopia of ways to connect virtually. <br><br> Personally, I <<cycle "$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 tons over the years...maybe thanks to some rhythm, thanks to some OTC help, thanks to luck, didn't matter why. I was glad. <div id="noBC"> <<crossroads #noBC>> <<path>> I had proven the decision was good so far, I didn't feel like a change was necessary. Why fix something that ''wasn't broken''? <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = true>> <br><br> Whether I had sperm-killing juices, an iron womb, or some ability to control my ovulation, it didn't matter. I rolled unprotected and I wore it like a badge of honor. <<path>> I...had enough of the sleepless nights, tears and calendar counting. And late night almost texts to guys. I needed to ''get onto something''. <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <<contentsShared>> <br><br><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>> Guess what. I hadn't had sex. So the choice to not weigh myself down with extra hormones had been a solid one. Go ''me''. Let's keep on trucking! <br><br> While I wasn't the only member of the V-club, I wondered if the pressure I had felt in school would mount to be too much to handle. Was I really that much of a weirdo? <br><br> I had flirted and had my own fun and -- while dates had been fewer and further between, and not too long-lasting -- it wasn't like I hadn't experienced love. <br><br> Even without sex, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was a //massive// chapter of my life. They helped me understand who I am and opened doors that I might have been to afraid to try <<linkexpand "alone...">> alone. <<face crying runny>> <br><br> Fuck! Already fucking //crying//. Kay. Toughen up, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my constant growing up. But the world was such a huge place and there were so many other people...I was moving on. Were they moving with me? <br><br> We both saw the storm coming and weren't sure exactly where we stood with each other. The future was scary. We'd each made our own decisions about what was next...and it would mean time apart. All of our conversations and texts between us had gotten a little strained over the past couple weeks, almost purposefully avoiding what we both knew was coming. <br><br> It was time to DTR. <div id="firstRelationship"> <<crossroads #firstRelationship>> <<path>> Yeah. I could handle an LDR. <<contents>> <<set $HS.LDR = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> Why would I change how things were? Having <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> in my life meant that I had someone I could cry to if I needed it. Whenever I needed it. <br><br> They were loyal as they came. Why would I ditch having that support? <br><br> I think <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had their suspicions about my...extra-relationship activities. But I think they took it as part of what 'us together' meant for //me//, what it meant for //them//. It was an arrangement that worked. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I felt a pit in my gut. I knew that with distance between us, how they acted probably wouldn't change. We'd continue the see-saw of misunderstanding and confusion. I'd get hurt. <br><br> But maybe with the distance I wouldn't find out about it. Or...maybe it wouldn't happen. <br><br> Even knowing, I //needed// them to not be scared with how much was changing. <br><br> And I think they needed the stability too. If only because they wanted to have me on speeddial whenever they needed it. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<Stats Stable -= 3>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Something about the future scared me. I needed a rock. <br><br> We barely had even the semblence of a relationship to date. I think <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was as confused as I was when I brought up our future. <br><br> Maybe it was just a blip and as soon as there was the distance between us, I'd be alone again. <br><br> But maybe not. <<else>> And they could too! We'd been faithful to each other so far, there was no reason to believe otherwise now. <</if>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> So we kept texting 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. <<speechPC>>"...the only way to find out if we were like...really meant for each other after all, ya know? Staying //together// wasn't a test. It might ruin things...don't you understand?"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> It was the first time I had to really do something like that. I knew it would hurt them. It was painful in the lead-up, in the practice...I had expected ''that''. <br><br> I hadn't expected how easy it would be to walk away afterwards. <br> They acted //blindsided//, that they screamed and wailed...as if I was the cruelest person in the world. As if I was killing them. <br><br> I knew what the ick was in that very moment. I had made the right choice. On to bigger and better. <br><br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my self. But they were part of the before, not a part of my future. <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> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was a //massive// chapter of my life. They helped me understand who I am and opened doors that I might have been to afraid to try <<linkexpand "alone...">> alone. <<face crying runny>> <br><br> Fuck! Already fucking //crying//. Kay. Toughen up, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my constant growing up. But the world was such a huge place and there were so many other people...I was moving on. Were they moving with me? <br><br> We both saw the storm coming and weren't sure exactly where we stood with each other. The future was scary. We'd each made our own decisions about what was next...and it would mean time apart. All of our conversations and texts between us had gotten a little strained over the past couple weeks, almost purposefully avoiding what we both knew was coming. <br><br> It was time to DTR. <div id="firstRelationship"> <<crossroads #firstRelationship>> <<path>> 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.firstRelationship.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.firstRelationship.name>> in my life meant that I had someone I could cry to if I needed it. Whenever I needed it. <br><br> They were loyal as they came. Why would I ditch having that support? <br><br> 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.firstRelationship.name>> was as confused as I was when I brought up our future. <br><br> Maybe it was just a blip and as soon as there was the distance between us, I'd be alone again. <br><br> But maybe not. <<else>> And they could too! We'd been faithful to each other so far, there was no reason to believe otherwise now. <</if>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> So we kept texting. As life changed around us, having them was comforting. It might not be forever...but it //might//. <br><br><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> <</linkexpand>> <</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 $CC.actPath is 1>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 2>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age == -1>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tight Pussy")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age == -2>> <<run $num += 2>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tight Pussy", "Tiny Pussy")>> <</if>> <<sexSkillsSetup 2>> <<intro>> 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>> <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <<set $HS.preg = false>> And at the time, I was certain that life had many more opportunities to grow and change. And boy, <<if $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[was I right|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <</sexSkillsSetup>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<set _atCon = _atCon == undefined ? false : _atCon>> <<set _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.firstRelationship.name>>. What was I going to tell them? Would this change things between us? <br><br> I had thought that I was a loyal person...I guess I wasn't. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I craved being back with them. For something loving, for something comforting. Maybe, kinda as an apology. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? Had that been why I had done it? Revenge? They could //never// find out. <</if>>
/* What is the Home Base? - List of 'missions'/'vignettes'/'events' that have variable gates to access them. - Return here after each path. - Ideally, each release would have a new set of these paths added to the catalog and each release would allow players to move one more 'home base' page further. - I'm sure we would create a unique design here to distinguish homeBase from standard CrossRoads. - Each release will have a certain number of 'days' allowed and each of those arcs will take up an amount of days to accomplish. - Once Days = X, they hit EXIT Times visited Base: <<= $HomeBase.visits>> Days Past: <<= $HomeBase.days>> */ <<stateRemove aroused>> <div id="HomeBase"> <<ovulationCheck>> <<updatePersonality>> <<if $HomeBase.visits == 1>> <<include "HB - FirstVisit">> <<elseif $HomeBase.visits gte 20>> The alarm had a painful quality to it today. I didn't want to get out of bed -- as uncomfortable as it was -- and the weight of time and what was on the line pressed down on my chest, keeping me there. I knew I'd be able to force myself to keep moving, but not now. Just five more minutes. <br><br> (Please save. Then, [[Keep it moving|EXIT]].) <<else>> <<include "HB - MainText">> <br><br> <<if $mindCorruption gt 0 and $mindCorruption gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<include "HB - MindCorruption">> <</if>> <<if $mindBreak gt 0 && $mindBreak gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Inventory.includes("MindSave")>> Fuck. What was I doing? What had I //done//?! Where was the <<print $CC.name>> that I had used to be. A flood of my past was crashing into my psyche, flashing back and forth with much more recent, painful memories. My mind couldn't reconcile the two. It was all too much for me. I couldn't go [[on|END]]. <<elseif $mindBreak gt 0 && $mindBreak gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Inventory.includes("MindSave")>> My chest was heaving, it felt like my heart was going to bust out of my chest. Fuck! What was I doing? What had I //done//?! My mind felt like it was about to splinter. I could only think of one thing right now: that medication Angelo had given me. <br><br> I pressed down on the explosion in my brain, pressing against the bulging door as long as I could. I grabbed the bottle and popped the ''one'' capsule that was inside. I [[swallowed|HB - MindSave]]. <<else>> <<include "HB - MainCrossroads">> <</if>> /*INACIVE PATHS <<path [[SQ003 - Kenji]] $Memories.includes("Stolen ID") && $Reports.includes("Stolen ID")>> <<hover>> Signal app: <<call>>"Good to go on Kenji."<</call>> I guess I needed to play dumb and head to his address... <br><br> Wonder if this will bear fruit. <<tip>> ''Side Mission: Kenji Kuy and the 'Lost' ID'' <</hover>> <<hidden !$Memories.includes("Stolen ID") || !$Reports.includes("Stolen ID") || visited("SQ003 - Kenji")>> */ /* TODO (Cassie) : Future Near-term Paths - Connect with Mikel (if knows him); */ <</if>> </div> <<set $HomeBase.visits ++>> <<homebaseDays ++>>
<<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]] false>> <<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>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<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> ''Main Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") || $People['AI'].Nino.rel lt -1>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]]>> <<hover>> A job might be the best way to get into the club after all.<br> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved, directly, at the Club? <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJobDay1]]>> <<hover>> Got the job. Now got to get to work.<br> Time for my first shift at ZZYZX. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <</hover>> <<hidden $employedZZYZX is false || $M2.visitedClubJobDay1>> <<path [[HB - TimeSkip]]>> <<hover>> Don't push myself too hard. Take a break today.<br> I didn't //have// to be a secret agent today. I could just relax, distract myself and do some self-care instead. <br><br> ''Non-Mission: Take a day for me.'' <<tip>> (Time Skip) While not EROS-encouraged, there may be benefits to avoiding too much physical, emotional, or mental strain. Or simply a need to wait for Mission timings to line up. <</hover>> <<path [[M001 - HQ]]>> <<hover>> See what help my Case Officer might offer. Being a spy and all.<br> I wasn't a spy, it might be useful to touch base with those that //were// spies and get a bit of help. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Understand WTF I'm Doing'' <<tip>> It was all weighing the pros and cons: gaining guidance and assistance while not spending too much precious time. <</hover>> <<hidden $angeloTalk is false>> <<path [[M002 - ClubNight2]]>> <<hover>> If I was going to be a regular at the Club, I had to keep going. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <</hover>> <<hidden !visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") || ( visited("M002 - Night2End") || visited("M002 - Night2Sex") )>> <<path [[M002 - D2Work]]>> <<hover>> Back to the salt mines. Hopefully just one more shift would help me accomplish my mission.<br> Continue working at the Club. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> Push too hard and too fast and I could burn out...or worse. Go to slow and the mission might fail. Rock and a hard place. <</hover>> <<hidden !$M2.visitedClubJobDay1 || ($clubJob == "bar" && visited("M002 - D2Work") gt 5) || ($clubJob !== "bar" && visited("M002 - D2Work") gt 6)>> <<path [[SQ002 - Manila_Dating]] false>> <<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>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<hidden visited("SQ002 - Manila_Dating") gte 1>> <<path [[SQ001 - Manila_Friends]] false>> <<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>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<hidden visited("SQ001 - Manila_Friends")>> <<path [[M002 - BE_Setup]]>> <<hover>> Back to work again. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> Maybe one of these days, something important would happen. <</hover>> <<hidden !$D2WorkEventsCompleted || visited("M002 - BE_Setup")>> <<path [[BE001 - The Waiting]]>> <<hover>> Something big was coming. The waiting was the hard part.<br> I hoped. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> If you're ready to progress... <</hover>> <<hidden !visited("M002 - BE_Setup") || visited("BE001 - The Waiting")>> <<path [[BE002 - The Big Event]]>> <<hover>> The night I had been waiting for was here.<br> What I had been waiting for, I guess I was about to find out. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> If you're ready to progress... <</hover>> <<hidden $BE_work == false || $HomeBase.days lt 12 || !visited("BE001 - The Waiting") || visited("BE002 - The Big Event") || $clubJob == "none">> <<path [[BE002 - The Big Event]]>> <<hover>> The Big Night was here.<br> I wouldn't be going but there //had// to be something useful I could do anyway, right? <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> If you're ready to progress... <</hover>> <<hidden $BE_work == true || $HomeBase.days lt 12 || !visited("BE001 - The Waiting") || visited("BE002 - The Big Event") || $clubJob == "none">> <<path [[BE010 - Live Agent]] $clubJob == "none">> <<hover>> Something big was happening at the Club. Even without my help, Alice assured I could do something.<br> It was time for me to prove my worth. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> If you're ready to progress.. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name works at the Club. <<hidden $HomeBase.days lt 13 || !$Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup") || visited("BE010 - Live Agent")>> <<path [[BE010 - Live_Club]]>> <<hover>> There was a back room. There was a keypad. I had my intel.<br> It was time for my knees to have earned something for their hard work. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> Who knows what's behind the door? <</hover>> <<hidden (!$Reports.includes("Surveil") && $clubSurveill !== "active") || visited("BE010 - Live_Club")>> <</crossroads>>
<<outfit sleepwear>> <<if previous() is "M003 - Reject">> When I turned my alarm off, I flicked through my messages. Nothing new, but I was willing there to be another message from Dali. A vain hope that I might have another opportunity, even if I wasn't sure I wanted it. <br><br> I hated that I had closed a door. Even if that door felt threatening and potentially fruitless. <br><br> No message. I'd have to move on. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - ClubWhore">> I woke as if it were any other day. Eyes open. Maybe a bit of crustiness. The desire to return to slumber. A sense of refreshment. <br><br> It all felt so familiar, which made it all feel //unacceptable//. Last night I had agreed I'd work at the Club as a fucking ''prostitute''. <br><br> This was the most //abnormal// day of my entire life. A line in the sand that I'd never considered ''possible'' for me to cross. And yet, here I was. Like it were any other day. <br><br> It made me want to go to sleep again: maybe I'd wake up and it'd all have been a dream. <br><br> But I wasn't that lucky. I needed to get up and decide what my //fucking// outfit was <<linkexpand "going to be.">> <<showDossier wardrobe>> going to be. Literally. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif previous() is "M003 - Strip">> 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())>> <<state tired hungover>> My brain felt fuzzy. "Thanks, party animal." I thought to myself as I groaned and forced myself out of bed. It had been a late night, and even as young as I was, I couldn't keep that up forever. <br><br> But maybe the pain and exhaustion would lead to steps forward in the mission. <br><br> I rubbed my eyes while considering what to do today. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - Night1Sex">> <<outfit goingOut>> <<state tired>> Gotta love a walk of shame. Bitch at the front desk -- usually didn't even give me a glance -- eyed me over when I rolled in with all the tell-tale signs. It reinforced the feeling like a cheap slut. It's what she was thinking. Just another one to walk through these doors tonight after her pussy got used and the guy sent her packing. <br><br> It curdled my blood, realizing the full portent of what I had done. I was building up a 'legend' of a slut to get close to some guys, get into the club, maybe find some intel. Maybe. In the meantime, I was getting fucked, definitely getting fucked. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Now sober, my mind couldn't stop repeating the sensation of a man ontop of me. Inside me. What had gotten into me? <</if>> <br><br> I took a shower, grabbed a quick nap of a sleep, and then tried to push away my self-judgment and resolve what I'd be doing today. <br><br> Yesterday and the fuck felt (literally) like mere minutes ago, but today was here. Today needed living. <<elseif Array("M002 - D1BarEnd", "M002 - D1Platforms").includes(previous())>> <<state tired>> Ugh. Late nights like that were going to kill me. My calves ached. My feet hurt. Muscles in my lower back taught me of their very existence. <br><br> My ears rang. My body felt unclean. <br><br> Well, I could do something about the last bit. The hot water would feel nice too. <br><br> I got up, despite the complaints of my lower half and headed to the shower, where I'd do my best thinking and planning for the day. <<elseif Array("M001 - Success", "M001 - Fail").includes(previous())>> Alice's last words stuck with me as I returned to RedDoorz. I don't know why I was there, but it felt like normal, like home base, like where I should be when I made my decisions on what to do next. <<speechPC>>"Time is of the essence."<</speechPC>> Fuck. <br><br> Okay. So, let's make use of that time. <<elseif previous() is "M000 - Mall_Shopping">> My eyes opened before the alarm went off. That was rare. Even with the jetlag, I felt especially rested. I stretched and groaned, tweaking my neck and expecting the usual cracks that accompanied the night on the flat pillow and hard mattress. But none came. Maybe I should turn in early more often. No need to rush into things headlong. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - D1WhoreSex">> I wanted more sleep. Putting my body on the line like that had strained me in ways I hadn't expected. How did women do this for a living? And only for money? It was hard enough for me to rectify my conscience because there was more on the line for me... <br><br> My eyes were tired and didn't want to open. The spies I had grown up with had it far easier...it was just their target, only one person they might have to fuck despite how they might feel about them. And it had seemed hard for them then. I was doing something else entirely. <br><br> Would it break me? <<elseif previous() is "M003 - BonaDateEnd">> Bona and Casimir were bad dudes. Decidedly in the underworld. Maybe they'd be an inroad to my mission. Maybe they needed to be dealt with on their own. <br><br> Unfortunately, my way forward with them was by using my body. Was this always the case for female operatives? Or was I just unlucky...or simply not good enough to avoid situations like this? <br><br> Was the cost worth the potential upside? If we cleaned up the world a little bit, would my sacrifice feel more than worth it? <<elseif $clubJob == "dance" && previous() is "M002 - D2Bar2">> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> Moving on up! No more lugging alcohol, chapped hands...probably no more being groped. The dancers were elevated, literally and figuratively. They were the elite at the Club. <br><br> Forward momentum was like a jolt to the system. It was still early, but it felt like I was on the right path. <br><br> Practically jumped out of bed, ready and raring to go. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - D2Whore3">> <<if $Memories.includesAll("Knows Cornado", "Knows Jacob")>> Finally, my body had gotten us somewhere. I was able to quash the feelings of being used. Of having no self-worth. It was an 'exchange' that had offered an opportunity. <br><br> We could leverage that. If I couldn't come up with any ideas, EROS would know what to do. <br><br> I'd bagged something that had value! <<else>> <<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">> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> The new girl was on my mind from the moment I woke up. Was trading her for the mission worth it? Two women...at least...all for the sake of taking down <<print $ACTI.target>>? <br><br> Would I be able to look her in the face? <br><br> Would she ever know that I could have protected her? <br><br> Would she have been able to be saved? <br><br> I got out of bed, trying to resolve myself that she was doomed, more so than I was. It had been the only choice. <<else>> The new girl was on my mind from the moment I woke up. I had done a little good. No matter the outcome of the mission, I could have this feather in my cap. <br><br> I couldn't get out, but she could. And that was worth something. <br><br> Hopefully, I hadn't compromised the mission. <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "M002 - Night2End" && $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> Nestor was fucking crazy. I wondered how he compared to Datu. Who was the more dangerous? <br><br> But Nestor was lower-tier. More available, less under the watchful eye. <br><br> Maybe he'd provide a way in to Datu, or maybe just circumvent the big man entirely. <br><br> Would I have to risk the knife again to do it though. <<elseif previous() is "SQ002 - Manila_Dating">> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> I woke with butterflies. <br><br> It was an uncanny sensation. Unlike anything I'd experienced since showing up here. Last night had been so wholesome. So normal. <br><br> Blue was like a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume me. <br><br> The welling of emotion caught in the back of my throat. //Fuck//. If I kept going with Blue would the darkness just consume them too? <br><br> Would they keep me afloat or would I be risking them? <br><br> Would I have to sacrifice them at some point for me, for the mission, for my mother? <<elseif previous() is "BE010 - MakatiEND">> <<state happy>> It felt dirty and wrong to wake up pleased with myself...but I had done the thing. I had successfully infiltrated the club. I was trusted. I had been //selected//. And then I'd made the most of the evening. <br><br> Everything I'd done aside -- I'd wrestle that with a therapist. Some day -- I needed to stay in these good graces and make use of what I'd learned. <<elseif Array("BE003 - Night With Nino","BE005 - ClubSearch", "BE004 - GoodGirl").includes(previous())>> <<face sad>> It hurt to wake. A pang of regret, of disappointment in myself. <br><br> I hadn't been selected for the event. Whatever had transpired there and then were lost to me. A first failure of the mission. <br><br> Yet, rather than self-pity...I had to double-down and ensure that there wouldn't be future lost opportunities. <<elseif Array("BE010 - Party_End","BE010 - Party_Inside").includes(previous())>> <<face mischevious>> I felt like a badass. I'd been a James Bond-ette in that dress, nose to nose with the bad guys, with their associates. <br><br> And they'd been none the wiser. <br><br> I //could// be an agent. Maybe this spy stuff wasn't such BS after all. <<elseif previous() is "BE010 - Club_InfilBackroom">> <<face mischevious>> Ethan Hunt eat your heart out. I had done the //thing//. I had actually been in blacks, sneaking and snooping...and gotten away with it. <br><br> There was a part of me that knew that death had been on the table last night. And I'd survived. <br><br> Now I knew what thrill-seekers jonesed for. I was ready for my next Op. <<else>> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<if $HomeBase.days lt 14>> <<include "HB - RandomIntroTextBefore14Days">> <<elseif $HomeBase.days lt 30>> <<set _rand = random(1,7)>> /* Note: Claire is getting comfortable. */ <<if _rand == 1>> I woke suddenly. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "bar">> Phantom hands squeezing at my chest, a soreness on my ass, a pressure against my crotch. <br><br> My brain leaving me little reminders of my job even not on the job. <br><br> Ugh. What a way to start a day. <<elseif $clubJob == "whore">> I wiped the wetness from my cheek. <br><br> Drool. <br><br> Thank //god//. For a moment there, I thought I hadn't cleaned up. That I'd left some...guy...on me. <br><br> Gross. <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> The image of my vantage point was burned into my mind: high above it all. Safe, secure...apart. <br><br> All those girls being taken advantage of on the couches. <br><br> The women behind the bar being treated like toys to fondle. <br><br> And all I had to fear was...being looked at. <br><br> I felt bad. <<else>> My brain was afire with fear. I was doing this wrong. <br><br> The Club was a castle and I was outside the moat. <br><br> How was I ever going to penetrate this organization and find <<print $ACTI.target>>? <br><br> Fuck. <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 2>> <<face happy>> Wow. <br><br> I don't think I'd woken this...carefree...since I arrived in Manila. The fucking RedDoorz bed hadn't left a crick in my neck, I actually felt rested. <br><br> My feet slapped to the floor as I practically jumped out of bed, eager to greet the day. For once excited to get at this secret agent thing. <br><br> A little smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, considering what was in store for me -- at least based on what I knew right now. <br><br> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Wow. Was this being an EROS agent? I was comfortble and ready, //planning// the next time I'd be taking my clothes off, putting my body on the line. <br><br> Weird. I wasn't quite sure if I should be happy about this. <br><br> Or if I should bring it up to Angelo and team. Would they applaud me? Would this signal a psychotic break? <<else>> W-wait. Why was I so comfortable and ready? My brain had actually jumped into the thoughts about the next time I'd be taking my clothes off and putting my body on the line. <br><br> Willingly. <br><br> <div id="choice"> <<link "No. This was //wrong//.">><<replace "#choice">> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> I steeled myself, actively turning my thoughts away from those lewd considerations. <br><br> No. I had to protect myself. I couldn't let this fucking mission change who I was. <br><br> I wondered if I should bring this up with Angelo and team...but was a bit too concerned they'd either implore me to head down the dark path or lock me up, the first signal of a psychotic break. <</replace>><</link>> <br><br> <<link "Okay. I guess this was better than being constantly afraid.">><<replace "#choice">> <<growPersonality "Slut">> I giggled. <br><br> What a saucy little minx was I. <br><br> I wondered if I should bring this up with Angelo and team. Would they applaud me? Or was this the beginning of a pyschotic break? <</replace>><</link>> </div> <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 3>> <<face worried>> <<state tired>> I jerked upright, hands clutching at my stomach. Had something moved? When was my last period? Why was that //one// time nagging my memory? <br><br> I was pregnant. I was certain. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> Fearful, I took a pregnancy test, fighting back the tears as I waited for the results. <br><br> <<if $Body.pregnant == true>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Pregnant")>> <<shake>><<speechPC>>"FUUUUCK!"<</speechPC>><</shake>> I slammed the plastic wand into the sink, unable to look at myself in the mirror. <br><br> Sniffling, I tried to focus my brain: get logical. Count. If when I thought it had happened was true...was I in time? <<else>> It couldn't be. Impossible. But the thought wouldn't leave. <br><br> Today was going to be hard, fighting this certainty. Even as protected as I was, a woman still lived in fear. <</if>> <<else>> <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 4>> Groaning, I rolled out of bed. Ugh. Why did my pussy hurt? It felt...vacant. Open. <br><br> Incomplete. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<face sad>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> I nearly gagged, head dropping between my knees as I sat on the edge of my bed. The merest thought that I was missing //cock//, left with the memory of a man... <br><br> Your body keeps the score. <<else>> Sure, I'd had moments the night after where I was reminded of the previous night's guy...but this was something different. <br><br> Like...my body was too used to being a recepticle for //that// part of a man. <br><br> Your body keeps the score. <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 5>> <<face worried>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibition")>><<state aroused>><<else>><<state disgusted>><</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> Another sex dream. Underneath some non-descript man, rutting. <br><br> Someone else was there. <<speech "Woman's Voice">>"Good girl. Take that cock."<</speech>> A shadowy form, feminine but imposing stood beside the man inside me. Watching. Inspecting. <br><br> I couldn't pay attention to the fuck. My eyes tightened against the bouncing darkness, trying to pry away the cloak of darkness from her. She laughed. <<speech "Woman's Voice">>"Don't you recognize me?"<</speech>> Then the man slammed down, I could feel his cock dumping inside me. <<speech "Woman's Voice">>"That's my girl."<</speech>> <<else>> Another sex dream. Underneath some non-descript man, rutting. <br><br> Someone else was there. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Good girl. Take that cock."<</speech>> A shadowy form, feminine but imposing stood beside the man inside me. Watching. Inspecting. <br><br> I couldn't pay attention to the fuck. It sounded so much like //her//. My eyes tightened against the bouncing darkness, trying to pry away the cloak of darkness from her. She laughed. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"Don't you recognize me?"<</speech>> It couldn't be. Then the man slammed down, I could feel his cock dumping inside me. <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"That's my girl."<</speech>> <</if>> <<elseif _rand == 6>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play")>> <<state aroused>> <<face ahego>> I couldn't move. I was held down. <br><br> I could feel his breath against the nape of my neck, his grunts loud in my ear. I couldn't escape. <br><br> I had no idea who he was, only that he was taking me. Using me. I was powerless. <br><br> Then I woke. Panting, looking around. Realizing I //could// move. There was no man. I wasn't being raped. <br><br> And that annoyed me... <<else>> <<state disgusted>> <<face worried>> I couldn't move. I was held down. <br><br> I could feel his breath against the nape of my neck, his grunts loud in my ear. I couldn't escape. <br><br> I had no idea who he was, only that he was taking me. Using me. I was powerless. <br><br> Then I woke. Panting, looking around. Realizing I //could// move. There was no man. I wasn't being raped. <br><br> I nearly broke down crying. I knew why I was having these dreams. I didn't want them. <br><br> They were too real... <</if>> <<else>> <<state aroused>> <<face aroused>> I slowly gained consciousness, aware only of how //good// I felt. The heat between my thighs. The wetness on my fingertips. <br><br> My alarm was going off, but to me it was a metronome, giving a great cadence for me to rub and thrust into my hot, shuddering quim. <br><br> I bit my lower lip. So close. <br><br> My thighs pressed together, restraining my hand, ensuring it kept to its duty. <br><br> <<speechPC>><<shake>>"Ahhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> My eyes finally openened as I cavorted, panting up towards the less-than-remarkable ceiling. <<speechPC>>"Fuck..."<</speechPC>> One more biting my lower lip as I slipped my fingers from within me. Sated? Still fucking horny. <br><br> There hadn't been any sex dream, not even an ounce of a 'person' in mind. My body had just woken to the need and I'd attended to it. <br><br> //Shit.// Was I conditioning myself? Even asleep I was wanting it. Craving it. <</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>>
<<set _rand = random(1,7)>> <<if _rand == 1>> <<face shock>> I woke with a start, eyes wide and I started to freak out. Where was I? My feet scrabbled against the bedding -- it felt like it was a brillo pad. My heart was pounding as I swung my legs free of the prison bed. I leapt out and had the distinct impression that I was in danger and I needed to leave. Now. <br><br> Yanking on the handle, I was about to run pellmell for my life -- and then I stopped, leaning my head against the weak wood of the door. My chest heaved, breathing slowing as I just let the panic attack pass. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Gotta talk to a shrink about that. I wonder what agent benefits are like."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I re-centered myself and sighed, wiping away the tears from my eyes. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get used to this, <<print $CC.name>>"<</speechPC>> <<elseif _rand == 2>> <<face sad>> The tinkle from my phone felt like fingernails down a chalkboard, <<speechPC>>"Noooo..."<</speechPC>> I pouted, arm swinging out to destroy my waker. I knew <<print $CC.DName>> was about to walk in the door as my second alarm, but if I willed my eyes to stay shut and enjoy the warmth and comfort of my bed, maybe the day could just pass me by. <br><br> A day in bed sounded so wonderful right now...sleep began to creep back in like a blanket. Wait. Where was my blanket. <br><br> As much as I wanted my eyes to stay shut, they opened. Dad was certainly //not// going to be waking me up as second alarm. The blank ceiling and blank walls were brutal reminders that //if// I did want to sleep the day away...I could. <br><br> Ultimate freedom as I was asked to take ultimate risks for ultimate rewards. Fuck. <<elseif _rand == 3>> <<face worried>> <<speechPC>>"Mom?"<</speechPC>> I was speaking the word and jerking upright in bed. She wasn't there. No one was, just the crappy room at RedDoorz. <br><br> Confused, I focused on what I had just been dreaming, ignoring the incessant ringing of my alarm. But nothing came to me. <br><br> Tension gripped my throat as all of my thoughts floated around //her// -- where was she, what had happened, what would she think right now?... and... <br><br> Could she come save //me//? <br><br> My vision shimmered and I forced myself from the bed, coughing away emotion as I tried to steel myself for the day and dismissing the child-like emotions. I didn't need saving. She did. <br><br> And that's what I needed to do. <<elseif _rand == 4>> <<face angry>> The alarm went off. I grunted. I swung my arm across my body and was rewarded with shooting pain down to my shoulder as my wrist cracked into the wall. <<speechPC>>"Fuuuuckk!"<</speechPC>> Gritting my teeth against the pain, I sat up, cradling and massaging the point of contact, turning to look the //other// way at my phone dancing against the floor: a happy little melody to wake me up. <br><br> I was too used to my usual setup. RedDoorz had thrown my routines for a loop like this whole adventure had changed my life. <br><br> Assessing that my hand wasn't broken and hoping that the pain would teach my unconscious brain a new pattern and pathway, I dropped a foot out of bed to shush the alarm. <br><br> Then, out of bed, I decided what to do with my day. <<elseif _rand == 5>> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> The night was fitful, the sheets pulled free from the corners of the bed and left my feet to be assaulted by the cold room. My toes tugged down at the fringes, seeking warmth and protection. <br><br> My pillow wouldn't stay cool enough or supportive enough for me to find rest. I flipped it. I folded it. I crammed it against the wall. <br><br> My brain wouldn't turn off. I was planning for every possible eventuality, replaying yesterday's events as if I could have a mulligan and that if I did ''that'' differently, it would turn out better. <br><br> And then the sun was up and I could only ignore its invasion until my phone went off. Fuck. The day would not wait for me to rest. <<elseif _rand == 6>> <<state tired aroused>> <<face tired>> I get it. It's a hostel. It's shitty and cheap. But did that mean I had to listen to //another// fuckfest? <br><br> I had figured that built from cinderblocks, this place would at least give the semblance of soundproof. But that wasn't the case. At this point, I could practically pinpoint where down the hall these people were sticking it to each other. <br><br> Unbidden, I began analyzing whether I thought it was two men, two women, a mix...It seemed like just two. <br><br> What position. Where did they meet. Was this the beginning of a beautiful friendship? <br><br> Was anyone about to cum? <br><br> My pussy was wet and I ''hated'' it. I resolved to //not// finger myself to their escapade. It was worse than porn because they were invading my life, I wasn't the one listening in on purpose -- I hadn't decided I wanted to use them to get me off. <br><br> I groaned and pressed my thighs together. My fingers grasped at the edges of the mattress. I pressed my ear against my pillow. <br><br> And then the noises stopped. I didn't care if it was completion, a water break, or an angry and abortive end. I clenched my eyes, focused on my breathing, ignored my own arousal and willed myself to sleep. <br><br> Thankfully, I got there, waking later to just my alarm. And my fucking soaked snatch. Assholes. <<else>> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> Murder was on my mind. I was contemplating the ways to stop the block party that was happening outside my window. I didn't dare look at the time on my phone and see how few hours remained that I could sleep. <br><br> Someone down there, in that narrow alleyway of a street, had decided that it was the right time and place to turn on their stereo at full blast. I could hear raucous laughter and voices that tried to lift over the decibels pumping from the speakers. <br><br> At least with other parties, they weren't mobile. They didn't just //appear//. You knew what neighbors were shit, what days you might get woken up, when to put in those earplugs. <br><br> Fuck. I needed earplugs. <<speechPC>>"Nghhhh!"<</speechPC>> I whined out to no one in particular, arching my back and smacking my hands against the mattress. I wasn't worried about my RedDoorz compatriots hearing me and being woken up. They either already were or needed to be. Misery needed company. <br><br> I considered all the ways to shut them up that didn't involve violence but kept thinking about how they might result in violence against //me//. So I waited. Patiently. Pained. <br><br> No officers of the peace showed up to shut them down. They just shut things off eventually, as sudden as it started. <br><br> Angry, but exhausted, I grabbed as much sleep as I could. And then my phone's music woke me up. <br><br> Yay. Another day. <</if>>
<<set $mindCorruption = 0>> <<set $mindBreak ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].base ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base -->> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <br><br> What had begun as a nagging at the back of my brain ever since I woke up was now manifesting as a pain in the front of my head. <br><br> Trying to open my little notebook, fuck, even //reaching// for it brought forth a whimper, unbidden from my throat. <br><br> My breath felt caught in the top of my esophagus, my diaphragm unwilling and unable to offer me any relief. <br><br> Attempting to consider the frightening portent of the options in front of me, given everything I'd subjected myself to date -- and knowing that more of that pain and suffering was hiding behind any of those choices -- was threatening an overwhelming explosion into sobs and inaction. <br><br> I was <<shake 10s>>''cracking''<</shake>>. <br><br> My fingernails bit into my palms as I tried to regain some balance and force myself to take another step forward. Was I going to be able to make it? <br><br>
<<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>> <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">> <<image framed "passage/HB-MindSave.png">> <<face ahego runny>> It was no one. It was all of them. For a moment, I saw the eyes of <<print $bodies.random().name>>, the body of <<print $bodies.random().name>>, the sensation of coupling with <<print $bodies.random().name>>. It wasn't Red Doorz, it was a hotel room, it was my bed back at home, it was the backseat of a car. <br><br> It was sex but also wasn't at all. It was every sexual experience rolled into one simultaneously, but was so different from any of them that it was something entirely new. <br><br> I was panting, I was cooing...I <<link "was">><<replace "#mind">> <<outfit naked>> <<face confused runny>> On the floor of my room. <br><br> I was...naked. <br><br> My inner thighs were wet. But my fingers weren't. I didn't feel the familiar feeling of 'emptiness' that was so common after sex. <br><br> Quickly, reality came crashing back: the cold floor. The dirty fucking floor. The hole in the wall in the 'closet'. That one of my feet was hanging from the edge of the bed, wrapped in the end of my sheets. <br><br> I got up, yanking my foot free. Instantly, I was brushing at my ass and back as if that would remove whatever I'd been lying in...for how long. My own wetness would have made it sticky. That was gross. <br><br> Looking around, I tried to get my bearings. The door was shut. I checked the lock. Yes, locked. <br><br> My <<linkexpand "clothes...">> clothes were neatly piled on the counter. When had I done that? //How// had I done that? How long had it been going on? I didn't dare look at the clock lest I see some random sigils rather than numbers. And if it //had// been a time, any time of day would have probably freaked me out too -- nothing felt safe right now. <br><br> I shook my head. The bed looked like it had just experienced what I thought had happened. <br><br> I dropped, hard, sitting on the edge of the mattress, chin in my palms. That was so intense. So confusing. <br><br> But...I didn't feel like I was about to lose my shit. <br><br> Had...the pill worked? <br><br> Carefully. Oh, so cautiously, I ventured back to yesterday. I let my mind reapproach what had happened, the thing that had been the straw to break my mental back. <br><br> It came back immediately and //vividly//. Not the panic. The ''erotic''-ness of yesterday. <br><br> My hand was already between my legs. My back was arched as I recounted every moment of yesterday. The things that had been so unconscionable were fucking //hot//. I thrust my fingers inside me, wishing I could really be back there to yesterday. <br><br> And now I was really, <<linkexpand "actually...">> <<face ahego>> <<set $Personality.score = 0>> actually <<shake 5s>>cumming<</shake>>. <br><br> I dropped onto my back, panting, staring up at the shitty ceiling as my fingers slowly teased me through the ebb of my orgasm. <<speechPC>>"Fuck that was good."<</speechPC>> I said to no one. <br><br> And then I laughed. The pill had worked. I hadn't forgotten anything, nothing was //repaired//. All those memories that had beaten me down had become vibrant...but also ''true'' to who I was. I was okay with them. And me doing them. <br><br> I tried the previous moment, the one before...yeah, fuckkk me. I was immediately aroused again, despite having just gotten off. Dirty had become massively arousing. <br><br> I pulled myself fully up onto my bed and began fingering myself to each of those memories one after the other, reinforcing how pleasurable and exciting each of them was to me. Pairing each of them with a hearty orgasm. <br><br> I put myself to sleep that way. I was so pleased to have a good day rather than what had seemed to be a rising, crisis of epic proportions. <br><br> What damage had that drug done? I had no fucking clue, but for the moment, I could ignore it. <br><br> For the moment, I was [[okay|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>... <</replace>><</link>> to look at the deliverer of this needed release, to thank them. </div>
/* Pull random swimwear outfit from wardrobe if available, otherwise <<outfit default>> */ <<set _bikiniArr = $Closet.filter(outfit => String(outfit).includes("bikini")) || []>> <<if _bikiniArr.length >= 1>> <<outfit _bikiniArr.random()>> <<else>> <<outfit default>> <</if>> <<improveState>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<getTanned>> <<image framed "passage/a1.park.png">> It felt like my mouth couldn't fight the smile all day. I got up when I wanted, I took some extra time in the shower to preen and clean; the shower sucked, but hot water still had its own rejuvenating effects. <br><br> I took a stroll around my 'neighborhood', popped in for some local lunch, and headed out to the park to get some green-space. <br><br> As I lazed on the grass, enjoying the warm and humid breeze off the nearby water -- one foot bobbing in the air as I bounced a crossed leg -- I hoped that I'd be able to find a bit more relaxation and joy in this new, strange life. That I wouldn't always be cloistered in that shithole hostel in the shithole neighborhood. <br><br> While I knew that the movies were just that...there had to be some foundation. Because there //were// literal secret agents out and about. There had to be a grain of truth to the smart tuxedos, games of Baccarat, sexy parties and haute couture. I hoped there would be some space for ''that'' in my future as little miss agent. <br><br> I sighed, wishing there was more fun and less work, more //balance// between the risk and reward before grabbing my towel, getting off my lazy ass to head back to RedDoorz. <br><br> Instead of luxury, I contented myself with scrolling on social media, consuming some Netflix and finally, heading off for early [[sleep|HomeBase]].
<<state tired>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $takenPlanB ++>> <<if ($HomeBase.days - $Body.dayImpregnated) lte 2 && $Body.daysAfterOvulation > 2>> <<abortion>> <</if>> I'd been pretty fucking lucky in life so far -- and maybe that meant, physiologically, there actually wasn't any risk to avoiding birth control. But. //But// the other night wasn't the smartest way to test that theory. <br><br> I received more than a few unwanted 'judgey' looks in the pharmacy as I grabbed a Plan B and considered how lucky I was to be in a place where I //could// get it. I hoped my future agent-life didn't bring me further out from civilization. <<image framed "passage/HB-Abort.jpg">> Then it was back to RedDoorz before the <<linkexpand "cramps started.">><<face hurt2>>cramps started. And they started with a <<shake 2s>>vengeance<</shake>>. <br><br> I laid in bed and kept YouTube on things I didn't really have to pay attention to as I chugged water, ate things that were light and relatively easy to digest, and just avoided moving. <br><br> This was ''absolutely'' not the right way to be going about birth control. Better this than pregnant, though. <br><br> I knew I'd feel better after a good [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<set $angeloTalk = false>> <<set $employedZZYZX = false>> <<set $clubJob = "none">> <<set $takenPlanB = 0>> <<set $Body.ovulation = random(0,27)>> <<set $mindCorruption = 0>> <<set $mindBreak = 0>> <<set $manilaDating = 0>> <<set $D2WorkEventsCompleted = false>> <<silently>><<checkFertility>><</silently>> /* This is only used here to set adjustedFertilityLevel in the background */ <<if $HS.LDR == true && $Body.currentRelationship.name == undefined>> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $HS.firstRelationship>> <</if>> <<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''. /* TODO (Zach): Screenshot of left UX? */ 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> ''Personality''. The decisions that you've made up to this point have created a 'personality type' for <<print $CC.name>>. Before, she was malleable, now she's more-or-less set as the person that she is, whether thats more Slutty or more Prudish...or somewhere in between. You'll find this personality to define what choices she can make from now on -- and as she makes similar choices, the personality will become more calcified. Potentially to the point of completely closing off other choices entirely! So, push <<print $CC.name>> the way you'd like to see her be, but know that if you push too much, too far, she won't be able to come back from that type of person! <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 in the Dossier 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. Outfits for you to customize: <<print $CC.name>>'s default look, sleepwear, going out attire...and what she might wear if she is selling her body. <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. There are choices that //will// end the game for you and <<print $CC.name>>. She has finished the Prologue with a dangerously low stability. This means there is very little wiggle room before she reaches a 'bad ending'. <br><br> If you'd like to ''cheat'' this, click <<link "here">><<replace "#statmins">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 2>> SECOND WARNING: <<print $CC.name>> has a low-level of Confidence. While this is not as severe an issue as the Stability, Confidence does protect her in the face of adversity. Think of it as the denominator against her ability to break. The higher it is, the easier she can keep going. Otherwise... <br><br> So, //definitely// look for opportunities to raise her Confidence to improve your chances. <br><br> If you'd like to ''cheat'' this, click <<link "here">><<replace "#statmins">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value = 3>> Now. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <br><br> Otherwise, if that's okay with you, then... <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Now. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and we'll give you a helpful, but small boost -- look to improve her Stability if you can to increase your chances. <br><br> Otherwise, if that is okay with you, then you've been warned. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<else>> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</if>>
<<outfit underwear>> 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> <<skillChecked "Age">> It all felt too fast. <<if $Body.age lte 0>> I had //just// started to come to terms with the new understanding of what my mom did, <<elseif $Body.age == 1>> Even with a year since learning about mom's involvement in espionage, <<else>> Even with the //years// since learning about mom's involvement in espionage, <</if>> and now I was in her shoes? How had this happened? The whirlwind of the conversation with Nate and the decision I had come to (did I feel that I had been ''forced'' into it? I needed to take some time and ponder that question seriously)...it was overwhelming. And feeling the bedsprings digging into my back through the 'mattress' while realizing this was going to be my reality, I felt the tears bubbling up. <br><br> Tossing the sheets off me, I dropped my feet to the ground, quashing whatever emotion was coming up. I couldn't break down. Not now, not every morning. <br><br> I sighed in relief as the hot water rushed over me, distracting my thoughts with a wondrous sensation of being clean. <br><br> Wait. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear or Bra">> <<skillChecked "Confident">> I didn't remember walking to the showers. Did I black that out? I peeked my head out of the flimsy curtain and looked around. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties && $Body.isBraless == true>> Shit. No discarded clothes. I had walked down the hall fully naked. <<elseif !$Body.isWearingPanties>> Shit. Just a discarded sleeping tank. I had walked down the hall pussy and ass out. Essentially naked. <<else>> Phew. Discarded clothing on the mildewy tiles at least let me know I had been relatively decent walking down the hallway. <</if>> <br><br> Man was I addled. But I had to forgive myself. I would probably have to forgive myself a lot from this point forward. Mental state, preparedness... these were all the things that agents -- my //mom// -- were trained to be ready for. To understand before they were in the field. I was certainly in over my head and remembering the look on Nate's face yesterday, I think he thought the same thing. Weird for a spy to not be able to hide that from me. Was I ''that'' out of my league? Were they __that__ desperate? <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 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 framed "passage/HB-Arrival.jpg">> Drying myself off back in my palatial RedDoorz suite I reconsidered: did I actually have a license to kill? Were those spare moments with Nate going to be enough to just jump right in and spy? <br><br> Pulling on my '<<linkexpand "uniform">><<outfit default>>uniform', I became the plains-clothes, undercover operative for the first time. <br><br> Shit. What now? I laughed at myself and debated my options: <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer]]>> I felt underwater. If he was my Case Officer, he was the best guide I could have. <<hover>> Find 'Angelo', my Case Officer for some help and direction. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Understand WTF I'm Doing'' <<tip>> Not anything high-stakes, but getting to know my CO, maybe uncovering intel, and getting some guidance on what to do? <</hover>> <<path [[M000 - Mall]] false>> Take a break. Get some retail therapy in. <<hover>> Be 'myself' and head downtown for some shopping, as I'd originally planned. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Build my Legend'' <<tip>> If I was here as //me// and I had planned on shopping anyway, might as well do it. A delay of a day in getting started wouldn't be the end of the world. <</hover>> <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX]]>> Go party...and infiltrate...the club. <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration as a club-goer. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]]>> Maybe a job was the best way to get into the club after all. <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved -- directly -- at the Club? <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>>
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<<run $Memories.push("Knows EROS")>> <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? /* IMAGE (Needed): A college hallway <<image framed "passage/M001-CaseOfficer.png">> */ I hadn't come up with answers to any of it on the short trip, tapping at the door as if <<print $CC.FName>> was behind it. I felt a pull at my heart. I wished that she would be. <br><br> The door opened and I practically fell down. It wasn't her. But it also wasn't Angelo. <<speechPC>>"Oh! Sorry. Wrong...room?"<</speechPC>> Walking backward and warding them away. They seemed annoyed but unconcerned, more than happy to close the door again as frazzled-me wondered what to do. I ran over the previous night and day in my head. I looked back at the number on the door, cross-referenced it with everything I could remember. <br><br> Now I felt //completely// confused. I hadn't been given any other information on Angelo or how this 'op' would go. Was he only in twelve until yesterday had happened? It looked like it. <br><br> I didn't have his number in my phone. Was I even supposed to call him if I did? While 'Nathan Rolles' was an Adjunct Professor, I didn't know what Angelo's cover was. <br><br> I felt very out of sorts. They had literally dropped me in the deep end and, I could only assume, treat me the way they would any other agent that was in a similar situation, beginning an operation of this kind. <br><br> So. <br><br> Did I head over to my new <<link "alma mater">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $angeloTalk = true>> <<set $Dossier.knowsDossier = true>> It was a quick walk, avoiding the detour into the park where we had first met yesterday, but the time I saved was quickly eaten up trying to navigate an active college campus. I fit in -- people about my age and an absolute polyglot. Languages mixing together into unintelligibility which actually caused my brain a bit more confusion than simply being the 'new kid on campus' and I had never been oriented. <<image framed "passage/a1.building.png">> A couple of wrong turns and resisting the tide of rising frustration and fear of being lost and then I felt I had found familiarity: the bathroom I had collected myself in. The bench. And then I stopped short. <br><br> Goddamn they worked quickly. The nameplate was gone. I had to do a couple passes in the hallway to prove to myself that yes, this //was// where I had been made a secret operative yesterday. <br><br> Was this what they meant by 'going dark'? Was I so far undercover that every thread had been wiped clean? Was I on my own until Angelo made himself known to me -- however and whenever he decided to? I stood there, fingers tracing where Nathan's plaque had been...hours? before. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "swung open...">> <<face shock>> swung open and I was nearly bowled over by a blonde woman in a smart suit. <<image framed "passage/Alice-3.png">> I stumbled backwards, halfway to an apology when I was stopped by the confusion of seeing a smile on her face, <<speech "Alice">>"Speak of the devil."<</speech>> The asymmetric bob framed her face, square-rimmed glasses highlighting the pale blue of her eyes. <<speech "Alice">>"Come in, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> As she stepped back, I saw Angelo behind her, frowning as he took me in. <br><br> It felt like I had walked into the middle of a fight, <<speechPC>>"Hi, Angelo."<</speechPC>> He nodded. The woman held an air of authority -- this was //her// room. She motioned for me to sit. I did, <<speechPC>>"You were...talking about me?"<</speechPC>> She sat on the edge of the desk, flipping one leg over her knee, <<speech "Alice">>"Yes."<</speech>> The tone was clipped, self-confident. <<speech "Alice">>"Nate thought he could slip something pass the chain of command. But Angelo and I have already spoken about that. Salient of the moment is you, dear."<</speech>> Not only did she dominate a room with her air, but also her looks. She was what you would call a bombshell. A curvy hourglass that oozed sex even in the pantsuit that was as conservative -- if incredibly well-cut, designer material -- as they came. <<speechPC>>"Me?"<</speechPC>> If I felt underwater after yesterday and the morning of disappearing acts, I was drowning now. <<speech "Alice">>"I've heard you've accepted--"<</speech>> I nodded, eyes flicking over to Angelo for guidance. But just like he was unreadable with Nate, he was a stone right now, <<speech "Alice">>"Well, we'll come to that again. Maybe as a formality, but...let's get out of here. It's stuffy."<</speech>> She leaned back, her thighs slightly parting and even though nothing showed, it was enough of a hint to make anyone's brain click. She grabbed a notepad, gave a nod to Angelo who busied himself in the file cabinet behind him as she guided me out of the office again, <<speech "Alice">>"Call me Alice."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nice to meet you, Alice. So. You're Nate's boss?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"If this were a typical, corporate structure, sure. And point, you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She smiled, giving me a friendly little nudge with her shoulder. <<speech "Alice">>"So while Nate may have been wrong about his process -- he always is -- he may not be ''entirely'' wrong, it seems."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Point?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Yes. You need to be evaluated. Even in dire situations like this, and while Nate says he did his own 'evaluation' over the years, it was not done in accordance with EROS protocol."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"EROS?"<</speechPC>> She sighed, <<speech "Alice">>"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,"<</speech>> she chuckled at the double-meaning, <<speech "Alice">>"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. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Ready."<</speech>> Angelo had appeared behind us, carrying a manila folder. <<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. <<speechPC>>"So, like...what exactly do you want me to do?"<</speechPC>> I moved out onto the hardwood court in front of the bleachers as she sat down, recrossed her legs and accepted the manila folder from Angelo. She whispered something to him, taking her time to respond to me, and flipped open the folder, the legal pad in her lap. <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<if $CC.hsv == "act" || $CC.hsv == "cheer" || $UN.extracurricular == "act" || $UN.extracurricular == "cheer" || $CC.clique == "Rebel" || visited("HS002 - CastingHS")>> I had been in front of people before. Judged. But I felt more naked than I ever had before.<<else>>I don't think I'd ever felt this judged, alone, standing in front of their prying eyes. <</if>> <br><br> Angelo turned to face me and approached, rolling his shoulders forward, " <<link "Take Angelo down">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>>My jaw dropped. But the space between us was diminishing rapidly. And he was a big guy. I saw him spreading his meaty paws as he prepared to attack. <br><br> I was going to have to figure something out, and quick. <br><br> Was I going to try <<link "brute force">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedAth = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set _fighttest = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $CC.height>> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Athletics">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience and Height">> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _fighttest ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == "gang">><<set _fighttest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<if _fighttest gt 6>> <<face happy>> I squared up, planted my feet and waited for him to close the distance. I was going toe-to-toe with not only a trained agent, but one that looked built for this kind of thing. I had to hope that maybe, //just// maybe, he would underestimate me. <br><br> Hands clapped at each others arms as we each tentatively tried to grab at each other, to get a handle. Skin stung. My head ducked a bit as he went for the easy grab: hair. Nuh-uh, Angelo, wouldn't be going down that easily. <br><br> Then his hand came back around and clapped me, open-palm, across the face. Dazed, I stumbled to the side. His other hand came forward and struck me square in the stomach and I buckled. I don't know why I thought this was going to be some kind of wrestling match. Some kind of fair fight with rules. They were demonstrating a hand-to-hand combat encounter that I could actually experience in the line of duty. __Would__ experience... <br><br> I was down on my knees, huffing, wondering when the blows would come. My arms swung up by my sides to protect my organs just in time. I wasn't just going to endure the beating. I shifted my hips and grasped one of his incoming wrists. I twisted, using my size and weight (and the element of surprise) to use his momentum against him. There was a grunt of surprise as he went head-first over me. I brought my knees and feet up to catch him in his core. I had returned the favor, using the strength in my lower half to send him shuffling back, nearly falling square on his end. /* IMAGE (Needed): A barefoot kick to a guy's midsection <<image framed "passage/M001-KickStomach.png">> */ Using my motion to bring myself up to my feet, I went to charge. He waved me down and arms went slack, standing up and stretching a bit, seemingly unaffected by my counter. <br><br> I shuffled forward, killing my momentum and turning, a bit surprised to look back at Alice. <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> She was writing something down on the legal pad, <<speech "Alice">>"Alright. A surprising showing all the same, wouldn't you say, Angelo?"<</speech>> He nodded and clapped a hand on my shoulder. I almost instinctively went to throw 'bows. <<speech "Alice">>"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. /* IMAGE (Needed): A large Filipino man's hand grabbing an arm. <<image framed "passage/M001-HandGrab.png">> */ I shuffled around him, circling, not going to make that mistake again. He watched me move. Did he ''have'' a weakness? I shook my head. At least I wasn't giving in. <br><br> Fights wouldn't be like this in the field. They'd be sudden and fierce--and all of a sudden he was charging me like a bull. As if my thought had triggered something in him, he was upon me, slamming me down on the ground. <br><br> I twisted and pushed with all of my might, trying to free myself again like the last time. My knees fluttered against his rear and caught his side once. <br><br> Then he dropped his weight squarely ontop of my hips and held both of my arms on the floor. It was over. I grunted and squirmed underneath him, but it was in vain. His chest was lifting and falling in a way that showed he had actually exerted himself. <br><br> Behind him I heard Alice, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> As if that was an order, he lifted off of me and I felt practically weightless now not pinned against the hardwood floor. I stood up quickly as a point of pride, brushing myself off. <<speech "Alice">>"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. /* IMAGE (Needed): A woman submitted, facing away. On her knees beside a large Filipino man, hand in her hair, other hand pulling her arm back. <<image framed "passage/M001-Lost.png">> */ I froze. I didn't dare move, for risking pain and my brain had gone into submit-mode. I believed I was safe and that safety made the fight/flight decision instantaneous. <br><br> Behind us, I heard Alice, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> Angelo's grip became gentle. I was released and I fell forward onto my hands. I rolled onto my rear, looking at Alice as she finished scribbling something out. I wiped my cheeks, feeling some debris that had made its way from the floor to my face replace them. I looked to Angelo. He was dispassionate. That might have hurt more than what had just transpired. <<speech "Alice">>"Not unexpected."<</speech>> Nodding, she eventually graced me with her gaze, <<speech "Alice">>"Though there is something to be said for the choice. It was a choice, yes?"<</speech>> I nodded instantly. <<speech "Alice">>"Being you, submission by easy physical means will be expected. Being what they expect can have its own benefits. Alright."<</speech>> I was about to respond. Whether I was about to fight her or relent, I hadn't decided when the heavy, cold weight dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <<speech "Alice">>"And now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br> Take out <<link "his legs">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedDec = true>> <<set _fighttest = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value - $CC.height>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _fighttest ++>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience and Height">> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Deception">> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<if _fighttest gt 6>> <<face happy>> A deep breath. I dropped into my stance, lowering my center of gravity and protecting myself. A quick analysis had told me everything that I had expected was true: he would //destroy// me in a straight-up fight. I might be able to take him down, but it wouldn't be the way this was all set up. I had to use every advantage I had and avoid his. <br><br> He saw me keeping my distance and he began to circle me. Testing my footwork. He swung out an arm -- surprising distance that seemed to spring from his shoulders and extended back. Testing my reach. <br><br> I kept my feet under me, I swung my head and twisted my shoulders. I kept him away and off me. His meaty hands made contact with my skin and clothing, but I was left with stinging reminders and worries in the back of my head if he had ruined the stitching of my clothes. <br><br> And then he extended himself a bit further, leaning into his dominance in size and skill. I took my chance, I feinted that I was going to strike him in the face -- he shifted his weight and drew up to block the blow. <br><br> I brought my foot down on the side of his knee and he dropped with a surprisingly sharp yelp. I continued closing, a knee under his chin and I dropped him. /* IMAGE (Needed): A bare foot kicking the outside of a knee. <<image framed "passage/M001-KickKnee.png">> */ Triumphantly jumping over his falling form, he caught my ankle and yanked. I came smacking down to the floor as well. My foot freed easily, scrambling away to watch him slowly lift himself up. <br><br> The sensation of a fight had dissipated. I saw Alice writing something and going, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> After an internal debate, I crossed to Angelo and helped him up. I half expected him to take me down right there, but he didn't, favoring his left leg slightly. <<speechPC>>"Sorry--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Good evaluation of your chances and finding a way to win. You'll need every bit of that. That being said, I do hope you noticed to never let your guard down. You didn't cross that finish line."<</speech>> It stung, but it was true. <br><br> I was about to respond when a 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. /* IMAGE (Needed): A large gorilla pouncing at the viewer. <<image framed "passage/M001-Gorilla.png">> */ Behind him, I heard Alice go, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> The pressure on my shoulders and crotch relented and he lifted off me, yanking me up like a doll. I got airtime before finding my footing again. <<speech "Alice">>"Good evaluation of your chances and finding a way to win. You'll need every bit of that. That said, teaching moment: sometimes accepting a fight is the first step to losing."<</speech>> It stung, but it was true. <br><br> I was about to respond when a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Fuck. Me. A quick analysis told me everything that I had expected was true: he would //destroy// me in a straight-up fight. I might be able to take him down, but it wouldn't be the way this was all set up. I had to use every advantage I had and avoid his. <br><br> He began to circle me. I kept my distance, turning in time with him and stepping backwards. He swung out an arm -- surprising distance that seemed to spring from his shoulders and extended back. I yelped. Not just in shock, but also in pain as he nearly got a handhold in my hair. <br><br> I didn't have time. I had to turn the tables and surprise ''him''. As I twisted my body, one arm coming up to disentangle him from getting any purchase in my hair, I brought that same leg up on the inside of his knee. <br><br> It wasn't elegant. It wasn't strong enough. I don't know if he even noticed. It //did// give him enough that I couldn't get away and he yanked me by the head ''HARD''. My feet came off the floor and I was airborne simply by his upper body strength. <br><br> I hit the floor <<shake 2s>>HARDER<</shake>>. I lost vision. My head throbbed. /* IMAGE (Needed: A woman lying on the floor, dazed. <<image framed "passage/M001-Dazed.png">> */ Slowly, consciousness came back to me and I had to dismiss the immediate thought that he was fucking me. I was pinned down by the shoulders, my thighs open and legs raised with the pressure of his weight between them. No, not fucked. But fucked. He absolutely submitted me. Alice was also in the midst of saying something, <<speech "Alice">>"...sometimes accepting a fight is the first step to losing."<</speech>> It stung -- not as much as my head and back -- but it was true <br><br> The pressure on my shoulders and crotch relented and he lifted off me, yanking me up like a doll. I got airtime before finding my footing again. I nearly fell down again, shaking my head to clear the stun when a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <<speech "Alice">>"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>> Angelo's grip became gentle. I was released and I fell forward onto my hands. I rolled onto my rear, looking at Alice as she finished scribbling something out. I wiped my cheeks, feeling some debris that had made its way from the floor to my face replace them. I looked to Angelo. He was dispassionate. That might have hurt more than what had just transpired. <<speech "Alice">>"Not unexpected."<</speech>> Nodding, she eventually graced me with her gaze, <<speech "Alice">>"Though there is something to be said for the choice. It was a choice, yes?"<</speech>> I nodded instantly. <<speech "Alice">>"Being you, submission by easy physical means will be expected. Being what they expect can have its own benefits. Alright."<</speech>> I was about to respond. Whether I was about to fight her or relent, I hadn't decided when the heavy, cold weight dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <<speech "Alice">>"And now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <</replace>><</link>>? <</replace>><</link>>." <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> and knock on Nate's door? <br> Or just assume I had all the knowledge I was expected to have and just move on with <<link "the mission">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> Fucked as that was, I had to be the agent they needed me to be. If they had pulled up roots and I wasn't expected to know how to contact Angelo, then that's what it was. Time to get on with the mission. <<crossroads>> <<path [[M000 - Mall]]>> <<hover>> Be 'myself' and head downtown for some shopping, as I'd originally planned. <br><br> 'Mission': Build my Legend <<tip>> If I was here as //me// and I had planned on shopping anyway, might as well do it. A delay of a day in getting started wouldn't be the end of the world. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX]]>> <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration as a club-goer. <br><br> Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]] $clubJob != "none">> <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved, directly, at the Club? <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>? </div>
<br><br> Alice didn't reserve her feelings, seeing my absolutely astonishment. She was laughing. Angelo gave me a good-natured nudge on my shoulder blade, which sent me off-balance forward a few paces, <<speechPC>>"Shoot...what?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not me."<</speech>> His hands were up, an affable grin on his face as he took a few steps back. It was like good-natured chiding, but it felt a little like being teased on the playground. Alice was literally wiping tears from under her glasses. <<speech "Alice">>"Sorry. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, but I guess it's better we get the shock and awe over and done with now."<</speech>> She sighed, collecting herself, <<speech "Alice">>"You //do// realize that this will be dangerous. Yes?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Alice">>"At least Nate made that much clear to you."<</speech>> Angelo was still moving away from me, but his joke was done, <<speech "Alice">>"The people you will be dealing with operate outside law and decency. They are dangerous. They are killers. There //will// be violence. And you might be a part of it. I'd much rather it be you dealing destruction than the other way around, wouldn't you?"<</speech>> I nodded. God, the thing felt like it was pulling my shoulder out of its socket. It was heavy. <<image framed "passage/M001-CaseOfficerPARTFirearms.png">> <<speech "Alice">>"Right. Now, maybe you'll just be a party to the violence. A witness. But everyone out in the field is evaluated in their gunplay. So. Go."<</speech>> I shook my head, eyes wide, shoulders lifting in complete confusion, when I saw out of the corner of my eye: Angelo was performatively hitting something extra hard on a wall panel. And then something was <<link "flying through the air">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedDis = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set _shoottest = $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> <<skillChecked "Discipline" "Coordination">> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("TwitchOpenWin")>><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if Array("sporty","gym","gang").includes($CC.hsv)>><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<if _shoottest gt 7>> <<set $shoottest = 1>> <<face happy>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I barely remember flicking off the safety -- there was no way he had handed it to me off -- I squeezed. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but the small disc exploded into a fine dust. Another was already aloft, but I was still two-hands on the firearm and squared up, prepared. The second and the third were dispatched. /* IMAGE (Needed): A small disc exploding into dust. <<image framed "passage/M001-DiscHit.png">> */ Frozen and braced, I breathed calmly, waiting for more. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them as I flicked the safety and practiced trigger-discipline unconsciously, the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"I don't remember seeing a firing range in your notes."<</speech>> Angelo was picking up the casings by my feet. <<speech "Alice">>"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. <<speech "Alice">>"Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..."<</speech>> She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, <<speech "Alice">>"Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived."<</speech>> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif _shoottest gt 4>> <<set $shoottest = 0>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I squeezed. <br><br> Nothing. A fake gun? I watched the small black disc continuing its arc. Shit! The safety. My finger found it and then dropped back to the trigger to squeeze again. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but I had missed. Too much surprise and adrenaline, but my third pull brought it down. <br><br> It was then that I noticed another disc flinging past me and exploding on the shellacked floor. Fuck! There were others. Another was already aloft and I turned to try and take it down. It took a few more attempts, but I took it down before gravity brought it to its demise. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Clay discs exploded on the floor of a gymnasium. <<image framed "passage/ClaysMissed.png">> */ Cursing with my eyes darting around for more, the whole place felt like a cannonade had gone off. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them, letting the heft of the weapon bring it down beside me and frowning a bit as the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Okay. Angelo can take that from you."<</speech>> His hand was up, carefully reaching out to retrieve it from me, <<speech "Alice">>"We can't have you going around with a Beretta and have your story be believable." <</speech>> I relinquished the weapon. He turned the semi-automatic to the side as a display as he flicked the safety back on. I shook my head and shut my eyes, disappointed in myself. <<speech "Alice">>"Teaching moment: the one you see is not necessarily the most dangerous. Those are the ones you don't see right away. Always be looking for additional threats."<</speech>> Poor of a show as that was, feeling its power and losing its weight had me immediately missing it. Especially if there was as much danger as there seemed to be. <<skillChecked "Inventory ">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>>I was immediately glad to know I had one sequestered away in my things. It //was// mine, so that meant it was part of my story too, right? And did they know that already?<</if>> <<speech "Alice">>"Come, come."<</speech>> She patted the wood of the bleacher beside her. I shook my head again in disbelief. They had a skeet system set up in a fricking gymnasium. I had just been using live ammunition where other people might play basketball. <br><br> She chuckled at me, reading my thoughts as I made my way to her. She moved the manila folder to the other side of her as I sat. <<speechPC>>"Okay, now what. Bomb diffusion?"<</speechPC>> I noticed a slight tilt of her head. Like an animal that was unsure about something. It was a slight thing, but still a thing I'm pretty sure I noticed. <<speech "Alice">>"Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..."<</speech>> She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, <<speech "Alice">>"Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived."<</speech>> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> <<set $shoottest = -1>> <<face shock>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I squeezed. <br><br> Nothing. A fake gun? I watched the small black disc continuing its arc. Shit! The safety. My finger found it and then dropped back to the trigger to squeeze again. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but I had missed. Too much surprise and adrenaline, squeezed again and again. It disappeared. Had I hit it? Had I lost it? Had it disintegrated on the floor? Where were these bullets going? Into the padding on the walls? What about ricochets? What was I //doing//? <br><br> It was then that I noticed another disc flinging past me and exploding on the shellacked floor. Fuck! There were others. Another was already aloft and I turned to try and take it down. I emptied my magazine at it, the firing pin clicking as gravity brought it to its demise. <br><br> Cursing with my eyes darting around for more. My gun was empty but maybe there were more on their way. The whole place felt like a cannonade had gone off. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them, letting the heft of the weapon bring it down beside me and frowning a bit as the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <<speech "Alice">>"O. Kay. Angelo..."<</speech>> He was approaching like I was an active shooter, hands upright and prepared to talk me out of some heinous act, <<speech "Alice">>"...can take that from you."<</speech>> <<speech "Alice">>"We can't have you going around with a Beretta and have your story be believable."<</speech>> I practically threw the weapon into his more prepared hands. Those things were fucking dangerous and scary. He turned the semi-automatic to the side as a display as he flicked the safety back on. I shook my head and shut my eyes, disappointed in myself. <<speech "Alice">>"Teaching moment: the one you see is not necessarily the most dangerous. Those are the ones you don't see right away. Always be looking for additional threats."<</speech>> Still, feeling its power and losing its weight had me immediately missing it. Especially if there was as much danger as there seemed to be. <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>>I was immediately glad to know I had one sequestered away in my things. It //was// mine, so that meant it was part of my story too, right? And did they know that already?<</if>> <<speech "Alice">>"Come, come."<</speech>> She patted the wood of the bleacher beside her. I shook my head again in disbelief. They had a skeet system set up in a fricking gymnasium. I had just been using live ammunition where other people might play basketball. <br><br> She chuckled at me, reading my thoughts as I made my way to her. She moved the manila folder to the other side of her as I sat. <<speechPC>>"Okay, now what. Bomb diffusion?"<</speechPC>> I noticed a slight tilt of her head. Like an animal that was unsure about something. It was a slight thing, but still a thing I'm pretty sure I noticed. <<speech "Alice">>"Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..."<</speech>> She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, <<speech "Alice">>"Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived."<</speech>> <br><br> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>.
<<set $Dossier.testedPer = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedInv = true>> <<set _eyestest = $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value>> <<skillChecked "Previous Experience">> <<skillChecked "Investigation" "Perception">> <<if $UN.rush == true>><<set _eyestest ++>><</if>> <<if visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>><<set _eyestest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<if _eyestest gt 4>> <<face happy>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting... but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- /* IMAGE (Needed): A Rorschach test. <<image framed "passage/Rorshach.png">> */ <<speech "Alice">>"Alright. Now some questions. Answer them honestly and quickly, first response that comes to mind...if you don't I'll know."<</speech>> She smiled. The superiority was unnecessary. She was enjoying this. It was tantamount to hazing. Maybe that's all this was -- completely unnecessary testing just to have something to laugh at back at home office. Something they did to all 'new recruits'? It didn't matter. She could have her moment in the sun now, because if I was really going to do this, if the success of everything really depended on me...well, I'd be having the last laugh either way. <br><br> So. Fuck you, Alice. <<speechPC>>"Ask away."<</speechPC>> I smiled back, leaning onto the palms of my hands, exposing my stomach confidently. Hit me with your best <<link "shot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Psyche">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif _eyestest gt 2>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting...but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- <<speech "Alice">>"Alright. Now some questions. Answer them honestly and quickly, first response that comes to mind...if you don't I'll know."<</speech>> She smiled. The superiority was unnecessary. She was enjoying this. It was tantamount to hazing. Maybe that's all this was -- completely unnecessary testing just to have something to laugh at back at home office. Something they did to all 'new recruits'? It didn't matter. She could have her moment in the sun now, because if I was really going to do this, if the success of everything really depended on me...well, I'd be having the last laugh either way. <br><br> So. Fuck you, Alice. <<speechPC>>"Ask away."<</speechPC>> I smiled back, leaning onto the palms of my hands, exposing my stomach confidently. Hit me with your best <<link "shot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Psyche">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting...but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- <<speech "Alice">>"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>> <<speechPC>>"So. These are like story problems?"<</speechPC>> I frowned, unsure how good of an answer I could give because, ya know, I wasn't an agent and hadn't done any of these things before. Maybe I wouldn't understand the situation she was presenting. <<speech "Alice">>"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>/*IMAGE (Needed): A car parked outside a nondescript building at night. <<image framed "passage/M001-CarStakeout.png">>*/ I nodded. Wondering if my interjection earlier would have been part of the evaluation. <<speech "Alice">>"You watch them make successful infil and during your surveil, you notice a light moving around inside the location."<</speech>> She paused, making eye contact which I assumed meant it was time for me to make my decision. <<speechPC>>"They wouldn't use a light, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Good assumption."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Time isn't up?"<</speechPC>> <<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>/* IMAGE (Needed): A fancy gala at an opera house. <<image framed "passage/M001-OperaGala.png">>*/ I sat there, looking down at my knees, wondering if that would have been the choice I would have made in the moment. I didn't have much time to consider, nor was able to ask any follow-ups or clarifications, because Alice was launching into set-piece two: <<speech "Alice">>"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? <<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>/* IMAGE (Needed): A military checkpoint with armed guards. <<image framed "passage/M001-MilitaryCheckpoint.png">>*/ Okay, could pretty much picture that. Had to give her...or whoever came up with these? credit for them at least painting a picture in my mind. <<speech "Alice">>"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."<</speech>> Fuck. <<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."<</speech>> Oh, fuck. She doesn't pull any punches. <<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."<</speech>> Aha! I can win these. Maybe I won others? <</if>> <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Sex workers outside a building in the Red Light district. <<image framed "passage/M001-RedLightDistrict.png">> */ <<speech "Alice">>"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."<</speech>> That...makes sense. Glad I learned that now rather than when I really would have been dead. <<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."<</speech>> What the //fuck// Alice. She is certainly not pulling her punches. Maybe this was her making a point about this whole mission ahead of me? <<else>> <<speech "Alice">>"You act like the good sex worker that you are. The bodyguard quickly gives you the room. You're able to shuffle the target from this mortal coil before he has his own petit mort. You are nowhere to be found when the bodyguard checks in a few minutes later."<</speech>> Ugh. Guys are so predictable. Maybe that's the point? <</if>> <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>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A person parkouring across rooftops at night. <<image framed "passage/M001-Parkour.png">> */ <<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."<</speech>> Sounds like we needed better security. Chalking this up to their fault, not mine. <<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."<</speech>> Hey. I coulda made that shot. At least in my mind. <<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."<</speech>> Vivid. Alright. <</if>> <br><br> She scribbled quickly, as she had during each of her short outros. Was she coming up with these on the fly? Were these standard questions, so easily rote for her? <<speech "Alice">>"There's a cartel that has made in-roads to the American South in a way that puts the Sinaloa to shame. You've managed to ingratiate yourself with a dealer that could prove the first rung in scaling the ladder. You are sitting in the backseat of his Volvo when he offers you the pipe of crystal for you to take--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Meth?"<</speechPC>> Alice frowned, not liking the interruption or that I needed clarification. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A backseat of a car with two people, one handing a small bag of meth to the other. <<image framed "passage/M001-CarMeth.png">> */ <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]] $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> "Hit that shit. Gotta get in while I have the chance." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Excitable enough. <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> "I'll let him lay some pipe instead. I won't say no to the meth right away, but distract him by undoing his pants." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]]>> "I don't inhale." An easy answer, an easy shrug. <</crossroads>>
I sat there, waiting for her little epilogue, but got nothing. <br><br> Wordlessly, Angelo crossed to Alice and took the manila and pad from her. He passed, leaving the gym without so much as eye contact between them. The gym was deafeningly quiet now once the door swung closed behind him, shielding me from the sound of his retreating footsteps. <br><br> I looked up at her. She hadn't left. She hadn't said a thing. Yet, something about Angelo's departure made this all feel much more official and prepared than I had begun to assume. <<speech "Alice">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Pretense had fallen away from her, but I was a bit reluctant to immediately believe her. She was a spy after all. <<speech "Alice">>"I truly mean it."<</speech>> The clack of her kitten heels on the hardwood silenced the overwhelming quiet and then she was sitting beside me, close in a way that felt so familiar, so female. Like a moment with <<print $CC.FName>> or something. I bristled a bit at my unconscious relaxation. <<speechPC>>"That was a lot."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"And yet, not enough. And far less than what's coming your way. But still, you're right. It was a lot and I appreciate that you let us put you through the paces."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're welcome. I hope you got what you needed. I still have the job?"<</speechPC>> It came with a wry chuckle. <<speech "Alice">>"You do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And do I get to know my evaluation? Was that like a D for diploma or an A for Agent?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>She smiled. It felt honest. "You don't. And we're not entirely done."<</speech>> I nearly jumped off the bleachers, but barely restrained myself. I could feel her considering touching my hand as she felt me harden. She knew better than to try some bullshit comforting touch. She just looked at me. <<speech "Alice">>"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>> <<speechPC>>"Suck-sex."<</speechPC>> It was a bad joke, but I had to make it. I needed to take ownership on this in some way. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, Nate let me know it was 'part of the job.'"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Essentially. Yes."<</speech>> It was cold and emotionless. Coming from Nate, there had been a bit of 'maleness' and disregard of feminine value...past the sexual. From her...it made it all the more real. <<speechPC>>"So if like, sex is on the table--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"You're not James Bond--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Jane?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She ignored the joke, wasn't enjoying my attempts to cut the tension, <<speech "Alice">>"Or Austin Powers. Hell, even Bourne. The renditions in film and television are sexy, fun...and there are certainly agencies that utilize the Honeytrap and relationship approach to get close to their targets. For EROS, it's not some fringe 'benefit' or a tool in the toolbox. We're assigned to areas and missions where the other tools are mostly set aside in lieu of the sexual."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-CaseOfficerHoneytrap.png">> <<speechPC>>"Got it."<</speechPC>> She nodded, eyes losing focusing. She'd been there and experienced exactly what she was explaining to me. And not just once, given her position in the organization. I wondered what she was remembering. And then she broke the silence, back with me all of a sudden, <<speech "Alice">>"I apologize. I don't mean to be harsh. But this is not our usual--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Way of starting a mission or accepting a new agent. I know. So."<</speechPC>> I looked down at my feet, nudging the shellacked floor as if it were going to move, <<speechPC>>"What I was saying was, if like...sex is such a big deal. Don't you need to like, also do an evaluation of my body--my assets?"<</speechPC>> It was a half-joke, but I was surprised that it hadn't been a part of everything we had just done. <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel", "Model")>>Like I had done in castings before.<<else>>Like I imagined some models or actresses had to endure from time to time.<</if>> <br><br> The question clearly wasn't what she expected. It took her a moment to respond, some calculation happening inside that steel-trap mind of hers. A slight shift of her head, a little cough and a small smile, <<speech "Alice">>"...We. Don't need to put you through that."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>>A chill ran down my spine: it's because they already //had// done the appraisal. Via other means. I wondered when and how. And who. It felt very violating.<<else>>There was clearly some reason for the way she responded and the thought behind it, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well. That's good."<</speechPC>> She nodded, smile broadening, in agreement. <br><br> She laughed, squeezing my hand, tugging me slightly closer, <<speech "Alice">>"Now, just because I've said what I have said so far...that doesn't mean that sex is the //only// tool. There was a reason for all of this,"<</speech>> she motioned at the vacant gym, <<speech "Alice">>"Sometimes it might __feel__ like you need to, but there is nothing to gain. Sometimes it's finding what there //is// to gain when there doesn't seem to be a way to avoid it. And sometimes it requires you to be the one to ''pursue'' it...to //make// an opportunity occur."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I get it. I'm going to need to get fucked."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"I sincerely doubt there will be a way for you to avoid it. I wasn't able to."<</speech>> She shrugged. <<speechPC>>"How do you deal with that?"<</speechPC>> She laughed again, the question novel and intriguing to her, <<speech "Alice">>"I'm sure we all have our own ways. I don't really know what I've done. But to me, it's a part of the job."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, I'm whoring myself out for my country and...my mom?" My stomach lurched at the idea.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Contextualizing it like that is probably not going to be useful for you...and is how most people would view it. You need to be different."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I get it. Nate had kind of implied as much."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"But he didn't come out and say it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Eh, he did. But made it sound like more of a choice."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"It //is// a choice. But one you're making now. And in the moment when you evaluate the way forward and the outcomes. It's not a panacea. But it's one I can assure you -- at least from personal experience -- I needed to make. And did make."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And I have the choice now?" <</speechPC>> She nodded. <<speechPC>>"No. I mean. For this test."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Right."<</speech>> She looked away, bemused. <<speech "Alice">>"Let's say that we're evaluating the result, not the outcome. I'm not prescribing anything in //particular//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fine. So. How am I going to prove I can do this?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Angelo."<</speech>> 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>> <<speechPC>>"And __what__ exactly, would that be?"<</speechPC>> <<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>> <<speechPC>>"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. He knew all of this--"<</speechPC>> I stood, arm flinging side to side at the gym-firing range-psych eval-fighting ring. <<speechPC>>"He's going to expect--"<</speechPC>> She turned on her heel, <<speech "Alice">>"Will he?"<</speech>> A sardonic smile. <<speech "Alice">>"Not ''all'' EROS agents are of the same echelon."<</speech>> The subtext that my evaluation was still underway was clear as day. She continued walking, leaving me alone with my [[thoughts|M001 - Honeytrap]].
<<dialog "Dossier Tutorial">> <div class="dossierTutorial"> You've unlocked a new tab in the Dossier! <br> If you've never used the dossier before it can be found on the <b> side panel </b> as shown below. <br> <div class="tutorialImg"> <img src="img/tutorials/dossier.png" alt="Dossier Tutorial" width="300px" height="auto"> </div> Click the book to open the dossier. <br> <br> When you do you'll be greeted by the following screen. <br> <div class="tutorialImg"> <img src="img/tutorials/dossierPage.png" alt="Dossier book opened with selectable tabs" width="450px" height="auto"> </div> From here you can view all kinds of information, However, some information may be redacted by your employer or other government entities as deemed appropriate. <br> <br> On the <<link "Wardrobe">><<showDossier wardrobe>><</link>> tab you can even change Claire's outfits and clothing! <br> <br> You will occasionally unlock new tabs to view and interact with based on your actions, so check back often! <<button "Thanks for the information!">> <<dialogclose>> <</button>> </div> <</dialog>> Seduce Angelo? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> All of a sudden, I felt everything she had been talking about come crashing down upon me. Before, sex had been some intangible thing. Like porn that had been playing in my head with other actors, but now it coalesced into what was really going to be happening. I was going to be expected to fuck. Guys. A lot. <br><br> I felt the urge to vomit. It's not that this was some impossible task, but it was going to be massively displeasing. <br><br> They just weren't my bag. Whether or not they were attractive, I was going to have a hell of a task ahead of me each time that I had to pretend to want it. To go after it. To get some dick. <br><br> I swallowed it down, trying to fight the feeling of my sexuality withering inside of me. <br><br> <<else>> I //liked// men well enough, but to just have one specified for me, my preferences be damned...it felt demeaning. The reaction I had was surprisingly visceral: it was like I was a kid again and I had to go perform in front of the class, or go to some stupid adult party and play nice. So massively out of control, because they 'said so'. <br><br> I wondered how often it would be like this. Just texted or told who I had to go fuck, or if it would be more within my discretion. Or if I avoided what was necessary if this would happen all over again and I'd just be forced to put out for whomever they deemed necessarily. And who was on the other end of that decision? Men? Women? A mix? <br><br> The anger burned inside me at having lost control of something so intimate, so personal. <br><br> <</if>> They knew what they were doing. They knew me, in and out. And they probably knew they had to test these exact reactions. They probably knew exactly how I would feel about this and show me how fast and suddenly my sense of self needed to change. <br><br> They didn't pull any punches. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age == -2>> It was shocking to me that they were asking me to be a...sex agent -- is that what I would call it? At my age. Most people weren't comfortable with anyone being sexualized, let alone engaging in it. They didn't bat an eye. <br><br> <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> I wondered if it mattered ''where'' this mission was happening. I doubted that EROS agents were recruited at my age and put in the field. But maybe the Philippines had different laws and that's why they didn't bat an eye expecting me to do what I would have to do. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> And they knew -- //had// to know -- that I was still a virgin. <<if $Body.age == -2>> And it shouldn't have surprised them, at my age... <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> Sure, there were girls my age that weren't...more than were virgins like me, but still... <<elseif $Body.age == 0>> Yeah, I know I was far behind the eight-ball compared to like, most girls my age... <<else>> I was certainly no spring chicken. It probably surprised them that I had gone this far without sex with anyone. I wondered if they judged me the way that all the other people in my life certainly did... <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> At least they weren't asking me to do something I had never done before...like some of those tests. I had notches in my belt...which, maybe it was a reason they were comfortable expecting this of me. <br><br> <<if $Body.age == -2>> Maybe that's why they were so chill about the whole situation: asking a girl with the years under my belt to hop into bed with people -- because I already had people under my belt. I guess that made sense...they weren't 'breaking' anything. <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> I wondered what my Mom would think -- Dad too -- of me being recruited and knowingly being thrown into sexual situations at my age...and it wouldn't be with my contemporaries either. <<elseif $Body.age == 0>> I wondered if Mom had started at my age...if it was better to start it all earlier and take advantage of youth. Would an older me have said yes? I'd be more experienced with the whole sex thing, but...worn out? <<else>> Maybe that's why they had taken until now to put me in this position -- they wanted me to get the experience under my belt, to be able to be 'consenting' -- whatever that meant. <</if>>. <br><br> <</if>> <br><br> The mental image of him was already front and center, and certainly he wasn't an unattractive man, but had I thought about him in any sexual context? <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> Beyond my normal wanting dick and he was in my field of view? No. <<else>> No. <</if>> Was he going to be expecting this? Had other agents been 'tested' on him? Did he know this was part and parcel of the testing process? How was I going to 'prove' success? A used condom? And that necessitated sleeping with him, which she didn't say I //had// to. So if not, then what. <br><br> I was already in the hallway heading back to the office. Seeing the door had begun to take on myriad flavors and I'd only been here for a couple days: becoming an agent, Nate disappearing, having to sexually manipulate the man on the other side...It wasn't exactly the Neapolitan ice cream flavor variety that tasted good. But did Neapolitan ever taste good? I cleared my throat, standing beside the door, trying to come up with an approach. <br><br> But there were too many variables to decide. Ignoring the shake of my hand, I twisted the handle and stepped inside, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> He looked like a small mountain, hunched over the desk and switching from the legal pad to the manila folder. His left hand converting Alice's notes into something formal. He grunted, mid-sentence and not wanting to distract himself. <br><br> I didn't interrupt, moving quietly into the chair opposite, waiting for him to finish. The silence in the room pounded in my ears: the reason for me being there drawing every second I waited into an eternity. I tried to refocus myself, read him for any clues. <br><br> He seemed unperturbed by my appearance and besides the grunt had no reaction. That either meant he was ready and waiting for me to make my pass, or he was completely unaware. I had to hope for the latter. <<image framed "passage/M001-Honeytrap.png">> He flipped the manila cover closed and looked up from me, one of his meaty hands spread across the legal pad as if to obscure anything from me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sorry about dat. At least I knew the day of my test. And had some idea of what was comin'."<</speech>> His accent had muted from the previous day. Playing up the Filipino angle when I thought he was just some guy at RedDoorz? <<speechPC>>"It's okay, I guess. I passed?"<</speechPC>> I flashed a smile. And then I felt it: my self-consciousness about the situation. Was that a smile of friendliness? Attraction? Interest? How was he reading it? Should I shift? Would he notice? <br><br> He sighed and leaned back in the chair, which complained with a ancient squeak. His palm patted against the legal pad, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You're on the job. How's that sound?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Scary."<</speechPC>> I saw a flutter in his eyes, possibly concern. Okay, maybe I had an opening. Decision time: <br><br> <div id="Angelo"> <<crossroads #Angelo>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> I wasn't an EROS agent, yet -- maybe ever. My only way to get what I needed was between my legs. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Slutty enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> If Alice was testing me, she wanted to see me use //all// the [[goods|M001 - Honeytrap PART Sex]]. <<path>> If I was being tested as an agent, might as well try to lure him like an agent. No need to actually fuck him. <<contents>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<Stats Perception ++>> She was testing me but that meant showing I didn't need to resort to sex straight [[away|M001 - Honeytrap PART Wiles]]. <<path>> Who said sex had to be involved? Just had to trick him. Didn't need to use my body. <<contents>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<Stats Perception ++>> She was testing me but that meant showing I didn't need to resort to sex straight [[away|M001 - Honeytrap PART Deception]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<skillChecked "Bodycount">> <<if $bodies.length lte 10>> <<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 Performance ++>> <<face ahego>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He shifted in the chair, lifting from it and coming around the desk to me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"That was unfair,"<</speech>> He sat on the front edge of the desk, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"of Alice,"<</speech>> leaning forward -- his eyes checking down my top, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"of Nate--"<</speech>> his broad hands on either of my shoulders. <<speechPC>>"Of my mom..."<</speechPC>> My head dropped against his chest. I let a shudder run through me. It was tension that had been building up at the idea of doing this, but I let him believe it was something else. I could feel him breathing against my hair, taking in my scent and my hands pulled slightly on his arms, guiding him closer, tighter, nearer. <br><br> He responded instantly, his lizard brain kicking in. His broad arms encircled me and pulled me against him. I tilted my chin slightly to make eye contact and I could see the desire in his eyes. He, on the other hand, was checking to see if I was too upset or if he was crossing a line -- I stopped that consideration instantly. My chin lifted higher and my lips met his. They were fleshier than mine, but soft. I could feel him initially freeze as his internal struggle continued, but I pressed myself against him, letting him feel my feminine curves and let the tip of my tongue begin to probe at his mouth. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A close-up of a kiss <<image framed "passage/M001-HoneytrapKiss.png">> */ Accepting, his hands dropped down my back to my ass, taking each cheek and squeezing. It was the first overtly sexual thing he had done, but with that, I knew we were on the right path. <br><br> Now that he was in the bag, my brain shifted over to figuring out how I was going to extricate myself with what I needed. They were on the desk, so he was still between me and him. Sex was //involved//, but he'd notice if I pulled out a paper bag and started collating papers while he was thrusting. Step one was going well, but I wouldn't call this a home run, yet. <br><br> Shit. My distraction had him easing back. I could feel the pressure against my mouth waning, so I reasserted myself, hands dropping to the athletic pants he was wearing and working the waistband outward. I felt predatory, practically forcing myself on him. It certainly was an odd sensation not to have him pawing away at me, to be in the driver's seat so firmly, while also not being super-aroused. <br><br> Still, the release of his manhood got him back on track. The polyester slid down his trunks of his thighs and I felt his pecker swing out to say hi against my clothes and skin. It felt weighty. I had to check. Oh. He was endowed. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> My thought became words, looking at it rise with his bloodflow. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It okay?"<</speech>> I could hear both a sense of pride but also could tell he'd had some instances where his size hadn't been a win. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, you're just going to have to get me ready."<</speechPC>> I laughed. It was a perfect opportunity. Moving around him was like skirting a gate with an arm that raised, and then I was up on the desk, making sure I was half on the documents in question while I hiked my <<linkexpand "skirt up.">> <<liftUpDress>> 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 $Body.isBraless == true>> I felt a shudder of his excitement against my tits, making them jiggle, as he found them already free. <<else>> His lips kissed and nipped at the bare flesh around my bra, his hands sliding up my sides to my back, wrestling for the clasp which came off <<link "instantly">><<bra>><</link>>. <</if>> <br><br> He latched onto one of my nipples and sucked hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. It was like he was nursing. I could tell he absolutely loved the pair that I had, his hands caressing the cup-size -- my own form of endowment that he was excited to get a piece of. Softly I panted, holding his head while he suckled and nursed, switching back and forth and making my nipples absolutely //rock// hard. <br><br> Still, as arousing and pleasing as this was -- feeling this wanted, too, was quite a welcome surprise -- it wasn't going to do the trick. <<else>> His eyes gave a quick -- disappointed? -- look down at my chest under my top as his hand dropped between my thighs, the meaty palm grabbing between them and grinding flat and up and down feeling my heat. Something felt a little...off. The intense passion had dropped off a bit, so I grabbed his free hand and pulled it to my mouth, playfully licking and sucking one of his hotdog fingers, eyes up to make contact with his. <br><br> It did the trick. I saw a rekindling in his eyes, a pulse and tap-tap of his cock against my leg and stomach while he pressed harder at my pussy. We maintained the complete eye contact as he rubbed and stroked my soaking slit. It felt good and it was certainly arousing, but I didn't want another abatement in his horniness. I needed to distract and redirect him before that happened. I gave one deep suck and twist on his forefinger before pulling back with tight suction and a flutter of my tongue. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"No, I really mean...get me ''ready''."<</speechPC>> I laughed, leaning back and encouraging him down between my open thighs. <br><br> He didn't need much encouragement, diving between my thighs <<if $Body.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, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shh!"<</speech>> He couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he admonished me. <br><br> I nodded, laughing too. I took this moment to reach under my ass and tug -- as if the manila and legal pad was uncomfortable to be fucked on -- and yanked it out from under me and onto the floor beside the desk, as close as I could manage. <<speechPC>>"They teach you that in basic?"<</speechPC>> He smiled, unwrapping a condom as he stood between my trembling thighs, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No. It's not like there's sex training."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and Fertility">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> Seeing the prophylactic, especially with the flood of endorphins running through my brain at that moment, pained me, <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I reached out, gently trying to push it away from his cock. <<if $Body.fertile == false>><<speechPC>>"You know I'm on--"<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sex training one oh one. Always protect yourself if possible."<</speech>> He pressed it over his girthy shaft despite my plaintive attempts to stop him. <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <<else>> A condom. And he knew I was on birth control...It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> While he was taking the longer-than-usual time to apply protection, I started to think of my exit plan. The documents were right //there//. How would we finish off in such a way that I could grab them and go? <br><br> And then he was against my entrance and pressing forward. <<else>> I had never experienced a guy eating me out like this. My brain exploded in pleasure instantaneously that was nearly overwhelming. The contact was //full// -- the broad swath of his tongue, his incredible skill, and those big lips grabbed and tugged at my own. I squealed out, losing track of why I was there as I experienced something that was too good to ignore. <br><br> I shuddered and squirmed, muscles in my hands and arms fully engaged as I pulled him against me, as if I could get him to eat me deeper, better, bigger. I was huffing out half gasps and grunts and spots appeared in front of my eyes, obscuring the office and my feet hanging in the air as I was devoured. <br><br> If he kept going at it like this, I was going to cum and ''hard''...and if that happened, who knew if I'd be able to keep on task. I needed to stop this and quickly. I reached underneath myself, shifting one cheek up -- as if the manila and legal pad was uncomfortable to be fucked on -- and yanked it out from under me and onto the floor beside the desk. As close as I could manage. Then I fought my body's desire to have him keep going and pushed him back. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"They teach you that in basic?"<</speechPC>> He smiled, unwrapping a condom as he stood between my trembling thighs, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No. It's not like there's sex training."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Fertility and Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> Seeing the prophylactic, especially with the flood of endorphins running through my brain at that moment, pained me, <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I reached out, gently trying to push it away from his cock. <<if $Body.fertile == false>><<speechPC>>"You know I'm on--"<</speechPC>><</if>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sex training one oh one. Always protect yourself if possible."<</speech>> He pressed it over his girthy shaft despite my plaintive attempts to stop him. <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <<else>> A condom. And he knew I was on birth control...It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> While he was taking the longer-than-usual time to apply protection, I started to think of my exit plan. The documents were right //there//. How would we finish off in such a way that I could grab them and go? <br><br> And then he was against my entrance and pressing forward. <</if>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<image framed "passage/M001-HoneytrapPARTSex.png">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> And then...It was DOA. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I...I can't."<</speech>> He was shaking his head, backing off, ashamed. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I don't want to hurt you."<</speech>> His eyes were shielded from me...it was the perfect moment! <br><br> I nodded and slid quickly off the desk, <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry. I feel bad, but I'm starting to realize..."<</speechPC>> I dropped to my knees, grabbing my discarded clothing...and the manila and legal pad. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh. Yeah. Um...please don't say anything--"<</speech>> There. My naked body and own 'shame' was doing the work of protecting him from seeing what I was carrying. <<speechPC>>"I won't. It was my fault anyway."<</speechPC>> I shook my head and waved his worried off, shuffling to the door, <<speechPC>>"One sec."<</speechPC>> And then I ducked out. <br><br> A half-naked shuffle down the hallway (that was thankfully empty) and I made it to a bathroom to <<linkexpand "put my clothes back on">> put my clothes back on<<outfit default>>. Shit. I didn't have anywhere or anything to hide these things in...so I'd just have to use embarassment as an excuse. <br><br> With the 'package' behind my back, I came back to the door and peeked in slightly with a sheepish smile. <<speechPC>>"Uh hey. I'm..."<</speechPC>> He was looking around, probably for what I had. He couldn't make eye contact and wasn't putting two and two together, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yeah. Okay."<</speech>> I nodded, taking whatever chance I could get away to the bank. I ducked back out and quickly headed down the hallway, hitting the stairs with a happy sigh of relief. <br><br> I had [[done it|M001 - Success]]. <<vCardCheck "Angelo" M "Angelo, my Handler, handled him during my eval" "age: 32" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> <br><br> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. <br><br> The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> I nodded each time. I felt the slight give. This wouldn't be //ideal//, but it __would__ work. I pulled at his shirt with one hand, the tension in it belying the sensation I was fighting, my eyes stuck down between my legs. Most men would have watched too, enjoying the view, but he was rapt on me and I was more curious and careful than lustful in my gaze too. <br><br> And then, like I knew it would, it started to go innnn. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking inside much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <<else>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> I focused on relaxing, on opening for him, my eyes stuck down between my legs. Most men would have watched too, enjoying the view, but he was rapt on me and I was more curious and careful than lustful in my gaze too. <br><br> That did the trick. He was disappearing, and so was I. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking inside much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <<else>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <</if>> <<else>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> <br><br> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. <br><br> The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking inside much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <<else>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>>The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <</if>> <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking inside much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <<else>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> <<set _selfPity = true>> <<include "M001 - HoneytrapPARTSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry runny>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Filing cabinet <<image framed "passage/M001-FilingCabinet.png">> */ <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You...alright?"<</speech>> There was a slight shift in his chair, he almost came over to provide comfort, but he stopped himself. <<speechPC>>"Um. Yeah, I guess I've gotta be, right? I was just..."<</speechPC>> I lifted myself out of my chair, wiping my eyes and crossing to the window behind him. I needed to get closer to him if he wasn't going to get closer to me. <<speechPC>>"I guess...freaking out? Did you freak out the first time you went out on the field?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Well, of course. Never had to do what you're doing, though."<</speech>> He reached one of those long arms out to give me a little squeeze at my shoulder. I could //feel// the distance he was keeping from me. I leaned into the pressure near my neck, letting myself be taken in by him when he wasn't taking me in. <<speechPC>>"No? Sounds like a workplace disparity."<</speechPC>> Smiling at him, letting my fingers gently track along his bicep. <<speechPC>>"Woulda thought that was a perk for the guys in EROS. Sex isn't as much work for you, eh?"<</speechPC>> A little flash in my eyes to get a tingle below his waist. <br><br> He extracted his arm from me and turned back towards the desk, shuffling the manila and legal pad together, about to deposit them in the filing cabinet. Fuck. Nuh-uh. He just didn't get what I was offering. <<speechPC>>"Angelo. Come on. We're alone."<</speechPC>> My hand was at the small of his back, fingers slightly tucking under his waistline, gentle but the presence unmistakable. <br><br> He gave a half-smile over his shoulder while his free hand pulled my fingers free. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Handlers don't handle. There's enough stories in the agency...I shouldn't have to say that."<</speech>> I think my jaw dropped. I felt a pit in my stomach made of devastation. This time the tears were real, <<speechPC>>"Are you fucking kidding me? You don't want to //fuck// me? Seeing me in the shower? Down the hall? Angelo. I want you to fuck me."<</speechPC>> He shook his head. It came spilling out, down my cheeks and out of my mouth, <<speechPC>>"If you can shut this down that easy, how am I going to do this? If I'm not fuckable...I'm going to //fail// Angelo."<</speechPC>> Turning me down might have ramifications on the mission, on my confidence, on the world. I wasn't past using blackmail or other pressures to get what I wanted. <br><br> The metal of the cabinet clicked shut, my goal locked within it. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You need to be fuckable to everyone //except// me, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He pulled me tight into a bearhug, squeezing me but I wanted none of it. He wasn't going to get physical with me if he wasn't going to get physical with me. I pushed him away, stumbling back away from him, banging against the edge of the desk as I scrambled out and away. <br><br> Not only was I leaving empty-handed, but I was truly gutted. If sex was really going to be a tool and I had no sex appeal? I beat myself up the whole way home, seeing disinterest from every single person I passed. At least back at RedDoorz I was alone and didn't have to consider if I was attractive. <br><br> Eventually, I collected myself and resigned myself to how I had been from [[success|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Magnum condom full of cum. <<image framed "passage/FullCondom.png">> */ He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> <<outfit default>> on. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> <<if _selfPity>> Enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<vCardCheck "Angelo" M "Angelo, my Handler, handled him during my eval" "age: 32" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<vCardCheck "Angelo" M "Angelo, my Handler, handled him during my eval" "age: 32" "ethnicity: asian">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<skillChecked "Performance" "Attractiveness" "Wiles">> <<set _wilessuccess = ($Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value)>> I let my emotions bubble up. They were real, but I needed them in the moment, draw him to me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He shifted in the chair, lifting from it and coming around the desk to me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"That was unfair,"<</speech>> He sat on the front edge of the desk, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"of Alice,"<</speech>> leaning forward -- his eyes checking down my top, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"of Nate--"<</speech>> his broad hands on either of my shoulders. <<speechPC>>"Of my mom..."<</speechPC>> My head dropped against his chest. I let a shudder run through me. It was tension that had been building up at the idea of doing this, but I let him believe it was something else. I could feel him breathing against my hair, taking in my scent and my hands pulled slightly on his arms, guiding him closer, tighter, nearer. <br><br> He responded instantly, his lizard brain kicking in. His broad arms encircled me and pulled me against him. I tilted my chin slightly to make eye contact and I could see the desire in his eyes. He, on the other hand, was checking to see if I was too upset or if he was crossing a line -- I stopped that consideration instantly. My chin lifted higher and my lips met his. They were fleshier than mine, but soft. I could feel him initially freeze as his internal struggle continued, but I pressed myself against him, letting him feel my feminine curves and let the tip of my tongue begin to probe at his mouth. <br><br> Accepting, his hands dropped down my back to my ass, taking each cheek and squeezing. It was the first overtly sexual thing he had done, but with that, I knew we were on the right path. <br><br> Now that he was in the bag, my brain shifted over to figuring out how I was going to extricate myself with what I needed. They were on the desk, so he was still between me and him. Sex was //involved//, but he'd notice if I pulled out a paper bag and started collating papers while he was thrusting. Step one was going well, but I wouldn't call this a home run, yet. <br><br> Shit. My distraction had him easing back. I could feel the pressure against my mouth waning, so I reasserted myself, hands dropping to the athletic pants he was wearing and working the waistband outward. I felt predatory, practically forcing myself on him. It certainly was an odd sensation not to have him pawing away at me, to be in the driver's seat so firmly, while also not being super-aroused. <br><br> Still, the release of his manhood got him back on track. The polyester slid down his trunks of his thighs and I felt his pecker swing out to say hi against my clothes and skin. It felt weighty. I had to check. Oh. He was endowed. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Swollen bulge underneath athletic track pants <<image framed "passage/M001-SwollenBulge.png">> */ <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> My thought became words, looking at it rise with his bloodflow. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It okay?"<</speech>> I could hear both a sense of pride but also could tell he'd had some instances where his size hadn't been a win. And now, his cock was out. We were on our way to sex, which was //not// the plan. I needed to balance this high-wire of using his reluctance //and// desire to get me what I needed. <<speechPC>>"That thing is scary."<</speechPC>> I giggled playfully ass I rounded him, making my way to the desk (and the objective). Moving around him was like skirting a gate with an arm that raised, and then I was up on the desk, making sure I was half on the documents in question while I grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled him towards me. <br><br> I leaned up and into him, kissing him deeply again, feeling his responsiveness heighten slightly as his freed shaft made contact with my stomach. <br><br> If this were a normal moment, I would be grasping it, teasing it...but I had to control the situation. I lengthened and deepened the kiss, fingers dug into his shirt tightly, trying to figure out the right moment and the right way to get what I needed. <br><br> Then he yanked back. I think he saw the look of surprise in my eyes as he broke the kiss, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> An embarassed 'lost control there' half-laugh as his eyes looked me over. <<skillChecked "Chest size">> <<if ["huge", "extralarge","large"].includes($Body.tits)>> <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>><<set __wilessuccess += 2>><<else>><<set _wilessuccess ++>><</if>> He lock on only mid-way down his eye-fuck and pulled firmly up on my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. My arms were entangled and I squealed a bit as what he was doing was making it hard to do what //I// was doing. But then my top came off and he dove in, the cock smacking against my lower stomach, hinting at the depth that would be coming. His hands were at my sides as he shoved his head down against my breasts. And he was ''hungry'' for them. <br><br> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>> I felt a shudder of his excitement against my tits, making them jiggle, as he found them already free. <<else>> 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 <<image "passage/M001-ManilaFolderClutch.png">> */ I slid off the desk, using the motion to tug the documents with me. They slid off, half-stuck to my ass thanks to the build-up of the last few moments. I pinned them against the desk to my thigh, worrying at my lip with my teeth. Did he buy it? <br><br> I twisted around sharply, as if suddenly ashamed. I dropped, down, clutching my knees to my chest and quickly grabbing everything I needed, hoping my body did enough blocking. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh. Yeah. Um...please don't say anything--"<</speech>> There. My body and own 'shame' was doing the work of protecting him from seeing what I was carrying. <<speechPC>>"I won't. It was my fault anyway."<</speechPC>> I shook my head and waved his worried off, shuffling to the door, <<speechPC>>"One sec."<</speechPC>> And then I ducked out. <br><br> A mussed shuffle down the hallway (that was thankfully empty) and I made it to a bathroom to <<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.png">>"Yeah. Okay."<</speech>> I nodded, taking whatever chance I could get away to the bank. I ducked back out and quickly headed down the hallway, hitting the stairs with a happy sigh of relief. <br><br> I had [[done it|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel -= 3>> <<face angry runny>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Documents scattered from an open manila folder <<image framed "passage/M001-DocumentsScattered.png">> */ I tried to slide off the desk and use the motion to tug the documents with me. They slid...but not //off//, half-stuck to my ass with the build-up of the last few moments, but not as manageable as I had hoped. I hit my hip against the desk, trying to pin the edge of something there for a second try while I worried at my lip with my teeth. Did he buy it? Was I going to have an opportunity to get these things? <br><br> I twisted around sharply, as if suddenly ashamed -- another pull on those askew documents. And they fell, fluttering wildly in front of me. Shit, not good, <<print $CC.name>>. But I //had// to get them, no matter what. Time to pray. I dropped, down, clutching my knees to my chest and trying to grabbing everything I needed, hoping he didn't notice. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yes, you were."<</speech>> His tone was immediately different. Hard. I tried to use my body to shield the objective...and then that broad hand made contact on me once more but with a very different feeling to it. <br><br> I was spun around, face-to-face with a powerful, big man who didn't have the heart and passion of the Angelo that I had known. I had betrayed him and he was letting me know. His other hand yanked the documents wordlessly from my palms, stroking paper-cuts as sharp and nagging reminders of what I had done (as if the memory was not going to be enough). <br><br> And then, simply, quietly, he stepped back. He dropped into the chair, resetting his work to the way it had been and shooing me away. <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> The words barely squeaked out. If he had been duped earlier, it was clear now that there had been no thought in his mind that my evaluation was still going and he was on the docket. Alice had thrown me a mission with an unsuspecting -- maybe gullible -- victim and I had failed. And had probably irreparably damaged my relationship with one of the people who could be most important to me here, going forward... <br><br> When things got truly hairy, dangerous, and scary. <br><br> Tears trickled down my face as I shuffled out of 'school'. Partly from the pain that I had just given, partly for the starkness of how everything had been thrown at me -- how everything had changed, and partly because...I had [[failed|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Deception">> <<speechPC>>"But you'll be there to train me, right? Not gonna disappear like Nate?"<</speechPC>> I smiled. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Of course."<</speech>> He nodded firmly, leaning forward to reinforce the assurance, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"But it's not like we'll have time por trainin' the way that Alice and I had."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'll pick up things on the fly."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, retaining my smile. My mind had been churning, trying to pick over the room and options for 'proof' and I kept returning to the things he was protecting: my Dossier and that legal pad. I just had to get one of them out and back to Alice tomorrow. Just had to distract him enough to grab it...and make sure he didn't notice it was gone. Yeah, that last part was going to be the hardest. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Of course you will. I meant what I said yesterday: I tink you've got what it takes. So, what are you planning on pirst?"<</speech>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 3>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face happy>> An opening. Perfect. <<speechPC>>"Actually, I'm glad you asked. Could I pick your brain?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, lifting his prodigious form up from the seat, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"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.png">>"Oh, you can't spy on an empty stomach. Come on."<</speech>> He patted his stomach for emphasis, his other hand shuffling the manila folder underneath the legal pad. He rounded the desk, positioning himself between me and my goal, wrapping an a rm around my shoulders. I let him lead with the barest of pressure -- I didn't need to stay here. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now, most of the restaurant scene is north of here and the park, but let's get you back to your neighborhood. Good for the legend and all."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Makes sense."<</speechPC>> Me and my mentor left the office, working down the hallway and down the stairs as he went on about some place called Ilustrado...that we //weren't// going to. And just at the foot of the last flight of steps: <<speechPC>>"Oh shit."<</speechPC>> I stopped short, eyes wide. Reflexively, my hands patted at my pockets and even checked my shirt -- as if I had possibly tucked my phone there. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Everything okay?"<</speech>> He prickled. I wasn't sure if it was a learned threat-reaction, or if he was concerned for me, or what...but he watched me doing my pat-down. <<speechPC>>"My phone."<</speechPC>> I frowned, thinking, <<speechPC>>"Did...I leave it in the gym?"<</speechPC>> I turned, already heading back up the steps. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh." He started to follow me.<</speech>> I quickened my pace, <<speechPC>>"Don't worry about it. You don't need to go all that way back. I'll be right back."<</speechPC>> I saw him considering going back ''up'' all the stairs and it was enough of an inconvenience to deter him. I left him behind and raced back to the office as fast as my feet could carry me. <br><br> My heart was pounding as I grabbed the knob and twisted -- had he locked it? No. Inside, I grabbed my phone as I considered the manila. I didn't have anything except my clothes to hide it under, so I quickly decided to grab the papers, fold them and tuck them as best I could. Luckily, my file was short and there wasn't too much to hide. <<image framed "passage/M001-HoneytrapPARTDeception.png">> And then I was out. There was a moment when I felt like my heart was going to stop as I exited the office: if he saw me there I was dead. But no, the stairs had kept him away and I raced back, ensuring I managed a bit of a sweat and waggled my phone performatively. <<speechPC>>"Got it!"<</speechPC>> I panted. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It even working?"<</speech>> He raised an eyebrow. <<speechPC>>"Wifi is a life saver."<</speechPC>> He grunted, accepting that and we headed off, towards some place called "Cowboy" something or other for some cheap, local cuisine. <br><br> They had nachos and fried chicken from the long-standing American influence of great tasting food that was bad for you, but also some things that I could barely pronounce. He chuckled at me trying to pick through the menu and make a decision before I settled on a Filipino rice dish with BBQ meat that met with his approval. <<speechPC>>"So, I mean, I think it's the club, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Well, yeah."<</speech>> He tried to roll his eyes as he mouthed a handful of french fries, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"But what were your thoughts on approach?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And this is where you're supposed to give me sage advice."<</speechPC>> I beamed, trying to ignore the weight and awkwardness of folded paper on my person that could give me away at any moment. <br><br> He chuckled, dropping his elbows onto the cheap table to begin his opinions. They weren't too profound, but that he thought that the only real way in was to be working at the club, but returning as a patron first might make me a more known quantity than just showing up and asking for a job. <br><br> I picked and prodded, but mostly just listened. We finished up and he asked my opinion of the food, which I told him honestly was pretty good, if not impressive. He walked me back and left me to my own devices, giving me a massive bearhug of a squeeze with a final, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Good luck. I'll leave my number at the front desk should you ever get service for your phone...or just do the Wifi thing."<</speech>> <br><br> Smiling, I watched him head out the front door, never having ''so'' much desire to rush to that room. Once he was gone though, that's //exactly// what I [[did|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<image framed "passage/M001-HoneytrapPART_Deception.png">> //"Well, first I need ''that''."// I thought, looking at my Rosetta stone. <<speechPC>>"Uh, that's a good question. Was actually coming here for your thoughts? Ya know. Mentor and all."<</speechPC>> I smiled and tried to relax, tried to look away from the documentation. <br><br> He nodded, lifting his prodigious form up from the seat, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Absolutely. How about I treat choo to lunch."<</speech>> I frowned, eyes flicking back down to the folder that seemed to glimmer like an objective in one of the Boys video games. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Well, actually. Not too hungry."<</speechPC>> Had to keep us here, had to find //some// opportunity to get those from him...and if we left. Well, that was that. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh. Okay."<</speech>> He nodded, mirroring my frown. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Can't spy on an empty stomach though."<</speech>> He patted his stomach for emphasis. The laugh it elicited from me was less than convincing. He shuffled the legal pad under the manila, standing to deposit them in a filing cabinet. ''Shit''. I might have even said it out loud. <br><br> I heard the metallic click of the drawer and I knew that I was out of luck. Locked. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So. What's your plan of approach?"<</speech>> And now I was stuck here listening to him wax poetic on how to be a good agent. I could barely focus, feeling the freak out rising in my chest as I imagined Alice in that chair tomorrow and seeing me, the utter failure, showing up. And whether it was just that his ideas weren't too profound or it was my distraction, but basically, he thought that the only real way in was to be working at the club, but returning as a patron first might make me a more known quantity than just showing up and asking for a job. Brilliant work, Sherlock. <br><br> I tried to extend the conversation as much as it pained me, but eventually ran out of tacks to take. And I couldn't come up with any way to get him to leave the room. I did consider pulling the fire alarm on my way out. I wondered how the Filipino police would react to finding me as their perp. <br><br> My questions petered out and he nodded, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Well. Hope that helps. Good luck. I'll leave my number at the front desk to contact me, if need be."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I collected myself and then proceeded home while beating myself up over how badly that went and how far I had been from [[success|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
<<set $readDossier = true>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<face shock>> That night I spent reading, translating and copying the file to my own version. There was //so// much redacting; I tried holding the papers up to the light, perused YouTube for how-tos, but unsurprisingly the agency actually seemed to know how to keep people from reading shit they weren't supposed to. All the same, I had more knowledge about myself -- and what they thought of me -- than I did before. <br><br> It was hard to go to sleep. Not only was I worried about what I was going to do on my actual //mission// but, having opened Pandora's Box, learning my apparent 'agent' strengths and weaknesses might have been a little much to try and grapple with all at once. <br><br> The rest was fitful when I got it and my dreams were filled of composites of James Bond and Ethan Hunt movie-moments and my brain trying to reconcile them with with the incongruity of ''me''. Seducing women, jumping off buildings, getting into gun fights, almost being dissected by lasers. And the whole time my mind was going: //"Nope, this is wrong. This doesn't make sense."// It didn't. <br><br> Waking groggily, I took a quick rinse off -- mostly to get me to full consciousness -- then headed over to the college to meet <<linkexpand "Alice.">> Alice. <<speech "Alice">>"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>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand passing a manila folder <<image framed "passage/M001-ManilaFolderPass.png">> */ <<speechPC>>"Uh, thanks!"<</speechPC>> I was about to launch into how I had done it when she cut me off with a quick, 'come on' motion of her hand. I coughed, cutting myself off as I quickly proffered the creased documents. She unfolded them and laid them in the folder, grabbing a pen to document something additional. <br><br> I opened my mouth but she cut me off again, <<speech "Alice">>"You can go now. Time is of the essence."<</speech>> And that was it. <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz, I wondered if I'd see her again. If I wanted to see her again. In any event, I had to get on with my mission and figure out what my next steps were [[going to be|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. <<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."<</speech>> A slight nod and a motion of her hand. <<image framed "passage/M001-Fail.png">> I coughed, cutting off any response as I stepped back out of the office as quickly as I had entered. <<speech "Alice">>"You can go now. Time is of the essence."<</speech>> And that was it. <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz, I wondered if I'd see her again. If I wanted to see her again. In any event, I had to get on with my mission and figure out what my next steps were [[going to be|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]]>> While I //had// been flung straight into being a spy, feeling that way wasn't the best road to success. Maybe EROS could give me some support. <<hidden visited("M001 - Logistics")>> <<path [[M001 - Spy School]]>> The spy test had shown me just how out of my depth I felt. Now they knew where my short-comings were, maybe it was time to shore some of them up with some actual training. <<hidden $trainedGuns == true && $trainedHTH == true && $trainedInfil == true && $trainedSurv == true>> <<path [[M001 - SitRep]]>> What did EROS know about <<print $ACTI.target>>? The more I knew, the better I chances I had. <<hidden visited("M001 - SitRep")>> <<path [[M001 - Reporting In]]>> <<hover>> I felt that I'd made enough progress to do a check in with Alice. Maybe what I'd uncovered would point us in a direction. <<tip>> Only do this if you believe you have important information to report. Otherwise, this will just cost you a day. <</hover>> <</crossroads>>
/* Reporting in to Alice about the current status and information gathering. Will be a very complex passage that will evolve over time to reflect all the different points of interest, etc */ <<image framed "passage/M001-ReportingIn.png">> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<speechPC>>"Hey, Teach."<</speechPC>> The grin I had was probably dumb. <br><br> To her credit, Alice simply smiled, turning in her chair, facing me. <<speech "Alice">>"So what's the progress on your thesis?"<</speech>> I nodded, leaning forward on my knees, ready to report. <br><br> /* 'Knows' Reports & SitReps */ <<if visited("BE003 - Mikati") && !$Reports.includes("Big Event")>> <<run $Reports.push("Big Event")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speech "Alice">>"So. Let's hear from your perspective."<</speech>> She'd already gotten intel from other sources (which she wasn't offering up, apparently). I took a deep sigh, nodded, and launched in, detailing the perversity of the evening and everything that happened. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod") && !$Reports.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>> <<run $Reports.push("Met Darian McLeod")>> <<set _report += 4>> To call Alice reserved would be an understatement: she was unknowable. The fact that she was leaning forward in her chair, hanging on my every word about Darian, said everything that I needed to know. <<speech "Alice">>"''Describe'' him."<</speech>> She turned to Angelo, already with pad and pen. Her mouth gaped, a headshake of disbelief. <<skillChecked "Perception">><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3>>I caught that she mouthed 'She saw him?!'<<else>>She mouthed something, but I couldn't make it out.<</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A shadowy figure disappearing. <<image framed "passage/M001-DarianDisappearing.png">> */ Try as I might, the descriptors of Darian seemed to slip away right as my mind tried to grasp on them. What I fumbled through was vague and unimpressive. Was he //that// unremarkable or had I just not been paying enough attention. Angelo was furrowing his brown in concentration. Alice's excitement had shifted to displeasure. <<speech "Alice">>"That's...not going to give us much."<</speech>> I felt like a failure, dropping back in my seat. <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry..."<</speechPC>> Her countentance switched instantly: <<speech "Alice">>"No! <<print $CC.name>>. Let me be clear. While I wanted more. I wanted //everything//, truth be told, but you've broken ground here in a way that no one else has. He's been a ghost."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Feels like he's still one."<</speechPC>> She laughed with me. Angelo turned the pad to her, she shrugged after a spare glance. <<speech "Alice">>"That he made contact with you is immense. We'll need to try and run with this at every opportunity."<</speech>> I nodded, sitting forward again. <<speech "Alice">>"You'll need to find a way to //make// opportunities."<</speech>> She wasn't providing guidance. I gulped. I hoped I was up to the task. <<speech "Alice">>"Okay. Continue."<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $Intel.inlcudes("Knows Petey")>> <<set _report ++>> She nodded. A little tightness at the corners of her eyes as I recounted my time with Petey, <<speech "Alice">>"Not to disparage //any// potential lead -- and he sounds ''quite'' malleable..."<</speech>> She didn't need to complete the thought. I nodded. <<speech "Alice">>"Still. See if you can make something of this."<</speech>> Her eyes lost focus, commenting to Angelo without looking at him, <<speech "Alice">>"Maybe this is a training exercise for her."<</speech>> <<elseif $Memories.includes("Knows Cyrus Alireza")>> <<set _report ++>> The chair squeaked as she leaned back, considering. <<speech "Alice">>"Cyrus Alireza. We've known about him, but if he's taken a fondness to you and there are other opportunities...no reason not to play this card if you can."<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Alice">>"He's not the big player that he makes himself out to be...but access //is// access."<</speech>> <<elseif visited("BE009 - Jacob")>> <<set _report ++>> Her jaw set. I'm certain she's had as bad of experiences as I had with Jacob, if not worse. Still, I could see that she felt bad for me. A kinship of sorts? <<speech "Alice">>"I'm sorry, <<print $CC.name>>. You need to be very careful around him."<</speech>> She sighed with the volume of years of EROS 'experience.' <<speech "Alice">>"I can't, in good conscience, tell you to drop this lead. You have no //idea// how critical this mission is...just let me reiterate that if I had other options, I'd take anything over Mr. Bautista."<</speech>> But she was saying the opposite. I had hoped that she was going to give me leave to kill him, or at least just avoid him like the plague. Instead, I felt a pit in my stomach. <<elseif visited("BE006 - Datu4")>> <<run $Reports.push("Datu")>> <<set _report += 3>> She jumped from the creaking chair, clapping her hands, <<speech "Alice">>"<<print $CC.name>>! This is //incredible//. Be very, ''very'' careful with this opportunity. We'll need to milk Datu for everything he's worth."<</speech>> She sat back down, shaking her head, beaming. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A thumbs up gesture. <<image framed "passage/M001-ThumbsUp.png">> */ Okay! Good job, me. <</if>> <<speech "Alice">>"This was your first milestone. Incredible work. And so ''quick''!"<</speech>> She turned back to Angelo, smiling, <<speech "Alice">>"Maybe we got lucky with our fledgling Sparrow."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("BE003 - Night With Nino") && !$Reports.includes("Night with Nino")>> <<run $Reports.push("Night with Nino")>> I was speaking too fast. I could tell I was trying to make everything I could from my night //not// at the Big Event. She wasn't impressed. ''I'' wasn't impressed. But I had to go through everything that had happened. Maybe Alice would be able to mine some gemstone that I hadn't seen. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.push("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report +=2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had clocked in the office. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if Nino is handling it...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <br><br> I couldn't help myself. I was grinning dumbly. It was no invite to the Big Event, but I had made something of the evening after all. <<else>> <<set _report -->> She sighed and nodded, <<speech "Alice">>"Sounds like you...did your job. But not the job //we// need from you."<</speech>> Hard admonishment. <<speech "Alice">>"There had to be some opportunity. You need to be aware of ''all'' opportunities, <<print $CC.name>>. We don't have time to be wasting."<</speech>> And with that, we moved on. <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE010 - Club_Infil") && !$Reports.includes("Backroom")>> <<run $Reports.push("Backroom")>> <<set _report ++>> I was giddy about this one: an agent in the field. Breaking and entering, doing some snooping, and sneaking away! <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Nate's Involvement") && !$Reports.includes("Nate")>> <<run $Reports.push("Nate")>> But did I tell them I found something about Nate? <div id="nate"> <<crossroads #nate>> <<path>> No. It felt too dangerous. I didn't know what I had seen. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> It could have been anything. Surveillance on him? It didn't say something ''positive'' that there was a file on my mom's previous Handler. But maybe that's why Alice had stepped in. Maybe they already knew he was compromised-ish. <br><br> I didn't need to go jumping to conclusions about him being some kind of double-agent or mole. I couldn't let my own excitability or prejudices get in the way of cold, hard facts. My facts? A file. Nothing else. I moved on quickly. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.push("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report +=2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had uncovered. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if it's on their calendar...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <</if>> <<path>> Yes. Alice needed to know everything. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.push("Informed on Nate")>> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel -->> <<set _report ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> I could see the gears turning over in her head. Even Angelo was perplexed. The reactions made me speed up, feeling like I'd uncovered some mole. I was rattling off possibilities, my own thoughts and reservations about Nate. <<speech "Alice">>"Thank you for bringing this to me."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So...what do we do."<</speechPC>> My heart was racing a mile a minute. <<speech "Alice">>"You? Nothing. It's in my hands now."<</speech>> I fumfered for a moment or two, trying to figure out how to continue. <<speech "Alice">>"Anything else?"<</speech>> She was hard. Business-like again. I looked to Angelo. He seemed hurt that I hadn't told him in the van. <br><br> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.push("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report += 2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had uncovered. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if it's on their calendar...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date") && !$Reports.includes("Club Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.push("Club Delivery")>> <<set _report += 2>> I sputtered to a stop, her hand thrust towards me, <<speech "Alice">>"Say that again."<</speech>> Again, I told her about the 'delivery' and date I had uncovered. She nodded. Her mind worked. <<speech "Alice">>"We'll need to get eyes on this."<</speech>> That had been to Angelo...or the room, I guess. Then her eyes flicked to me, a wry little grin, <<speech "Alice">>"Could be bleach and new uniforms for all we know, but if it's on their calendar...I doubt it. Good job. //That// is some great work."<</speech>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Claire Background File") && !$Reports.includes("Background File")>> <<run $Reports.push("Background File")>> Alice hmm'd thoughtfully as I wrung my hands over seeing a file on me. She reached across the desk and uncharacteristically squeezed my wrist, pausing my blubbering and worry, <<speech "Alice">>"These people are serious. That they cross their t's when an American shows up? Smart business practices. Remember, we've had a disappearance and likely they were involved. So."<</speech>> Releasing my hand and sitting back, considering the ceiling, <<speech "Alice">>"What does this mean for you? Nothing really. Just lean in hard to the truths that we know they know. Makes your legend easier. Now, of course you don't know they have a file on you. And of //course// you don't know your Mom was an agent investigating them."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's it?"<</speechPC>> She laughed and shrugged, <<speech "Alice">>"Be careful?"<</speech>> Oh. Thanks. <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE010 - Live_Party") && !$Reports.includes("Makati")>> <<run $Reports.push("Makati")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speech "Alice">>"So how was your little moment with Nate?"<</speech>> The heat rose to my cheeks. It made her smile. Ugh. Was I that easy to bush my buttons? <<speech "Alice">>"How was it working with him? Weird at all? I need to ask how much was in common with your mom."<</speech>> Oh. //Fuck//. You. <br><br> The heat had reached my eyes at this point. Embarassment, anger. Lots of mixed emotions. She was playing with me. I knew I couldn't actually answer those questions, as much as I wanted to just smack her across the face. Instead, I moved on. <br><br> <<if visited("BE010 - Party_Inside")>> <<set _report += 2>> <<speech "Alice">>"Zohran, eh?"<</speech>> Gone was her infantile prodding. Now she was impressed. That's right, bitch. I can do my job. <<speechPC>>"Mhmmmm."<</speechPC>> I nodded, knowingly. My turn for a smile. <<speech "Alice">>"Keep tabs on him--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Get close to him."<</speechPC>> I knew where she was going, so I got there first. <<speechPC>>"Didn't know about the Iranian?"<</speechPC>> It was her turn not to respond. Angelo chuckled. <<else>> <<speech "Alice">>"Good girl!"<</speech>> She nodded rapidly, <<speech "Alice">>"Quickly take him up on that offer. We need to turn this situation around. Get working at the club."<</speech>> My stomach flipped. Maybe there was a reason I'd not done it, //avoided// it even. I was afraid to work there. Unfortunately, didn't seem like I had much of a choice now. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu") && !$Reports.includes("Datu")>> <<run $Reports.push("Datu")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So the guy who runs everything at the club is this guy named Datu."<</speechPC>> Alice held my gaze. Did she already know this? Of course she did. Fuck. <<speechPC>>"I haven't had many opportunities of contact with him."<</speechPC>> The rest spilled out of me quickly: <<speechPC>>"But I am trying. I'll do what I can. I know he's important."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nestor") && !$Reports.includes("Nestor")>> <<run $Reports.push("Nestor")>> <<set _report += 3>> <<speechPC>>"I've made contact with Datu's brother, Nestor."<</speechPC>> It felt so weird using the euphemism 'contact'. <<speechPC>>"I think he likes me..."<</speechPC>> Well, duh. <<speechPC>>"And it might be a way in."<</speechPC>> Alice's eyebrows raised, <<speech "Alice">>"Well done. Datu's notoriously a self-preservationist. The brother is a good angle."<</speech>> She cocked her head slightly, <<speech "Alice">>"Be careful, they've been known to be supremely violent."<</speech>> I knew. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino") && !$Reports.includes("Nino")>> <<run $Reports.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>> <<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>> Sure. Get down on my knees again. Sure thing, boss. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado") && !$Reports.includes("Cornado")>> <<run $Reports.push("Cornado")>> <<set _report += 2>> <<speechPC>>"There's Cornado."<</speechPC>> Bringing him up both was extremely painful and important, <<speechPC>>"He recognized me--"<</speechPC>> Her hand <<shake 2s>>SLAMMED<</shake>> on the desk, <<speech "Alice">>"FUCK!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Because he knew my mom."<</speechPC>> I shook my head hard, frowning, <<speechPC>>"No red flags from him. He thought it was curious--//exciting// even. Like a super power move or something. But if he knew //her//..."<</speechPC>> Alice sat back, rubbing the palm that probably stung right about now. She nodded, not needing me to finish the thought. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Jacob Bautista") && !$Reports.includes("Jacob")>> <<run $Reports.push("Jacob")>> <<set _report += 2>> I flicked Jacob's card over to her, <<speechPC>>"Logistics. Wanted me to keep in touch."<</speechPC>> The gears were turning in her head. She took a quick photo of the card and handed it back. <<speech "Alice">>"Sounds like you want to."<</speech>> I definitely didn't. But also definitely did. A very weird counterbalance of emotions. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum") && !$Reports.includes("Callum")>> <<run $Reports.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>> <<speech "Alice">>"Promising. Let me know when it leads somewhere."<</speech>> 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>> God. Did they have that on tape? //That// was important? <<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>> <<speechPC>>"Which can lead us to <<print $ACTI.target>>?"<</speechPC>> 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>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Bona's Escort") && !$Reports.includes("Escort")>> <<run $Reports.push("Escort")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So you know Bona--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Small time crook. Porkbutcher mainly."<</speech>> Okay. Ouch. <<speechPC>>"He wants me as an escort. I've already met one of his clients...a super-powerful drug guy, Casimir. If that's who he'd have me...work with...there's got to be access and important players out there."<</speechPC>> Alice was thoughtful, <<speech "Alice">>"An oblique angle, but they wouldn't expect it."<</speech>> A nod, then a sharp hand motion, <<speech "Alice">>"Be careful that no one at Club ZZYZX hears about your...second job."<</speech>> Good point. Not only would I be 'used goods,' but I'd be working for a competitor. Gotta keep it on the DL. <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - BonaDateCas") && !$Reports.includes("Casimir") && !visited("M003 - The Delivery")>> <<run $Reports.push("Casimir")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"I don't know if this will directly assist in the mission, but it's mission-adjacent."<</speechPC>> I was trying to validate the report before I'd given it, <<speechPC>>"Casimir is a drug dealer--probably a lot more--and he's doing a deal with this Bona character. Seedy guy. But Casimir wants me working for him against Bona. I'm not sure what it could lead to, but he seems powerful. I could get something on Bona, or access from Casimir. It seems like I'd be working with the most powerful player between the two."<</speechPC>> She nodded, <<speech "Alice">>"Good assessment. Maybe this will bear fruit. But don't get distracted."<</speech>> <</if>> /* Main Club intel */ <<if !$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..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice">>"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..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code."<</speechPC>> Another pause. I'd made her speechless. <br><br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code-451")>> <<set _report += 2>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code. Most of it."<</speechPC>> Another pause. I thought I'd made her speechless, then, <<speech "Alice">>"We can probably get you the rest of the way. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code--51")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code."<</speechPC>> Quieter: <<speechPC>>"Half of it."<</speechPC>> Another pause. I thought I'd made her speechless, then, <<speech "Alice">>"We can probably get you the rest of the way. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <<else>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..."<</speechPC>> I held up my hand, forestalling her, <<speechPC>>"Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?"<</speech>> A pause, <<speech "Alice">>"Or how to get into it?"<</speech>> Another, <<speech "Alice">>"Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I saw them using the fucking code."<</speechPC>> Another pause. I wasn't going to undercut this win by letting her know how little I'd seen. I'd improvise. <<speech "Alice">>"Okay. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Stolen ID */ <<if !$Reports.includes("Stolen ID")>> <<if $Memories.includes("Stolen ID")>> <<run $Reports.push("Stolen ID")>> <<set _report ++>> /* From the bargirl VIP moment */ Wordlessly, I leaned forward and dropped the ID onto the desk in front of her. <<speechPC>>"Kenji Kuy."<</speechPC>> I had done my own internet research but that name was...common...to say the least. <br><br> She picked it up, wiggling it slightly, <<speechPC>>"Do you want to know how I got it--"<</speechPC>> A wry laugh, <<speech "Alice">>"No. The important part."<</speech>> So I laid out the limited context that I had. <<speechPC>>"So, I was hoping--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"We'll run a check and let you know."<</speech>> She dropped it back onto the desk and returned her gaze to me, one eyebrow lifted: <<speech "Alice">>"And you're certain he won't put the pieces together when he can't find this?"<</speech>> I nodded. I hoped so. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> /* Big Event #1 Report & SitRep */ <<if !$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."<</speechPC>> Despite her lack of emotion, I had a feeling she already knew what I was getting at, <<speechPC>>"There's an event happening offsite from the Club."<</speechPC>> I scooted forward to the edge of the chair, <<speechPC>>"More exciting: They //like// me. Even after such a short time. I've been selected to be a part of the event."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Impressive. Nate made a good analysis, it looks like."<</speech>> The air sat heavy in the room. That was it? <<speechPC>>"So...what do I--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Go to the event. Keep your phone on you. We'll have eyes on."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's it? What should I do there? Who am I looking for?"<</speechPC>> A tight smile, <<speech "Alice">>"You're in this position because of a loose leash. We'll be keeping it that way. The less you know, the safer for everyone."<</speech>> As much as I wanted more, it made sense. At least I knew that they'd be guiding me on the day. Now it was just waiting. <br><br> <<else>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So! Cool news. Timing is impeccable. Barely started and we have a way in."<</speechPC>> Despite her lack of emotion, I had a feeling she already knew what I was getting at, <<speechPC>>"There's an event happening offsite from the Club."<</speechPC>> <<speechPC>>"I don't have a location or anything -- they're picking the girls up from the Club on the night."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"The girls. Not you." Emotionless. She'd read me.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh no, right."<</speechPC>> I had to swallow a few times, <<speechPC>>"We can do something with this...like, intel, right?"<</speechPC>> She leaned back in her chair, gazing at the ceiling, <<speech "Alice">>"Do anything you can to get yourself selected--"<</speech>> I was about to tell her the selection was done,<<speech "Alice">>"Change their minds. Anyway you can."<</speech>> I nodded. I wasn't sure it was possible, but Alice wanted me //there//. It made sense. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "none" && $HomeBase.days gte 10>> <<set _report -->> <<run $Reports.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. <<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>> <<if $EROSValue gte 3>> I stood there, hands behind my back, waiting to hear what Alice had to say. I was hoping for some kind of validation, but I wasn't sure what to expect. I had done a lot, but was it enough? Was it good enough? <br><br> <<else>> I bit my lower lip, holding back a cough at the uncomfortable silence. I had done a lot, but was it enough? Was it good enough? I had no idea what to expect from Alice. I had no idea what she expected from me. I just hoped that whatever it was, I had done it. <br><br> <</if>> Did she just love making me sweat? She continued to 'think', staring at her little notepad. <br><br> But then, stewed long enough, she <<linkexpand "spoke.">>spoke. /* Alice portion based on report Outro */ <br><br> <<if _report gte 6>> <<set $EROSValue ++>> Alice stood, extending her hand, <<speech "Alice">>"Well done, <<print $CC.name>>. I wasn't expecting this extensive of success."<</speech>> Stunned, I shook it. Had I just graduated? <<speech "Alice">>"I look forward to more reports being like this. We'll make great headway at this rate."<</speech>> Alright. Til next time, boss. Intel collected and conveyed. Ball'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>> 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?"<</speech>> The pause seemed interminable. I wanted something else to fill it, but there was nothing else besides bullshit that I could say. <<speech "Alice">>"<<print $CC.name>>. This is not an adequate report. Get back out there, do your job. Come to be when you have something of substance."<</speech>> I thought I had? Fuck. <br><br> Alright. I'll try, boss. My skin crawled. I'd already done //so// much. If this wasn't enough, just how far was I going to have to go? Was she hardlining, pushing me to burn at both ends til there was nothing left? I had little choice. I had to put more of myself out there...I'd start [[tomorrow|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face angry>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<image framed "passage/M001-SitRep.png">> <<speechPC>>"I feel like I'm going in blind."<</speechPC>> Angelo stroked a hand across the top of the lectern, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Analysis showed dat made the most sense--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"For my legend. I know. For the mission, maybe. I doubt that--"<</speechPC>> I paused deciding how to refer to her,<<speechPC>> "Elle went in with no intel."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"She was the one pring us the intel. We were all blind then."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing? She had //nothing//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, can you at least give me that. Give me what she had."<</speechPC>> With a firm, precise movement, he adjusted the lectern, avoiding eye-contact. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"How did that turn out, though. We're looking for a different result."<</speech>> That wasn't kind. <<speechPC>>"Do we know how that turned out?" He looked up at me, "Might she just be deep undercover?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"That's not the analysis."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Angelo. Would you be comfortable going in like I am?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"If that's what I was instructed--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Would you be //comfortable//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"This job is not about being comfortable, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I have my own analysis. My ''own'' appraisal of the situation is that I'm just going to throw spaghetti against the wall and look at it like tea leaves. Will what I learn be of use to me? Of you? Will I know what I should report? I have the distinct feeling that I'm just going to get eaten up by this <<print $ACTI.target>> without him even knowing he's won."<</speechPC>> Tears were turning him into a blurry brown smudge, <<speechPC>>"I'm going to disappear like her."<</speechPC>> I wiped my nose, made an emphatic gesture and forced a laugh, <<speechPC>>"You think //this// version of me is going to win you some clandestine war?"<</speechPC>> Pictures began flickering quickly across the screen. The EROS logo was gone. Instead was a small man in glasses, a man with tattoos, a man peering from a half-open limousine window. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Thanks to your mother--"<</speech>> that choice felt purposeful, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've...narrowed...our list of probable targets to dese."<</speech>> The pictures kept coming. None of them were repeats. None of them were people I recognized. Most of the places where the photos had been taken provided me no context: I hadn't been there either. It was no wonder that his tone was heavily sardonic. <<speechPC>>"I think you've made your point."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"She had been embedded initially at the same club, and made headway into the broader organization. Thanks to her we know dat Manila is simply a banguard por him. Legal fronts--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Legal?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And semi-legal, //and// illegal. But they are serve his financial needs, providing the funding that the rest of his operation requires."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then shut them down. Cut him off from the teat."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And accelerate his timeline? Let him know we're on to him?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With Elle out of the picture don't you all think that he already knows?"<</speechPC>> Angelo paused, changed the image on the screen to an armored <<linkexpand "Hum-Vee">> <<face crying runny>> Hum-Vee. I don't know if it was how long it had been, or simply shock, but it took me far too long to recognize Elle climbing into the backseat. Then I couldn't see her anymore, the tears had turned her into a Matisse. <br><br> I sobbed for a bit. Angelo didn't say a thing. <br><br> When I recovered, a splotchy mess, he continued, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat is the last time we saw her. There is a stop-over on the way to the Sulu islands. She was heading there. Possibly to meet him. Depinitely to give us locational information about this second and //integral// base of operations."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You...couldn't track a fucking car?"<</speechPC>> Her legs were showing too much. I could practically see all the way up. She ''never'' wore anything like that. Too much makeup. And she was smiling. Smiling right to camera. Right to me. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Given the importance--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, fuck off. Given the importance, you should have tried harder." He nodded. At least he was willing to give me that.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So, with this new phase of our own operation, it's been decided that we needed a closer tether and one that fit in."<</speech>> <<speechPC>> "You." Another nod. "And I need to get in that Hum-Vee."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>He chuckled, "That's one way of looking at it. He requires connections between here and there for personnel and equipment. Given how discrete he's being, we haven't been able to ascertain which are his or where they are going."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"If she's already been where I'm going...aren't they going to think that's weird? A little coincidental?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Maybe you're looking for her. That wouldn't be odd. Maybe they'll be intrigued. He's already cocksure. It might just play into his arrogance."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But if they know she's a spy--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Look." His hand slammed down on the lectern, "None of dis is safe. Our other option? Throw some random agents into the grinder where your mother -- one of our //best// -- disappeared, and almost assuredly he knows we're here and after him, and then we lose. Ebryone. Loses."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So. She's somewhere down...somewhere." He nodded. "I need to figure out how to get there." Another nod.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Hab them take you. Sneak your way down there. Figure out where it is and we'll get you there. Find out who he is and eliminate him here, if he eber comes here. Many roads lead to Rome."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You're welcome. I wish I could tell you more. But with what you discover, we'll have a better idea of how to guide you."<</speech>> My turn to nod. Maybe I believed him. Maybe it was seeing her. Maybe I was just exhausted from asking. I had to forge my own path. <br><br> I got up. Angelo turned off the projector and the screen began to roll up into the ceiling. <<print $ACTI.target>> 101 was complete. <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz I didn't have any particular next steps. I didn't have anything to research or learn. Tomorrow I'd just need to move forward. Do something. <br><br> It was time for <<textbox "$CC.codename" "Black Widow">> to do some [[forging|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<set $Inventory.pushUnique("Springfield Hellcat", "MindSave", "EROS Roofy", "EROS Cream")>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Angelo was sitting behind the desk like the good (big) professor he was. There was something in his gaze that reminded me of our last encounter in this office, <<speechPC>>"Hey Angelo, um I just wanted to say--"<</speechPC>> His hand forestalled any continuation, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Honestly, we don't have time for any of dat. EROS agents don't have time for our emotions--"<</speech>> Well, that sounded healthy, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've got only one direction to be looking and dat's porward. So. What's up?"<</speech>> I nodded, shrugged and dropped into the chair, <<speechPC>>"Kay. I know my legend or whatever is to be very...me. So, just an American on her own in Manila."<</speechPC>> He nodded, <<speechPC>>"Well, yeah, I definitely //feel// that way. My phone doesn't even work if I don't have WiFi."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, <<speechPC>>"But maybe there's a way for me to maintain this appearance without actually being held back by things like that?"<</speechPC>> The chair groaned as he leaned back. His thick lips pursed as he considered, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"That does make sense. Okay. So,"<</speech>> A come-here motion with his meaty hand, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Gimme yer pone."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Okay. Decision time. Did I let them know I had //two// phones? Or keep that secret to myself? <br><br> <div id="burner"> <<crossroads #burner>> <<path>> Why give up my one advantage? <<contents>> <<set $burnerKnown = false>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> The burner had been left back at Red Doorz anyway. I'd need to figure out how to make it more functional on my own, but that meant I had full control over it. And that was worth it. A little edge, maybe a line to the outside world -- call it a safety net or something. <br><br> I pulled my main phone, the other 'brick' out and tossed it unceremoniously across the desk. It spun until he swatted his hand down on it, stopping it from dropping into his lap. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Would that be a bad idea for your one agent, your //one// chance to succeed?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"If she's just going to break the next one?" <</speech>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> <<speechPC>>"Hey now, I keep very good care of my things!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, but I had been a bit cavalier with how I had treated that precious piece of technology. So unlike me. <<else>> <br><br> I considered the multitudes of broken screens and visits to the toilet my other mobile devices had taken, <<speechPC>>"Okay, okay, good point."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's our base of operations."<</speech>> I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So now, dis will work."<</speech>> He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I'd made the right choice about the burner. Too late now. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid."<</speech>> My cheeks definitely reddened. <br><br> Taking the phone, I stood up, <<speechPC>>"So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?"<</speech>> The reddening deepened. <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-GunandHolster.png">> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Here or..."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Excitable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"In heels?"<</speech>> He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Next."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-Pills.png">> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--"<</speech>> He held up a small vial, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied."<</speech>> I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Por disease."<</speech>> That felt super uncomfortable, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Better to take dis all the time, jus in case."<</speech>> And then the other: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going."<</speech>> My pussy hurt simply from the concept. <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?" I tucked that away as well. "Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When we get there."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> 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.png">>"Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So...funny you mention that. I have a second one."<</speechPC>> He raised an eyebrow, <<speechPC>>"I got a burner years ago. Has its uses."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Mhm. Well. Dat may come in handy in the puture, depending on the situation. Sometimes we give dose out."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, I can keep it?" He was distracted by his phone.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We'll gib it back if we need to."<</speech>> Fuuuuuck. Probably someone was tossing my room right now searching for it. There went my one lifeline away from this whole 'EROS' life. <<speechPC>>"Fuck Angelo. Really?"<</speechPC>> He didn't deign to answer. Instead, he went to work on my last, remaining device: With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's our base of operations."<</speech>> I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So now, dis will work."<</speech>> He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I'd made the right choice about the burner. Too late now. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid."<</speech>> My cheeks definitely reddened. <br><br> Taking the phone, I stood up, <<speechPC>>"So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?" The reddening deepened. <</speech>> <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-GunandHolster.png">> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">> "More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Here or..."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Excitable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"In heels?" He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. "Next."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-Pills.png">> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--"<</speech>> He held up a small vial, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied."<</speech>> I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Por disease."<</speech>> That felt super uncomfortable, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Better to take dis all the time, jus in case."<</speech>> And then the other: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going." My pussy hurt simply from the concept.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?"<</speechPC>> I tucked that away as well. <<speechPC>>"Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When we get there."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> 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. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Would that be a bad idea for your one agent, your //one// chance to succeed?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"If she's just going to break the next one?" <</speech>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> <<speechPC>>"Hey now, I keep very good care of my things!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, but I had been a bit cavalier with how I had treated that precious piece of technology. So unlike me. <<else>> I considered the multitudes of broken screens and visits to the toilet my other mobile devices had taken, <<speechPC>>"Okay, okay, good point."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"It's our base of operations."<</speech>> I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So now, dis will work."<</speech>> He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I needed a burner. Some safe haven that was just mine. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid."<</speech>> My cheeks definitely reddened. <<speechPC>>Taking the phone, I stood up, "So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?" The reddening deepened. <</speech>> <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-GunandHolster.png">> <<speechPC>> "Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Here or..."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Excitable">><<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"In heels?"<</speech>> He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Next."<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M001-Logistics-Pills.png">> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--"<</speech>> He held up a small vial, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied."<</speech>> I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Por disease."<</speech>> That felt super uncomfortable, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Better to take dis all the time, jus in case."<</speech>> And then the other: <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going."<</speech>> My pussy hurt simply from the concept. <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?" I tucked that away as well. "Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When we get there."<</speechPC>> He nodded. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> 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.png">>"No."<</speech>> It was simple, it was unaffected. It told me nothing. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Alice has approved some on-duty training. But we don't have tons of time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, so I don't get the full EROS training regimen?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You were //that// impressed with my eval?"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Read the Dossier?">> <<if $readDossier == true>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, I think you know."<</speech>> There was a bit of an edge to that. I had gotten my dossier off of him. <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Wouldn't you like to know."<</speech>> There was a bite to that. He was digging at me for not having accomplished that first 'mission'. Ouch. <</if>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"So. Where should we start?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Isn't sex like EROS 101?"<</speechPC>> Angelo wasn't having it today. Okay. So...'real' training, I guess. Either my sex skills were up to snuff or they figured I'd pick things up as I went along. And did I really want 'sex training'? Moving on... <br><br> <div id="training"> <<crossroads #training>> <<path not $trainedGuns>> A spy needs a gun. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in firearms. <<contents>> <<set $trainedGuns = true>> <<Stats Coordination += 2>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Gun.png">> <<speechPC>>"Handling a gun seems to be very important."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Let's hope you neber get into a situation where you need it."<</speech>> Even as he said it, he was opening the case beside him on the bleachers where two semi-automatic pistols were cradled. He retrieved one, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Rudimentary training--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Right, but better than none."<</speechPC>> I stepped over, hand outstretched. He left me waiting, sliding in the magazine, dropping the first one onto his lap before repeating the process with the second weapon. It was only then that he recognized my waiting hand and gave me one of the two killing machines. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Stance."<</speech>> He stood, moving behind me. His manner was gruff and forceful. It seemed as if every part of my body was adjusted: feet, hips, shoulders. He grabbed and moved each of them til he was satisfied. Then his thickset arms levelled along the outside of mine, meaty hands grasping around my wrists and guided my pistol upwards. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"How does dis peel?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Awkward."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You are now a weapons platporm."<</speech>> He stood back and gave me a push on the back of my shoulder. I hadn't been expecting it and stumbled, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Find the position again."<</speech>> What I had thought would have involved a lot of smokeless powder and recoil turned out to be a lengthy 'dance' of me having to find the 'first position' of my gun-pose. Once I had mastered the basic form, he had me assume it from sitting, laying down. He jostled me, he distracted me with conversation, he changed the situation. Again and again he'd call out for me, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now!"<</speech>> He knew how to shock me. I was almost never ready for it. But it didn't take me much to understand the whys of this: if I was going to need to shoot, I wouldn't always be ready or expecting it. <br><br> It was a game of red-light, green-light. And it was exhausting. My muscles tired from being held in the same position over and over. After a few hours, I had the hang of it though. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now, time to shoot."<</speech>> My arms felt like leaden weights. I didn't //want// to pull the trigger now. Maybe that was the point. Would I be in tip-top form when I needed to use this thing? <br><br> He declared targets in the most unnerving way possible: that second pistol was finally used. He'd pull the trigger and something would now have a hole in it. I jumped at the report of the gunshot. It had seemed like his 'firing position' was assumed like a flash. One moment he was standing still, the pistol hanging in his hand and then there was a flash and bang. It was a time trial. Find the target and use his shot as my own bullseye. <br><br> Some came back-to-back, but most were interrupted by lengthy discussions on his own experiences in deadly combat. It was a lecture as well as a practicum. <br><br> After another two hours, my clip was empty. <<speechPC>>"How'd I do?"<</speechPC>> Why was I sweating from simply lifting a pound and a half and pulling a trigger? <br><br> His hand extended for the pistol. I gladly gave it to him, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Better than you would have otherwise."<</speech>> No evaluation here. No good job. No places for improvement. Whatever I had done, whatever I had picked up was all that I was going to get. It was going to have to be enough. <br><br> And that was frightening. <br><br> I tried to go home and rest, but couldn't get still. I'd test myself, leaping from bed into stance. I did it naked. I did it in the wet shower. I forced myself to do it right as I felt sleep about to take me. <br><br> When I did sleep, I knew I wanted to avoid taking these skills into use. Hopefully, [[forever|HomeBase]]. <<path not $trainedHTH>> A spy needs to know how to fight. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in hand-to-hand. <<contents>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedHTH = true>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Chop.png">> <<speechPC>>"What about, like..."<</speechPC>> I did my best impression of James Bond doing Krav Maga. <br><br> Angelo shook his head, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Zero to MMA in...one session? Bery conpident of yourself, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>I blushed, "Still, self-defence and all, or if something goes wrong."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And it will."<</speech>> He nodded, then warded the thought off with a hand, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We can't make you a killing machine, but..."<</speech>> he looked me over with a smile, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"We can surprise them."<</speech>> I smiled and moved out to the middle of the gym, watching him pull out a mat and let it slap against the hardwood, <<speechPC>>"No one expects a girl to fight."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Exactly. Pirst, you have to know your adbantage."<</speech>> He motioned me to join him on the mat. I popped off my <<link "shoes">><<feet>><</link>> and shook out my limbs, slightly hopping side to side, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Stop dat."<</speech>> He sighed. <br><br> I nodded, shying. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Height">> <<if $Body.height gt 1>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You can get toe-to-toe with a man. They'll simply expect you to be shorter. And you aren't."<</speech>> He motioned me over, his hands on my body in a light grapple, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"They'll anticipate a diprent center of grabity,"<</speech>> With one hand he was guiding my movements, the other hand was trying to take me down. I could feel how my leverage was able to take advantage of his motion and surprisingly, I was able to upend the large man. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Exactly!"<</speech>> He clapped his hands together and shoved himself back up off the mat. <<else>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You're a normal woman, which means size is both against you...and por you."<</speech>> He smiled and motioned me towards him, his hands grabbed at my body. At first I thought I was having to figure this out on the go, but he was a good teacher: one hand was attacking me, while the other was subtly guiding my motion. I was able to use my smaller size to dip under him. A foot behind his knee or behind his ankle sent him over me and onto the mat. He clapped his hands, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Exactly!"<</speech>> and shoved himself back up. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Cool!" He nodded.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"First lesson."<</speech>> With an offer to continue, we repeated the throws and approaches a number of times, including variations and different directions. It was miraculously easy to heft his weight onto the mat time and again. I felt like a badass. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Okay, now por less...pair techniques."<</speech>> His hand slid down my arm, slowly, kindly and then he drew it quick and just short of his throat. He let go and I tried the attack on my own. He nodded. He tugged my knee up from the underside towards his groin. <<speechPC>>"Heh, yeah //this// one."<</speechPC>> I smiled and tried it on my own. Moving on, he showed me strikes to the inside and outside of his knees, boxing of his ears, upward palm-strikes to his nose. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now, last resort..."<</speech>> He chuckled and proceeded to guide my foot to drop onto his toes. He mimes bouncing up and down on one foot and I shook my head, rolling my eyes. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Still, effective. Now, all dese attacks work just as well against you. Tuck your chin and be ready."<</speech>> I nodded, gulping slightly as I had only been envisioning these attacks and what they would do to a guy. But that was true, why wouldn't they try and take me out as well? I could just imaging my windpipe crushed, my knee broken, the shock of being hit squarely in the crotch. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Let's practice."<</speech>> We squared up on the mat and unlike the evaluation, this felt far more friendly and slow. When I made a mistake -- which was often -- he stopped us and adjusted and instructed. I got tossed like a doll, but so did he. My skin stung from his pulled punches and attacks, and I could tell I was raising some welts on him as well. <br><br> By the end, I was a sweaty, chest-heaving mess. I dropped onto my ass on the mat and hung my head, recovering. I didn't feel like I had any chance against Angelo if we actually were fighting, but I felt a little bit more confident. I had some tricks up my sleeve and if I did need to get close and violent I had a better sense of what that would feel like and what do to. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Oh, we're not done.<</speech>>" He yanked me up off the mat, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Now for some weapons."<</speech>> A small case on the bleachers provided a knife. Despite my exhaustion, he put me through my paces, a real blade threatening my unarmored body. Most of the attacks were very similar to bare hands, but now he taught me disarms and deflections. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And sometimes, weapons you don't expect."<</speech>> I laughed, clearly confused. He grabbed the case and threw it at me. I barely ducked in time. <<speechPC>>"Jesus, Angelo!" He shrugged, unmoved.<</speechPC>> <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Pen.png">> The case became a bludgeoning weapon and he put me through my paces. Then adding in a pen that came from within. A pad of paper. My own shoe. Found objects suddenly became a reality for me. Anything could be a weapon. <br><br> After a mind-numbing day, I couldn't feel my feet or hands -- they tingled constantly. My arms and legs felt incredibly heavy. My lungs burned. If I had to fight now, I would be a goner. I had some nicks and cuts from the latter portion of our combat, but I'd live. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dere."<</speech>> His padded hands smacked against each other as he 'brushed off' the work of the day. I was glad to see there was at least a sheen on his forehead and wetness at his pits. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"A lot, but crash course is a crash course."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Go home. Eat. Good job."<</speech>> He ruffled my hair. If I had more of a functioning brain that would have felt demeaning. Instead, I was just glad for it all to be over. <br><br> I didn't bother putting my shoes -- now a potentially deadly device -- back on. I couldn't feel what I was walking on and didn't care. I was thinking about a shower and bed. I took them both in turn and passed [[out|HomeBase]]. <<path not $trainedInfil>> A spy needs to be able to get where they shouldn't. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in infiltration. <<contents>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedInfil = true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Password.png">> <<speechPC>>"There's gotta be something better than me just sneaking around..."<</speechPC>> I laughed, thinking back to all the images I had of maneuvering in vents, ducking around corners, avoiding guards. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Ah, yes. Harder to teach."<</speech>> After a few moments thought, he stood and we left the gymnasium, back towards his 'office'. Nate's office. Alice's office. I couldn't help but sense the previous encounter with him in here. The tail end of my evaluation. I wondered if he was thinking the same. I wasn't going to bring it up, though. <br><br> He sat down in the chair and waved me over to his side while he booted up the computer. The monitor flashed through a series of loading screens, all innocuous, all as if it were just some computer at the University. <<speechPC>>"Hacking?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You needing to break into a computer, phone or other electonic debice is absolute."<</speech>> A black window popped up on the screen after a few clicks, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Hopefully you'll hab someone like me in your ear when it happens. If not, den hopefully you'll remember some of these tricks."<</speech>> The keyboard clacked. I dug into my belongings for a pad of paper. He swatted his hand down over it, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No notes." <</speech>> He rose from behind the desk and presented the chair. I could feel the heat of his departure against my back and thighs. I pulled the seat closer to the desk, accounting for our disparate bodies and looked at what seemed to be a login prompt. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Dis program will run you through scenarios where you'll need to gain access. Go ahead. What would you do?"<</speech>> I laughed, leaning back in the seat. It only squeaked where for Angelo it would scream. <<speechPC>>"Are there...like sticky notes around?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You hab what you hab in front of you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, okay...let's try...password."<</speechPC>> I began plunking keys. He nodded, not upset with my blatant annoyance. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Bepore you try brute porce. Take a look at the screen. What is there besides login and password?"<</speech>> I looked confused, but then began to poke around. Eventually I was able to locate something that gave me an alternate prompt. He nodded with a smile. He introduced me to backdoors. He introduced me to basic bypass commands. He ran me through key combinations and ways to reset the interface that would give me windows of opportunity. We spent about an hour, letting the program present problem after problem until he was content that I had enough baseline that I could at least have somewhere to start should I come across these in the field. <<speechPC>>"Wow, that's cool."<</speechPC>> He nudged me out of the chair, booting down the computer, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"You'll see cooler things on a real infil. Speaking of...most times you'll need access bepore you can get access."<</speech>> And we were leaving the office. Then we were leaving the school. I heeled, following him intently and curious, wondering where we were headed. Where outside the school was there an EROS setup. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Pick one."<</speech>> He motioned at the nearby block. An assortment of homes, commerical properties. <br><br> I was confused, <<speechPC>>"Uh...that one."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, pointing to a convenience store. <br><br> It was the first of a couple that we broke into. He masqueraded first as a technician, despite having no credentials. At a nearby apartment building, he found a loose latch and we were inside someone's home. It was astounding how rapidly he became aware and took advantage of these little gaps in security. It had me appraising things with a whole new set of eyes. <br><br> We meandered back towards RedDoorz, taking pitstops whenever a novel and interesting opportunity presented itself to him. <<speechPC>>"Is just...Filipino security this bad?"<</speechPC>> I laughed after we came out of the back door of a local bank's back office. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"No. America's is worse." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, I guess this is me."<</speechPC>> I commented playfully, standing in front of my digs as if our date was coming to a close. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Exactly. Your turn."<</speech>> I gawked, <<speechPC>>"But they //know// me here."<</speechPC>> My mind turned to the cunt at the front counter. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"And they'll know you some places you'll need to do dis as well."<</speech>> He leaned against the metal pole of some scaffolding. His expressionless reaction gave me no other choice: I began climbing the steps. He clucked his tongue, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> I sighed and stepped back, looking up and down the facade. It was built into the block so there were no alleys or ways around. But he must have seen something if he discounted my approach that quickly. Hands on my hips, I scanned, and then noticed that the scaffolding he was leaning against would provide the height I needed to scale up and into the hostel. Ugh, I hated that he had given me a clue. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn">> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> Fuuuuck. I was not eager to be climbing this with what I was in. Yet, maybe that was part of the training: be prepared for anything. I grabbed a hold of a crossbar and yanked myself aloft. I felt the breeze and vacancy between my legs as my clothes rode up, giving a full show to Angelo and anyone down below. As embarassing as it was, it also confirmed that despite doing this in broad daylight, no one seemed to care or notice, despite the display. <<else>> I was glad for my attire. I didn't give a second thought as I grabbed a hold of a crossbar and yanked myself aloft. I couldn't help but smile that I was doing this out in broad daylight and no one was screaming or drawing attention to some girl climbing scaffolding. Maybe it spoke to the area of town. <</if>> <br><br> Atop it, I looked down and he nodded, moving to get a better vantage of me as I approached stepped onto the small ledge of the RedDoorz second-floor. One of these windows had to...literally be open. I shook my head and scooted my butt inside, squeezing through the opening and deposited myself in the administrative office. <br><br> I had done what I needed to do, but now I needed to get out and I was certain that Angelo wouldn't have been okay with me just reversing my journey. The door wouldn't be locked from the inside and from the look of things, they didn't care much for people being in here anyway. Wow, that was a lot easier than I had expected. <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchoolPost-It.png">> Moving to the door, a lightbulb went off. I giggled to myself as I left a little proof of my success: I took a Post-It and wrote "Fuck You" before swatting it on the small monitor. I wished I would be able to see her face, but it was a victory all the same. <br><br> I headed out the door and descended the stairs, garnering a slight look of confusion from her because she hadn't remembered me coming in, but saw her dismiss it just as handily. <<speechPC>>"Did it!"<</speechPC>> I said as I crossed the threshold, but he was gone. <br><br> Lesson over, I returned to my room and tried my hand at a little subterfuge online, trying to access random forums or sites, it was interesting and a good little test with little risk, I hadn't become some super-hacker. Instead, it mostly kept me occupied for the rest of the [[evening|HomeBase]]. <<path not $trainedSurv>> A spy needs to be hyperaware. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in surveillance. <<contents>> <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <<set $trainedSurv = true>> <<Stats Perception += 2>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<speechPC>>"Might need to follow someone."<</speechPC>> He nodded, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Depinitely. Come on."<</speech>> We left the gymnasium and began navigating the halls of the college. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Pirst, it's important to understand people. What do you understand about...her--"<</speech>> a gentle nod of his head and I was looking at some co-ed. Why had he picked her? Did it matter? He and I pulled up nearby within eyeline and earshot, but as if we were just conversing the same way she was. <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Co-eds.png">> I watched. I listened. <<speechPC>>"Um. She's really into this TikTok trend--"<</speechPC>> He clucked his tongue, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Important things: who does she like most out of the people there? What would be a vector of approach?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. That guy...there." I tried to point as subtly as possible.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Yes, he'd be the one to approach to get closer to her. Why?"<</speech>> I had nothing, <<speech "Angelo.png">>"He is the lowest rung of their social ladder, so having you around would elevate him. And her?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Tell me."<</speechPC>> I laughed, really intrigued. 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. <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"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.png">>"She's heading home."<</speech>> I didn't ask him how he knew. I knew he knew. <<speech "Angelo.png">>"Follow her there."<</speech>> I turned to ask how. I hadn't been given any training! He wasn't there. Fuuuck. I looked around, 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 framed "passage/M001-SpySchool-Alleyway.png">> I wasn't going to play his game any longer. My target had gotten into the neighborhood on the far side of the park and I took it as an 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.png">>He chuckled, "It's allright. Nice try though. Let's get you back home." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But I didn't //learn// anything."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo.png">>"I needed to see what you knew and didn't. What came naturally." He gave me a squeeze on the shoulder. <</speech>> 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.png">>"Might help you on your day-to-day as well." In that he was right. I'd feel safer now walking these foreign streets.<</speech>> <br><br> That night I decided to watch a Jason Bourne film, just to enjoy their version of the tail. It was so much more epic and intense. I guess I'd be glad if they were more mundane in my [[case|HomeBase]]. <</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 Suggestible += 2>> <br><br> Everything about this mission was so counter to who I was. <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. And here I was, actively throwing away everything I knew about myself. <br><br> In one fell swoop, I had changed. I was different. <br><br> Who was I now? <br><br> What would I turn into? <br><br> Would I recognize myself on the other side? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. Especially now. I was going to be half-way around the //world//. <br><br> Which was fucking fantastic, because how this was all turning out? Well, they'd have bene getting hurt...a LOT. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cheating")>> I could compartmentalize. I had a job to do. <br><br> And...hate to say it, but I kinda liked thinking about how I had just cucked <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. Them, sitting back at home, unaware to what I had just done. <br><br> Someone else getting what <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> deserved...and wouldn't be getting. <<else>> As much as I wanted to compartmentalize and say I had a job to do, this wasn't simply cheating. This wasn't your run-of-the-mill infidelity that I had done before, that I had done to them. <br><br> This wasn't really my choice. It didn't feel empowering. It felt like I was punishing them. <br><br> Could I really keep doing this to them? <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> It was fine. Soldier on, <<print $CC.name>>. I'd be coming back to them in the end anyway, and that's all that mattered. These didn't mean anything. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<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 $Body.currentRelationship.name>>. <br><br> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <br><br> It was both a relief and scary at how easy it would be to hide it from them...far, far away. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<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 $Body.currentRelationship.name>> (in absentia) to this degrading, awful infidelity. <br><br> Could I really keep this up? It felt like it was eating me up from the inside. <br><br> Was I going to let myself be consumed or just give in? <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> I could make it. //We// could make it. Soldier on, <<print $CC.name>>. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face sad>> I'd tough it out. <br><br> I just didn't want to think about detailing this 'affair' to them later. <br><br> I felt awful about who I was. <<path>> I couldn't, in good conscience keep doing this to us. And the only solution I saw was to end us. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<face crying runny>> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <</crossroads>> <<else>> Deep breaths. Pressing my fingernails into the palms of my hands. Don't think about what I just did. <br><br> There were extenuating circumstances. <br><br> Still. This wasn't fair to them. It was painful as fuck for me. <br><br> And it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. That was evident. <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> I could make it. //We// could make it. Soldier on, <<print $CC.name>>. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face sad>> I'd tough it out. <br><br> I just didn't want to think about detailing this 'affair' to them later. <br><br> I felt awful about who I was. <<path>> I couldn't, in good conscience keep doing this to us. And the only solution I saw was to end us. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<face crying runny>> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<<if previous() is "M000 - Mall">> <<state tired>> <</if>> <div id="clubbin"> It felt a little...bad?...weird? to be planning on going out and having a good time tonight. And that it was equivalent to being a 'good little agent' and be pursuing my mission to the best of my abilities. It felt a little like cheating. Like slacking. But also...ALSO...who would think that a girl like me, dancing her heart out on the dance floor would be trying to infiltrate some deep, dark organization. Nobody. It was the //perfect// cover, in my mind. <br><br> And if it happened to be fun and easy too? What was the harm. <br><br> If this were a normal day of going out, under normal conditions, I'd have had __someone__ to go with me, but today it was solo. Not even Angelo. As I laid in bed, lazing most of the day away, I made a mental note that I'd need to make some friends. Maybe that'd happen tonight. <br><br> Irrespective, it'd be normal and expected for someone like me to find some kind of community and commonality...especially if I was going to be here for a while. Or I'd be a lonely, depressed bitch. <br><br> I didn't want the latter to be a part of my legend. I also didn't want to be lonely or depressed. I didn't know Manila or the Philippines nor how people really connected here and mulled over different options besides the club. It also might be a bit dangerous to find 'friends' that were frequenters of a place I was trying to infiltrate. Might be a little too close to home, a little too close to hide my true intentions. <br><br> Hmm. Something to think about. <br><br> I wondered if there was a tactic or manual the agency had for building up friends and community when agents were out in the field. Was it encouraged? Outright denied? There were certainly benefits to not being a true-blue agent. I got to do shit how I wanted to. And if they were as desperate as they seemed to be -- to need //me// -- to save the world, well, then they'd need to deal with my approach. <br><br> I'll re-write the book on how to be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent. <br><br> Or prove them right. <br><br> I pushed that invasive thought away and forced myself out of bed to get <<linkexpand "dressed">> <<showDossier wardrobe>> dressed, apply some makeup and get [[ready|M002 - ClubNight1]] for the evening out. <</linkexpand>> </div>
<div id="clubbin"> A new, particle board door swung open with the barest of touches, cheap and light. I stood in front of my clothing hanging there in what used to be a poorly-maintained maintenance closet (the irony was profound). I wasn't living out of a suitcase anymore and I took a moment to reflect on the beginnings of what was becoming home. This would be my wardrobe. That scary gash of a space that abutted my room -- and spoke to this space at one time was //not// a 'hotel' room, but a slap-dash add-on for more income -- was going to be reappropriated for something useful. My clothing hid the poor patchwork in back, and the touch of 'me' gave a warmer, personal touch to what had originally been so scary. <br><br> I shook off the reverie and got ready. I was eager to head out and have some fun. Sure, I was still 'on the clock' -- when wouldn't I be? -- but I could also enjoy myself, unwind a bit, and relieve some of the insane pressure that had been put on my shoulders. <br><br> I was ready to <<link "party">><<replace "#clubbin">> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn and Previous Choices">> It was definitely the time and day for going out, moving down the hallway past other dyads and triads that were in different states of preparedness for the evening -- pregaming and anticipation were ripe in the air. I felt a little pang heading past them -- scooting by and excusing myself when there wasn't much room -- I missed having my own crew, my own group of friends that I could go out with. That was something I'd need to rectify as soon as possible, lest I go mad. I needed it for my cover anyway. What girl my age would be running solo in places like I needed to go? It would raise eyebrows, or say things about me that I didn't need being said. Also, it would be dangerous trying to forge onward in solidarity. Sure, I had a...powerful?...government agency behind me, but it would be easier and safer if I had normies around me. Like a first line of defense. Then I'd only need to drop the <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>> hammer if it was really required. Or if they saw things that I didn't. I hoped they were watching. I hoped they cared. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingHeels>> My feet were already starting to complain as I hoofed it over to the club, managing the hard concrete that was far past the 'need repairs' report to the local municipality. <<else>> My footwear might not have been the most 'party' I could have chosen, but I welcomed the comfort. And fuck it, I could make anything look cute. <</if>> I headed directly there, not really sure if that was a good thing to do or a bad thing to do. Were people even watching some random American chick walking to clubs? I dismissed the worry out of hand and approached the hole in the wall that was Club ZZYZX. <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubZZYZX.png">> It was Karl and I couldn't help but give him a little smile, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, raising an eyebrow, <<speech "Karl">>"Must really love this place, huh. Ya know, I could give you //dozens// of other options nearby..."<</speech>> I shook my head, giving his ropey arm a squeeze as I passed.<<else>>It was a different bouncer than the other night, but this one also barely looked up when I approached. Female prerogative at clubs: no need for ID or cover. We were the attraction. <</if>> I shuddered as I passed the door into the hazy hallway. Sure, the AC was being pumped hard to fill the space and it was a stark contrast to the heat and humidity outside, but there was also a new tinge to coming here: it was the den of enemy. Or at least //a// den. Before it was just some club, a shitty club, but it had no nefarious edge otherwise. The only thing I was worried about before was the random club-goer, not terrorists or underworld warlords. <br><br> Rounding the corner into the main room, I took a breath, slowing my pace and really taking in the space. The DJ stage, mostly obscured and above the dance floor. The pedestals topped with scantily-clad go go dancers that peppered the area above the crowd of swaying bodies. The bar that ran along the far wall with a number of all-female tenders -- they were also wearing little, but more than their dancing cohorts. The scant and (probably) sketchy couches that adorned the wall perpendicular to the dance floor; little lounging areas spotted with tables large enough for an ice bucket and little else. The women that lounged there were almost exclusively 'ladies of the night', and ladies was a loose term, most of their ages was questionable at best. And then there was the surging crowd of people moving between the door and the dance floor, mostly male, mostly Eastern. <br><br> Besides the sexual selling present, you'd be hard-pressed to call this any more of a haven for evil than any other club I'd been to. Maybe that spoke more to my broadening understanding of the world than anything else. <br><br> I had taken enough time appraising the place. I'd look like a doe in headlights if I stood around aimlessly like this for too much longer. Time to decide what mattered most to me tonight. How would I try and uncover leads? Or did I just...not care. <br><br> <div id="Night1"> <<crossroads #Night1>> <<path>> I could try to surveil from the center of everything. Hide in plain sight and amongst the crowd. Dancing and discovering. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just a [[party girl|M002 - Night1Dance]]. <<path>> What better way to strike up conversation with people than over beverages. Just needed to be mindful of my intake. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just lookin to get my [[free drinks|M002 - Night1Drink]]! <<path>> Eh, I needed to avoid the draw of pleasure and focus on the mission at hand. Poke around, talk to people. Who was going to think twice about a curious American girl? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Yeah, don't mind me. What danger is a girl [[anyway|M002 - Night1Investigate]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<div id="night2"> <<skillChecked "Employment">> A second night at the club as a patron. <br><br> The first time had given my a lay of the land, but hadn't provided much in the way of my mission. Tonight that would need to change. I tugged at the hemline of my <<linkexpand "outfit">> outfit <<showDossier wardrobe>> and nodded to myself, resolved. <br><br><br> <<if $employedZZYZX is true>> <<speech "Bouncer">>"Oh, hey <<print $CC.name>>..." the bouncer at the door looked a little surprised to see me.<</speech>> Smiling, I waved back, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> walking past him as if I owned the joint. Because I did, in a way. I was golden. I was a cute American girl going to a lower-end club. I was who they //wanted// here. And I ''needed'' to be here. What a perfect combination! <br><br> Front door entry and back door entry into the place that was my place of work, place of fun...a place I just //had// to be all the time! And little did they know why. <br><br> Shivering with excitement and the chill of the inside of the club, I began to feel comfortable. Like this was home. Weird home, but at rather this feel like home over RedDoorz. <br><br> The music thumped, vibrating my chest under my outfit. I could feel it in my bones. <<speechPC>>"Woo!"<</speechPC>> I cried out to no one in particular, hopping up and down and making my way to the dance floor. <br><br> Okay. Focus, <<print $CC.name>>. What was the gameplan? <<link "Maybe--">><<replace "#night2">> <br><br> My head flicked back. I felt a sudden, sharp pain at my scalp and I was losing my footing, <<speech "Female Attacker">>"'Merican cunt!"<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubNight2.png">> <<skillChecked "Training, Background" "Coordination" "Athletics">> <<if $trainedHTH == true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> A flash of my evaluation. A flash of my time on the mat with Angelo. It came to me instinctively. I twisted and used the grip she had on //me// against ''her''. She had no idea what hit her. She was splayed out on the club floor like a discarded doll. <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who felt comparable to Angelo in strength. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3 || $CC.hsv == "gang" || $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Ohhhhh, no bitch. It wasn't my first rodeo and she was going to find out how much of a bucking bitch I was. <br><br> My hand shot out to return the favor, grabbing her hair and twisting -- pulling her to me. Feeing her weight approaching and the surprised squeal, I now had a target. <br><br> Elbow connected to her ribs and the grip in my mane relaxed. I turned to watch her stumble, clutching her midsection and collapsing on the floor like a discarded doll. Ferocity to wounded princess in a second flat. <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who surprisingly was able to restrain me easily. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> I was shocked. A catfight? But why? Why //me//?! <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Dat's right. You don't belong here."<</speech>> Any move I made made it worse. But now I heard her. I knew where she was. I swung an arm and hit her. I think it was her. I hoped it was her. <br><br> Her hand twisted in my hair eliciting a sharp yelp. I flicked out a foot. I connected with her again. That time I knew it was her because her hand relented. <br><br> I turned hard and I was a fury of hands. My fingers rigid and using the claws that nature gave me. It was nothing new to her. She returned the favor. We were scrabbling, grabbing, scratching and ducking, tight against each other. The only thing that was saving us was that we both didn't want to ruin our clothes or makeup. It would happen, there would be blood and it would be-- <br><br> I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had no trouble resisting me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Are you going to behave yourself?" The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Training, 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. <<speechPC>>"Woo!"<</speechPC>> I cried out to no one in particular, hopping up and down and making my way to the dance floor. <br><br> Okay. Focus, <<print $CC.name>>. What was the gameplan? <<link "Maybe--">><<replace "#night2">> <br><br> My head flicked back. I felt a sudden, sharp pain at my scalp and I was losing my footing, <<speech "Female Attacker">>"'Merican cunt!"<</speech>> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubNight2.png">> <<if $trainedHTH == true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> A flash of my evaluation. A flash of my time on the mat with Angelo. It came to me instinctively. I twisted and used the grip she had on //me// against ''her''. She had no idea what hit her. She was splayed out on the club floor like a discarded doll. <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who felt comparable to Angelo in strength. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3 || $CC.hsv == "gang" || $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Ohhhhh, no bitch. It wasn't my first rodeo and she was going to find out how much of a bucking bitch I was. <br><br> My hand shot out to return the favor, grabbing her hair and twisting -- pulling her to me. Feeing her weight approaching and the surprised squeal, I now had a target. <br><br> Elbow connected to her ribs and the grip in my mane relaxed. I turned to watch her stumble, clutching her midsection and collapsing on the floor like a discarded doll. Ferocity to wounded princess in a second flat. <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had surprisingly no issue controlling me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> I was shocked. A catfight? But why? Why //me//?! <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Dat's right. You don't belong here."<</speech>> Any move I made made it worse. But now I heard her. I knew where she was. I swung an arm and hit her. I think it was her. I hoped it was her. <br><br> Her hand twisted in my hair eliciting a sharp yelp. I flicked out a foot. I connected with her again. That time I knew it was her because her hand relented. <br><br> I turned hard and I was a fury of hands. My fingers rigid and using the claws that nature gave me. It was nothing new to her. She returned the favor. We were scrabbling, grabbing, scratching and ducking, tight against each other. The only thing that was saving us was that we both didn't want to ruin our clothes or makeup. It would happen, there would be blood and it would <<link "be--">><<replace "#night2">> <br><br> I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had no trouble resisting me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//."<</speech>> The instigator had recovered. <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<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, <<speech "Western Guy">>"Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> <br><br> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ah, shite." He laughed, pressing his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, "American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> The meat and give of my ass rubbed up and down against his crotch, entertaining the beginnings of an erection. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping and grinding as much as any of the guys before, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, dancing, and teasing, I offered a break (which I was more than happy to receive) to grab a drink and lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- headed off to grab me a vodka tonic while I found us a place to lounge off to the side. <br><br> My feet screamed out in rapture when I dropped myself back into the sofa and I was tired enough not to think about what it might have been soaked and stained with over its life here at Club ZZYZX. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him as I retrieved my drink and greedily 'rehydrated', <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn">> <<layeredImage "nightclub1/PNG">> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs, pressing <<linkexpand "upward">> <<liftUpDress>> upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. <<speech "Callum.png">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum.png">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now he was doing to me what I had been doing to him on the dance floor. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>><<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightDance"> <<crossroads #NightDance>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny') || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho, Slut or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I practically jerked my hips forward, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and stood. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me off the couch and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--//nghh f-fuck// I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> I felt my entire body sieze up. I had to relax. I had to //pretend// I wanted him. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> My thighs parted more, my crotch pressed forward into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and stood. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me off the couch and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted back, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and got up off the lounger, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum.png">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Dance-ear.png">> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Okayyy? So, you see, Manila is party town."<</speech>> I really couldn't place this guy's accent. My ear was moist with his breath, but I couldn't manage to get away from him. Guys had come with drinks from time to time and by now I was tired...and he was a persistent bugger. Having a pretty good buzz and the exhaustion I was feeling down to my heels was putting me at the end of my rope. I had kept pushing onward in the hope that something would materialize, but maybe it was too much strain, having to learn to pack it in earlier...to know my own limits. My brain wobbled a bit as I nodded, looking over at him trying to play the pliant and kind girl he expected. <br><br> Shit. I was supposed to be an //agent// right now. This loser wasn't going to offer me anything except pointers on the places he likes to go to have fun. I hadn't noticed anything about the goings on of the club except which dancers were best. <<speechPC>>"Yah, seems...fun."<</speechPC>> I grinned and, now realizing my mistake, I tried to make an exit, <<speechPC>>"Look, I gotta...go to the bathroom."<</speechPC>> He smiled and nodded, arm sliding around my waist to ensure I wasn't going. I tried to make eye contact with another girl on the floor, 'save me' -- shiittt...too many guys. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"And dis is a good place, I guess. But there better ones. Come on, les get outta here, yah?" He pulled.<</speech>> <div id="NightDanceElse"> <<crossroads #NightDanceElse>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 3 || ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')) || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Eh, being on my back right now instead of my feet sounds way better. Fine. Spy later. Get laid now. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough or just want sex OR is too disciplined <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Normal", "Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> As he pulled me away from the floor, I thought, //"Fuck. Well, I should have been a //bit// more focused on the objective, but at least there'd be something good coming out of it."// And that's how we went, mostly wordlessly out of the Club and into a cab. Perfect for my legend, drunk new-girl-on-the-block American easily picked up and brought back for some casual [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]] from a club. <<path>> Nuh-uh, buddy. This ain't how you pickup girls. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value lte 1>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Quick trip, no worries."<</speech>> Nope, teasing or hinting was not going to be enough to get him away. I had taken too long. I was too drunk. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening, but I couldn't get it. My brain too awash with booze. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<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. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS agents<<else>>Agents<</if>> did this kinda thing...just with their marks. With targets. For intel. <br><br> I, on the other hand, would be getting out of this cab with rando grabby McGee for no-strings-attached and no-benefit [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]]. Call it field experience. <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. A little swing of my hips and having that lower center of gravity was all I needed. He stumbled away and I quickly made my way ahead, down the hallway he was trying to lead me into. <br><br> Just had to get to the bouncer first. I panted like an idiot, like I was being chased by a monster, but I got away, stumbling awkwardly into the moist air of the outside. I looked back, wanting to see the bouncer throw my pursuer down, but he didn't appear. I got a few weird looks, but then was ignored as some drunken bitch. <br><br> And I headed back. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening...and then I was free, sliding out of his grip and smirking at him with a little playful wave as I disappeared back to the bathroom. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not." My teeth tugged at his earlobe.<</speechPC>> <br><br> He was about to say something when my hand dropped to give his cock a squeeze. Whatever he was about to say changed to, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh. Kay."<</speech>> And he nodded, eyes cloudy as he experienced the pleasure. And then I was gone. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men & Addiction Level">> With a confident stride, I approached the bar. It had a better view of the venue anyway. I could watch the back, I could watch the front, I could watch the dance floor. Employees, clientele, guests, I could see all the comings and goings from there. <br><br> I leaned against the bar casually, with the air of someone //about// to order a drink but just not able to get their attention...yet. It would have been difficult anyway given the gender of the bartenders and the way that money usually flowed at a place like this. They knew what I was up to and they were more than happy to wait for my efforts to garner them a fat tip. They'd get paid because of some schmuck's vainglorious hope to get my vagina. <br><br> There was a spare moment before the first approach when I began to notice the many, //many// male eyes on me for being...well, not from around here. Different was going to be a boon and a bane. I was more obvious, more interesting, more desireable, all of which was a double-edged sword. I just had to know how to wield it. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>But fuck did it feel //great//. Everyone was noticing me. I felt like Aphrodite.<<else>>Whoo buddy, I was going to hafta get used to this. It was like the sensation I had back home was increased ten-fold. It felt exposing and scary.<</if>> <br><br> Attractive, young woman, apparently alone. It was unsurprising that my bubble was invaded almost right away. The sharks were on the hunt and I looked to be the tastiest tuna on the floor. <br><br> Drinks were practically thrown at me. <br><br> And this was the ''incredibly'' difficult part: I needed them to hit me up and here there was really only one way about that, fine, but the other end of the interaction? How to both extricate myself from someone who wasn't worth my while as well as not //have// a drink when the next guy tried his luck. I couldn't look like I was __with__ any of them. I couldn't look like I was waiting for someone to come back. I had to be giving them openings while not being too available and have no way to...get away. And then, on top of that craziness, I had to judge whether that guy could be anything more than some random club schmo. It was playing the part of a girl out for fun. It was ensuring that I wasn't corralled by any single person. It was keeping my wits and eyes on everything __except__ the guy I was drinking with. <br><br> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 2>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Okayyy? So, you see, Manila is party town."<</speech>> I really couldn't place this guy's accent. My ear was moist with his breath, but he was funneling me the drinks. They had come fast and furious and I had trouble saying no. And trouble not finishing them. I was rocking a major buzz and my body was really happy about it. My brain wobbled a bit as I nodded, looking over at him trying to play the pliant and kind girl he expected. <br><br> Shit. I was supposed to be an //agent// right now. This loser wasn't going to offer me anything except pointers on the places he likes to go to have fun. I hadn't noticed anything about the goings on of the club except which bartenders were the quickest on the draw. <<speechPC>>"Yah, seems...fun."<</speechPC>> I grinned and, now realizing my mistake, I tried to make an exit, <<speechPC>>"Look, I gotta...go to the bathroom."<</speechPC>> He smiled and nodded, arm sliding around my waist to ensure I wasn't going. I tried to make eye contact with a bartender, 'save me', <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"And dis is a good place, I guess. But there better ones. Come on, les get outta here, yah?"<</speech>> He pulled. <div id="NightDrink"> <<crossroads #NightDrink>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 3 || ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')) || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. Serves me right for drinking too much and getting locked down by him. Hope he's good in the sack. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough or just want sex OR is too Disciplined <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Normal", "Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> As he pulled me away from the bar, I thought, //"Fuck. Well, I should have been a //bit// more focused on the objective, but at least there'd be something good coming out of it."// And that's how we went, mostly wordlessly out of the Club and into a cab. Perfect for my legend, drunk new-girl-on-the-block American easily picked up and brought back for some casual [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]] from a club. <<path>> Nuh-uh, buddy. This ain't how you pickup girls. Gotta get away, however I could. //If// I could. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value lte 1>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Quick trip, no worries."<</speech>> Nope, teasing or hinting was not going to be enough to get him away. I had taken too long. I was too drunk. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination ">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening, but I couldn't get it. My brain too awash with booze. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<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. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS agents<<else>>Agents<</if>> did this kinda thing...just with their marks. With targets. For intel. <br><br> I, on the other hand, would be getting out of this cab with rando grabby McGee for no-strings-attached and no-benefit [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]]. Call it field experience. <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. A little swing of my hips and having that lower center of gravity was all I needed. He stumbled away and I quickly made my way ahead, down the hallway he was trying to lead me into. <br><br> Just had to get to the bouncer first. I panted like an idiot, like I was being chased by a monster, but I got away, stumbling awkwardly into the moist air of the outside. I looked back, wanting to see the bouncer throw my pursuer down, but he didn't appear. I got a few weird looks, but then was ignored as some drunken bitch. <br><br> And I headed back. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening...and then I was free, sliding out of his grip and smirking at him with a little playful wave as I disappeared back to the bathroom. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go's that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not." My teeth tugged at his earlobe.<</speechPC>> He was about to say something when my hand dropped to give his cock a squeeze. Whatever he was about to say changed to, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh. Kay."<</speech>> And he nodded, eyes cloudy as he experienced the pleasure. And then I was gone. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<run $Memories.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.png">>"Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: he had just come from the back area of the club. Why? Maybe the bathroom, true, but he was enough out of place that it at least piqued my interest. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ah, shite." He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, "American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> I made a little head nod down at the empty space of the bar in front of me. My brain wobbled a bit. Shit, maybe this was the buzz talking and not my perception. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of the guys before, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against <<linkexpand "my ass">> <<liftUpDress>> my ass and down to search between my I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <<layeredImage "nightclub1/PNG">> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">><<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <<speech "Callum.png">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum.png">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>> <<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightDrinkElse"> <<crossroads #NightDrinkElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny') || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--//nghh f-fuck// I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> I felt my entire body sieze up. I had to relax. I had to //pretend// I wanted him. <br><br> <</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum.png">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<skillChecked "Virginity">><<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. My first held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<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. <<speechPC>>"Oh, thank you."<</speechPC>> I gave a side smile, <<speechPC>>"Vodka soda."<</speechPC>> And then tried to ignore his presence as he leaned closer and began speaking to me. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> I was giving him all the bland not-interested I could, leaning away whenever I acted like I couldn't hear him. That was when I began to notice the many, //many// male eyes on me for being...well, not from around here. Different was going to be a boon and a bane. I was more obvious, more interesting, more desireable, all of which was a double-edged sword. I just had to know how to wield it. <<skillChecked "Need for attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>But fuck did it feel //great//. Everyone was noticing me. I felt like Aphrodite.<<else>>Whoo buddy, I was going to hafta get used to this. It was like the sensation I had back home was increased ten-fold. It felt exposing and scary.<</if>> <<speech "Bartender">>"Here you go."<</speech>> The bartender not only gave me the drink, but also a knowing squeeze to my wrist before looking for payment from the guy. And //that// was my opportunity to skee-daddle. I slid away from the bar and out onto the dance floor, arms above my head. <br><br> 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//? <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Investigate.png">> I imagined all the ways playing into dumb American girly could go before wiping and heading out of the bathroom again. <br><br> A door opened and a dancer walked past me, her tits and ass practically out. Why not just be a stripper, right? <br><br> I kept walking and another door opened, nearly bowling me over as a barback tried lifting a keg with more of his back than his legs. <br><br> And then a stroke of luck. A big guy, white -- so that was not typical -- and clearly not an employee came out of another door. I lagged behind him, trying to see where he was <<linkexpand "going...">> <<face shock>> going... <<speech "Asian Woman">>"What you doing?"<</speech>> This little woman jerked out in front of me. Where had she come from? <<speechPC>>"Uh sorry, just...coming from the bathroom?"<</speechPC>> I acted as confused and affronted as I could manage. <<speech "Asian Woman">>"Kay. Keep walking. Have nice night."<</speech>> And like that, she was gone again. And so was the big white guy. Shit. <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.png">>"Girl. You better be so fucking careful."<</speech>> American. <<speech "Tara.png">>"You're going to get scooped up around here if you play it loose and free."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh shit, American too?" She nodded, "I'm from <<print $CC.hometownName>>."<</speechPC>> She laughed, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Crazy. And...why are you here? Daddy on some 'work trip'?"<</speech>> Air quotes and eyes motioning to the men that weren't talking to her made all the subtext I needed. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no. Just here like, seeing the world, ya know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Mhm. Yeah, like I said. Be careful."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>Time to play dumb, "Bad night or something?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Clearly."<</speech>> Her striking green eyes dropped to the empty space on either side of her. <<speechPC>>"Guys aren't everything...you want to dance?"<</speechPC>> I could see a flicker of consideration in her eyes. Then they hardened. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Can't. Working."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. OH."<</speechPC>> My own eyes got huge in 'realization'. <<speechPC>>"Shit, I'm like...so, so sorry."<</speechPC>> I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Want me to go? Am I killing your vibe?"<</speechPC>> She smiled, shaking her head and squeezing my hand, looking me over. <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"You're the light of the evening. I'm Tara,"<</speech>> her fingers twined with mine. Sure, she was older than the other girls in a ratio-kind-of-way, but really she was what, late 20s, tops? <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Cute. I like it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So like...what's it like...working...here."<</speechPC>> We held hands, chatting away. I noticed the short woman from earlier staring daggers at Tara. Tara had to notice as well but she seemed to not care. <br><br> And she really was telling me things. I played the curious, fresh of the boat American, wide-eyes and in wonder as I learned about this dark, scary underworld. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Look, you gotta avoid this place. Girls like you and me...they can get...//stuck// working here. And Peaches..."<</speech>> a head motion over at the woman who wanted her to be working and not talking, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Isn't the one that runs this place. She acts scary, but who she works for? Scary like you wouldn't believe."<</speech>> She got up with a sigh, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Sorry, gotta not get my ass dumped in the gutter tonight. By putting my ass in front of a gutter rat."<</speech>> She laughed at her dark joke, <<speech "Tara.png">>"But here's my number,"<</speech>> Her fingers fluttered, asking for my phone. She laughed seeing that there was no service, but plugged in her digits anyway. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Wow, completely unprotected aren'tcha. Well, text me when you get some service. Talk then."<</speech>> She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. /* IMAGE (Needed): Guy in a club, sitting on a couch and staring at his phone <<image framed "passage/M002-BE_ClubGuyPhone.png">> */ She beamed as she walked away, dropping unceremoniously next to some douche who was playing a game on his phone rather than enjoying the club. <br><br> I was beaming as I walked out of the place. I didn't wait around or try anything else, my tank was full. My victory achieved. I also didn't want to be too suspicious. Or dropped in a gutter if I really was that at-risk as Tara had mentioned. <br><br> Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl, I barely noticed the shittiness of the RedDoorz on my return. Popping my shoes off and stripping the clothes onto the linoleum floor? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent. Sending a text off to Tara and thinking about what access she could give me? I was ''nailing'' this assignment. <<print $ACTI.target>> would be in the bag in no time. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<skillChecked "Virginity">><<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>Though right before it took me, there was a flicker...an image of Tara.<</if>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.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.png">>"Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: It was the guy from before, in the hallway. I had lost him, but he had found me. Little did he know I was looking for him. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ah, shite."<</speech>> He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, <<speech "Callum.png">>"American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> I made a little head over at the bar. Now was a time I could use it, with a guy I //wanted// around. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of these guys would have, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against my ass and down to search between my thighs, <<speechPC>>"Changing venue?"<</speechPC>> I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <<layeredImage "nightclub1/PNG">> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped <<linkexpand "between my legs...">> <<liftUpDress>> between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <<speech "Callum.png">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum.png">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>> <<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightInvestigateElse"> <<crossroads #NightInvestigateElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny') || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--//nghh f-fuck// I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> I felt my entire body sieze up. I had to relax. I had to //pretend// I wanted him. <br><br> <</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum.png">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<skillChecked "Virginity">><<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. My first held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> I was a sopping mess when we climbed out of the black car and into the lobby of an upscale condo. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Li'l home away from home,"<</speech>> he smiled proudly as he escorted me through the wall-to-wall marble to the bay of elevators. Inside though, he seemed to forget where we were going, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Hmm...which...one..."<</speech>> He eyed the rows of buttons while his hand returned between my thighs and feeling there his gaze turned to me with a broad, self-assured grin, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fuck, lass. You wan' dis."<</speech>> The shove he got was more than firm, his dress shoes slipping slightly on the floor, <<speechPC>>"So. Find the button."<</speechPC>> I was frustrated as all hell right then, but even still, I had to laugh when he thrust his hand against my pussy again, <<speechPC>>"The...other...but-ton," grunting out as I guided his moist fingers away from me and to the panel.<</speechPC>> He relented, depressing one of them and leaning back against the mirrored walls, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Better than yer digs, innit?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"A mite bit."<</speechPC>> My eyes flashed at him, assuming a mocking bit of his accent as I grabbed his belt buckle and let my fingers __slowly__ flip the latch and tug the leather off the clasp, <<speechPC>>"But I'm not some big, bad powerbroker in the Philippines."<</speechPC>> I made sure that my efforts caressed the mostly-solid erection he was sporting. It was his turn to be worked up and frustrated. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Have yer own kind of power, in my opinion."<</speech>> His words affected a chestier quality, but he was trying to retain his collected attitude even as his slacks relaxed, the strap cinching them sliding free from the loops. My hand was drawing the slack out, grabbing and pulling close to his fly, stroking up and back and feeling his own heat. The door dinged and we stepped out into the hallway, the belt trailing along the carpet behind me, hanging loose from my hand. <<speech "Callum.png">>"What're ye gunna be doin' with that?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, you'll get it back. Don't you worry."<</speechPC>> A flick of my wrist and the belt was like a snake, suddenly flicking up and striking against his side. It was playful and I was <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO" || $CC.hometown == "AL">>only vaguely familiar with using a whip<<else>>only familiar with how whips were used in the movies<</if>>, and he took it in stride, stumbling back as if a cowed animal, warding me with his hands. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach! Oo-kayy, oo-kay!"<</speech>> He was loving the interplay. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I was fascinating to him and someone he'd remember.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>>He unlocked the door to his place and ushered me in with a gentlemanly flair, <<speech "Callum.png">>"After ye."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're right. I want it. Where's the fucking bedroom?"<</speechPC>> I flicked the improvised whip at him again, smirking as he grabbed the end before it dropped and tugged me along like it was a leash. I laughed and tripped along, trying to ditch my <<linkexpand "shoes">> shoes<<feet>> on the way. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex.png">> It was a gorgeous place. Well-attended and <<skillChecked "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>>despite the cleanliness, I could tell he'd been staying here more than a couple days at least because it felt lived-in.<<else>>either he was neat, newly in town, or had a maid.<</if>> He had money -- not necessarily a //ton// because it was Manila, but a place like this back home would have run him <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown is "AL">>a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NO">>half a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NY">>a few million, easy.<<elseif $CC.hometown is "LA">>a couple million, easy.<<else>>a million or so, especially downtown.<</if>> And now the question was: where was the money coming from? //And// was any of it to do with why he was at the Club tonight? <br><br> I stumbled hard towards him. He had pulled ''hard'' and I was against him and suddenly pinned against the bed. The belt was between us, me holding the buckle end, him holding the tip. Right. As my body insisted: investigate later. Fuck now. <br><br> Now that I had //started// this belt-play...how was it going to go down. Our eyes were locked on each other's, the decision percolating to the surface. <br><br><<SexSkill intercourse>> <div id="NightSex"> <<crossroads #NightSex>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie //him//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<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. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fiesty."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. I pulled //tight// and his chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though his eyes quested for mine, I ignored him, looking over his form and deciding what came next. <br><br> In another time, another situation, I would have drawn this out. Relished in having him essentially under my control, a man like him, a man his size, a man his age. Mine. Instead, my pussy was about to murder me. So I unzipped his fly and maybe pulled too hard, because the button popped free, flying across the room as I tugged his expensive slacks down enough to free his cock. <br><br> It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>Now the ease of access was going to work to my advantage! <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>I tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">>down<<panties>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as I yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>><<else>>I worked my own soaked clothing <<linkexpand "off">>off<<lower>><<panties>> quick and roughly.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, I climbed up and over him, grabbing his base as I lined it up. The slickness of his precum lubed cock was completely lost in the sopping wetness of my pussy. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get a condom, lass. You dinnae where I've been. Or want te knae."<</speech>> It prickled that it felt like the power dynamic shifted in that moment. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<pregCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <</if>> I didn't care. Except about control. I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock without a condom. Dumb move, <<print $CC.name>>, but it was in the heat of the moment and too late now. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>>Really hot move, though. My hips jerked erratically, panting out as I came, thinking about him filling me with his cum. He chuckled and I gave a squeaking laugh back, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole.<</if>> I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> grin. <<cumSpray mound3 pussy4 thighs3>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speechPC>>"Ach. Come. On."<</speechPC>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I figured it didn't matter. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Right. And though it came at the cost of momentum and a bit of control, I took his direction to the sidetable and slid one on him right as I was sticking him inside me. I couldn't wait a moment longer. <br><br> I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <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.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up the condom for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. I was glad for the condom because I don't know if I could have gotten off him in time. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. Thank god for it, because at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speechPC>>"Ach. Come. On."<</speechPC>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. Thank god for the condom. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</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 framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex-Belt.png">> He saw my gaze stayed soft. I felt the fond excitement of a guy taking control. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. I knew what was coming, so I flipped my arms up over my head towards where he was about to loop and strap my wrists together with his own belt. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He took his time, leaving me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed. It //was// kind of hot that he was maintaining such control.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<linkexpand "wearing">> wearing<<upper>><<lower>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>He tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">>down<<panties>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, he pushed my thighs apart and climbed up and onto me, grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> I arched and bucked. It was a squeal of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped back, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my chest, gripping each tit, as he began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as he watched me squirm, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking up at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he made long, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I gasped and rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt really dig in at my wrists. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge grin. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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. <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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. <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Y-yes. There."<</speechPC>> I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained nearing my peak. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was receding as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breath play')>> Knowing it could cinch meant I could be breathless shortly. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Breath play. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<dollRearView>> He saw my gaze stayed soft, I lifted my chin to bare my throat. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. He looped it around my neck suddenly, firmly and cinched closed. Loose, but the threat was there. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. He pulled at the strap and my vision became red, my breathing stopped and he smiled as I tensed instinctively, mouth open. My hand grasping at his pant leg. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next as he held the grip. <br><br> <<layeredImage "breathplay1/PNG">> Then he slackened and I gasped out, coughing. Spots dotted what I saw as he left me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<linkexpand "wearing">> wearing<<upper>><<lower>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>He tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">><<panties>>down aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed the belt again with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head lifted as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as my breaths became difficult and he was grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. Though I made no sound, it was a motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my back, releasing the grip to let me breathe a moment as he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he grasped the belt again and pulled. I couldn't breathe again and he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt buckle really dig in my throat. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> I could feel the blood pulsing in my head. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. //"Fuck. Y-yes. There."// I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...and of the threat of death. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> We didn't need it. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night2Sex-CrumpledBelt.png">> <<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. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Gorgeous."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. Our eyes met intermittently as he looked over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te." He laughed.<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<linkexpand "wearing">> wearing<<upper>><<lower>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>He tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">>down<<panties>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed my hair with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head arched uncomfortably as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as I squeaked in surprise, feeling him lining up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> A sharp noise and motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he pulled harder on my hair like a rein, his other hand smacking down on the small of my back. Then, he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him -- not an easy angle over my shoulder as my hair tugged at the root -- he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress at the waist and making my spine ache with the pull of my hair. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He said it, but I was thinking it. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body 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.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body 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.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body 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.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. //"Fuck. Y-yes. There."// I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body 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.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <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? <<set _outro = "jillingHard">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> His hotel's atmosphere didn't scream 'partier,' -- hell, didn't even whisper it -- unless he was spending all his money on the fun and skimping on everything else. Still, it was a step up from RedDoorz. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Temporary place."<</speech>> He excused the bustling lobby full of cheap clothes and its solid touristy vibe. <<speechPC>>"Totally."<</speechPC>> I nodded, brow furrowing to show my agreement as he shuffled me hurriedly towards the bank of elevators. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"You makin' the most of Manila. Lemme tell you."<</speech>> He smiled, corralling me against the corner of the lift, despite the other people who were around us. He breathed heavily into my ear, fingers toying at the edges of my clothing. For as grabby as a guy as he was, he was being showing a lot of restraint. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"You should make every night like tonight."<</speech>> He whispered into my ear, encouraging my slutty behavior even if it wasn't going to benefit him. Well, maybe it was -- approve of it so that I didn't change my mind. <br><br> Though his attitude as highly sexual and predatory (and possessive), the family that shared the elevator were doing their damnedest to ignore us, even the mother who was clutching her young children to her legs lest our behavior infect them. I wanted to tell her that he could have been worse. I also wanted to smack her for not trying to help one of her own, if I needed it. <br><br> They disappeared as soon as the doors slid open, ushered out like a ducklings. Now alone, he presses his hips against me. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"So, how you pick ZZYZX tonight? Good choice, that one."<</speech>> Was he not hard? Was he //that// collected? <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>>A part of be pained at maybe not being hot enough?<</if>> <<speechPC>>"It's near where I'm staying. Local...before I branch out..."<</speechPC>> He //loved// to talk. The whole cab ride had been more of the same. And it's not like he was a good conversationalist. I hoped it wouldn't last into the bedroom. <br><br> And I was about to find out. The doors slid open again and he guided me out. Now that we were on his floor, there was no urgency and far less 'pull' to his guidance. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah, well you pick great. Under the radar spot. High-caliber types go there. They don't go //anywhere// else down there."<</speech>> He laughed, smiling broadly at me as if intoning that he was one of those. Or by association at least. <br><br> It wasn't a keycard, he actually had to use an analog counterpart to get the door open and the blast of air conditioning that the door released had a slightly mildewy, wet quality to it. Very high caliber. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"So you see those ZZYZX dancers? I think, you could be one them."<</speech>> He let go of me in the middle of the room before he took a seat at the end of his bed. He pulled at the heels of his leather shoes to take them off -- he wasn't wearing socks -- while his hand began to undo his slacks -- he wasn't wearing a belt. <<if $clubJob == "dance">> <<speechPC>>"Might surprise you...but I am."<</speechPC>> I grinned, understanding what he was after and enjoying that little nugget, <<speechPC>>"No music for me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"See?"<</speech>> He wagged a finger, slacks hanging open and showing his threadbare boxers, <<speech "Agressive Asian">>"I told you. So, show me."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not really sure that's my calling."<</speechPC>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"Remember? Fun...not work."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fun //idea//, though."<</speech>> He wagged a finger, slacks hanging open and showing his threadbare boxers, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"So, show me how right I am."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, beginning to sway my hips and using my toes to <<linkexpand "remove my own footwear">> remove my own footwear<<feet>>. <<speechPC>>"Didn't get enough dancing tonight?"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "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. <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex_dick.png">> It disappeared under his palm while my body began to <<linkexpand "appear">> appear<<upper>><<lower>> for him. He nodded, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"See, don't need music."<</speech>> His hand slowly pumping what looked like air. The tip just barely peeking from the top of his palm on the downstroke. <br><br> I moved closer, sliding into his lap to give him more of the dance that I expected he was looking for. His hand bumped against my stomach, mound and ass as I gyrated, lifting my chest to his face. <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>His mouth latched right onto my nipple, sucking down firmly that made me gasp.<<else>>His free hand reached back to unclasp my <<linkexpand "bra">>bra<<bra>> so that his hungry lips could latch right onto a nipple and make me gasp.<</linkexpand>><</if>> He sucked slowly and pulled with his mouth til it was rigid, then switched to the other one, enjoying the pair bouncing in his face. The bed slightly squeaked as my weight shifted from knee to knee on either side of his hips. <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>The back of his palm and his knuckles kept rubbing and hitting against my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>hairless slit<<else>>pubes, knuckles rapping from his own to my own<</if>> as he masturbated and suckled my tits.<<else>> His hand slid down my ass, pulling at the waistband of my underwear, insisting that I find a way to move so that they could come <<linkexpand "off">>off<<panties>> while maintaining the position and semblance of a lapdance.<</linkexpand>><</if>> Then both hands were on my ass and pulling down. I felt the sticky line of precum left as he missed and his cockhead pushed up one side of my mound. <br><br> <div id="NightSexElse"> <<crossroads #NightSexElse>> <<path $Body.fertile == false || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding') || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> Let him hit it raw. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't crazy about getting pregnant. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy1 thighs1>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club" 33 "ethnicity: asian">> <<dollRearView>> Not sure why I made the choice, it was dumb as fuck, but I probably was looking for any 'positive' that I could find in the moment. He didn't miss the second time, hilting himself inside me. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghh!"<</speech>> His lips broke with my tits as he leaned back, not even waiting a moment before beginning to smack up against me, slow but firmly. Well, too late now...if only...I shifted my hips...I could...cocked my hips...I felt more. <<speechPC>>"One sec..."<</speechPC>> I tried to slide off his lap. He kept smacking up into me, ignoring the movement, <<speechPC>>"One. Secccc..."<</speechPC>> Hands grasped at my ass. I pushed him back and got off his dick way easier than it normally would have been. Just popped out instantly. <br><br> He glared at me, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Too late for rubber."<</speech>> His little dick twitched in his slightly matted pubes. <br><br> I flipped onto my hands and knees, facing away from him, hoping doggie would give me what I was seeking -- it usually did, <<speechPC>>"Yah, just...hit it from behind."<</speechPC>> I smirked over my shoulder. His glower became a glimmer and he launched himself upon me. Yelping, I nearly was shoved off the bed as he collided with me. His prick found my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh,"<</speech>> he grunted out as my pussy slowly caressed down his shaft. I winced, his balls press to my mound. Felt //that//. I felt his cock pulse inside me. Good. I flicked my head back, to look at him, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yeah." <</speech>> He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and already ballsdeep. I bit my lower lip as I watched him begin to saw back and forth, my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. <br><br> My hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> 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>> <<vCardCheck"Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club" "age: 33" "ethnicity: asian">> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"There."<</speech>> I could hear his displeasure in his tone, and he kept trying to hold me still and get it in me, but a little sexy voice and insistence was sometimes all that you needed. <br><br> I giggled playfully as I got my asscheeks free from his hands and clambered across the bed to the bag he had indicated. I kept giggling and making sure he felt this was a fun game as he continued after me, grabbing me, pulling me back and trying to mount me again and again. Furiously, I found the protection and got it open, swinging a hand underneath me and instantly his fight stopped. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh."<</speech>> He grunted out as my palm slowly caressed down his shaft, my other hand following after, sliding the condom on him to his bushy base. And then I let go. He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and finding his prick to my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy. I grit my teeth and shifted my hips to help it go in as my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. My hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <br><br> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">>on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club" 33 "ethnicity: asian">> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy1 thighs1>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"There."<</speech>> I could hear his displeasure in his tone, and he kept trying to hold me still and get it in me, but a little sexy voice and insistence was sometimes all that you needed. <br><br> I giggled playfully as I got my asscheeks free from his hands and clambered across the bed to the bag he had indicated. I kept giggling and making sure he felt this was a fun game as he continued after me, grabbing me, pulling me back and trying to mount me again and again. Furiously, I found the protection and got it open, but too late. His prick found my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh,"<</speech>> he grunted out as my pussy slowly caressed down his shaft. I winced, staring at the wrapper, fingers just about to pull at the tear tag as I felt his balls press to my mound. I felt his cock pulse inside me. I flicked my head back, waving the condom like a flag, <<speechPC>>"Hey. Condom..."<</speechPC>> He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and already ballsdeep. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Too. Late."<</speech>> A shake of his head, <<speechPC>>"Yeah?"<</speechPC>> then a nod. Insisting and using his insertion as the excuse to keep going. <br><br> He thrust and my throat clenched. I blinked back tears of surprise. Everything about the moment hit me hard. Not only was it //this// guy. Almost assuredly unaffiliated with my mission, but here I was getting fucked by him anyway. Without protection, his or mine. <br><br> <<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. <<speechPC>>"Yeah..."<</speechPC>> I relented as I watched it flop onto the floor, my hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> <<face ahego>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on">> on<<restoreLook>>. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<include "M002 - Night1Sex_GangEnd">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<SexSkill intercourse>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> I nearly fell on my face as I opened the door, my foot slipping on the hotel's daily folio. I kept upright and was able to leave without injury to myself or my pride, and also saw learned his name, finally: Gang Hung. <br><br> Shit. That was a complete waste. Worse than a waste, I had been deflected from my mission for a worthless fuck and had to pay for a ride back to the RedDoorz. Despondent, I couldn't even bother to get myself off, even when it became incredibly difficult to shut my brain off and go to [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> I nearly fell on my face as I opened the door, my foot slipping on the hotel's daily folio. I kept upright and was able to leave without injury to myself or my pride, and also saw learned his name, finally: Gang Hung. <br><br> Shit. That was a complete waste. Worse than a waste, I had been deflected from my mission for a worthless fuck and had to pay for a ride back to the RedDoorz. Despondent, I couldn't even bother to get myself off, even when it became incredibly difficult to shut my brain off and go to [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
<div id="job"> Why be on the outside when I could be on the inside? I wasn't entirely sure what kinds of jobs they had (though I had some ideas), nor was I really sure that I would entertain //any// or ''all'' of the possible types of 'employment' the club might have. But I did know that here, hell -- everywhere -- a young, attractive woman had an element of capital that people didn't turn down out of hand. <br><br> I worked on a bowl of noodles for lunch as I considered when to go. Certainly not during prime time. I'd be mistaken probably as just a clubber. And it would be too loud and confusing. Whoever ran the place would be busy running the place rather than sorting resumes. But, conversely, I didn't want to show up when it wasn't even open. <br><br> Imagining myself standing in front of an aluminum door, pounding on it and asking for an application was more sad than funny. <br><br> So there was a narrow window. Before the club got jumping, but after they actually opened the doors. <br><br> I settled on early evening and then tried to figure out what the fuck was I going to do in my downtime? What did spies do between getting shot at and sneaking into top secret locations? Watch TV? Was I supposed to be doing things like 'I' normally would...to like 'build my legend' and credibility? Or was I just supposed to twiddle my thumbs? Or was I supposed to have multiple tacks going, multi-threading my work as an agent so that there //was// no downtime. Was I wasting time or was I supposed to waste time? Man, did I wish I had been given some training. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> My thoughts wandered to what training had been for Angelo, for Nate, <<if $angeloTalk is true>>for Alice, <</if>>for...my mother. <<if $angeloTalk is true>> Was it an expansion of the evaluation with Alice and Angelo? Firing ranges, hand-to-hand combat, maybe lectures and training on the subtleties of reading and manipulating people? Crafting profiles and mission plans on targets under the guidance and supervision of agents that had come before and knew from experience what worked and what didn't. <<else>> Was it classrooms and ranges like Quantico? Was it under the tutelage of agents who had come before and knew the ins and outs of the field? Was it practicums and live tests to really put the screws to potential agents? Was there a failure and wash out percentage? How the fuck did they even get recruited anyway? Did they apply? <</if>> <br><br> No matter what it was, it had to be more than simply throwing a school-aged girl to the wolves and seeing if she could stop an international threat. Yeah. <br><br> Training would have been nice. <br><br> As it was, I made some Google queries into the club, watched some tidbits of YouTube when people had mentioned or visited it. I tried to learn whatever I could -- and there was nothing (at least on the non-DarkWeb) on something this fringe and sketchy. I made sure that as much of my searching would seem as innocent and curious as it could be. I didn't want to raise any flags. <br><br> I may have also gone down a few rabbit holes of people visiting Manila. I call it research. <br><br> The internet pulling up nothing useful, I got dressed and set out to get myself a [[job|M002 - ClubJob_Club]]. </div>
<<run $Memories.push("Knows Peaches")>> <div id="job"> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubJob.png">> Clubs always have a weird, far more seedy air about them during the non-party hours. Questionable when it was dark, crowded and sweaty. Worse in the light of day. Club ZZYZX was no different. <br><br> This early, there was no haze, no music, definitely no laser lights. The intoxicating quality of the club was gone and it was simply a boxy place with room enough for a lot of people to get close together and drunk. There was a hint of bleach smell in the air from cleaning. <br><br> I must have looked lost, because that's how I was treated, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Too early. Come back in a few hours."<</speech>> The bouncer was munching on a saucy hotdog, returning to his post by the door that had been vacant long enough for me to come in without being allowed. <<speechPC>>"Oh yeah, totally. I'm just...you guys hiring?"<</speechPC>> My gaze continued to swing back and forth trying to make heads or tails of who might be in charge. <br><br> He frowned, reconsidered me and swallowed a bite that deserved to be chewed more, <<speech "Bouncer">>"I mean. Yeah. Depending on...what kind of job you're...looking for?"<</speech>> He didn't have the affect of Filipino dialect...he sounded strangely like he could have been from back stateside. I didn't ask, wondering all the same. <<speechPC>>"Well, are there...different people for different types of jobs? Not exactly looking to clean toilets."<</speechPC>> I laughed playfully. <<speech "Bouncer">>"No, that's a good point. Same girl. Head that way,"<</speech>> a strong arm swung out, gesturing with the remainder of the hotdog, pointing further towards the back, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Say you're looking for Peaches. You might miss her, but she won't miss you."<</speech>> And with that the gesture returned the dog to his mouth where it disappeared. He turned and left me to my own devices. <br><br> I walked on back, smiling pleasantly at the curious and confused looks on my way. It was mostly women who were mostly some extraction of Asian, some whiter or more Latin than others, some with darker tones. There were a few men, but they all seemed to squarely fall within the range of muscle-bound and big which meant security, whereas I couldn't place the employment of the women for the life of me. <<speechPC>>"Peaches?"<</speechPC>> I asked a few times and received a few knowing laughs, but they were helpful and kept pointing me further and further on. Beyond and behind the bar. Past the bathrooms. Towards the storage and office spaces in the bowels of the hallways that allowed this place to run. <br><br> For it being some secret hideout for a villain or at least part of his spider's web, it seemed very...functional and legal. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Okay. How'd you get back here?"<</speech>> It was sharp, clipped and quick. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Peaches")>>Oh, this one again. <</if>> The cadence spoke more to her...Chinese? upbringing than any tone or accent. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey. You're Peaches?"<</speechPC>> I grinned, extending my hand. <br><br> Her firm look became a glower and she did not take my hand, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Karl is going to learn that is not funny. Name. Is. //''Tao''//."<</speech>> There was a moment where I was sure that his joke had become my mistake and that I'd be turned away instantly, but she considered otherwise and we shook hands. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Karl said you might be hiring?"<</speechPC>> She nodded and retrieved her hand, crossing her arms and giving me a look. She was a slight, hard-edged woman. She certainly didn't seem like a peach. But it also didn't seem like the first time she had heard that. She was clad entirely in black that gave her essentially no shape of femininity, strength or weakness. She would disappear when the lights went out and maybe that was the point. <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") gte 2>> <<set $clubJob = "none">> <<face angry>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Oh, I've seen you around. Piece of advice,"<</speech>> she was already turning away, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Don't shit where you eat. There's lots of clubs. But no jobs for //you// here."<</speech>> And that was it. I shook my head in disbelief at how quick and easy that was for her. It didn't seem to bear any extra portent or meaning behind it. I didn't feel like my cover was blown or something. I also didn't feel like I was ''that'' much of a frequenter that would have mattered. <br><br> But it did. <br><br> I walked out, ashamed to make eye contact with any of the people I had seen on the way in. They didn't give me a second thought or look. <br><br> Shit. Well, I was going to have to keep working other angles, but working here was not going to be one of them. <br><br> I got back to the RedDoorz and avoided any report on what had happened. This kind of failure was not something that I think would have been well-received. I fought off the feeling of messing up and depression as best I could and then went to sleep, ready to try again [[tomorrow|HomeBase]]. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age is -2>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Not going to ask your age, but I don't see people being comfortable with //you// slinging drinks. Confused more than anything."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it. Okay. So, no bartending, but there are a couple of options. You seem like a partier to me. Which is good! But I'm not sure you're up for the kind of jobs we have here."<</speech>> There was a pregnant pause. She was waiting for me to show alarm or bolt. This was going to be far from the most surprising thing that had been said or offered to me in my life. I don't think I flinched. <br><br> Her lower lip pressed forward a bit, maybe surprised, maybe impressed, maybe both. <div id="clubChoice"> <<crossroads #clubChoice>> <<path false>> "We have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path false>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <<path>> "You ever bartend before? It's the usual way that girls start to work for us." //Start//. That was interesting. And disconcerting? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Body.age is -1>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"How old //are// you? I'm not sure I feel comfortable with you behind the bar. Guests shouldn't be concerned having //you// pour them drinks."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it."<</speech>> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path>> "Okay. Maybe I think we might be able to swing you as a bartender...but you hide if cops show." <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path false>> "Otherwise, we have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path false>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Well. What kind of job //are// you looking for?"<</speech>> I wasn't sure exactly what to say. How much about the goings-on here did I know, was I supposed to know. <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it."<</speech>> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path>> "You ever bartend before? It's the usual way that girls start to work for us." //Start//. That was interesting. And disconcerting? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path false>> "Otherwise, we entertain our clients. How do you feel about dancing?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path false>> A considered pause, "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<set $mindCorruption += 2>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<<run $Memories.push("Knows Peaches")>> <div id="job"> My mind kept going back to the moment at the party when Datu had...tried to hire me? <br><br> I wasn't entirely sure what kinds of jobs they had (though I had some ideas after the party), nor was I really sure that I would entertain //any// or ''all'' of the possible types of 'employment' the club might have, but...why be on the outside when I could be on the inside? <br><br> I hated that I was also thinking that there was some //other// reason he wanted me working for him. <<if visited("M002 - Night2End")>> Did he remember the last time he saw me? Is //that// why he wanted me? <<elseif visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX")>> Did he know about me being at the Club before? <</if>> <br><br> Was it simply that I was young and attractive...like his other girls? My mind couldn't let that be //just// it. <br><br> I worked on a bowl of noodles for lunch as I considered going. Was I just going to ask for Datu? <br><br> And then what...just work in that cesspool? EROS, I'm sure, was overjoyed at the 'opportunity,' but then what? What did an agent do? <br><br> Man, did I wish I had been given some training. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> My thoughts wandered to what training had been for Angelo, for Nate, <<if $angeloTalk is true>>for Alice, <</if>>for...my mother. <<if $angeloTalk is true>> Was it an expansion of the evaluation with Alice and Angelo? Firing ranges, hand-to-hand combat, maybe lectures and training on the subtleties of reading and manipulating people? Crafting profiles and mission plans on targets under the guidance and supervision of agents that had come before and knew from experience what worked and what didn't. <<else>> Was it classrooms and ranges like Quantico? Was it under the tutelage of agents who had come before and knew the ins and outs of the field? Was it practicums and live tests to really put the screws to potential agents? Was there a failure and wash out percentage? How the fuck did EROS agents even get recruited anyway? Did they ''apply''? <</if>> <br><br> No matter what it was, it had to be more than simply throwing a school-aged girl to the wolves and seeing if she could stop an international threat. Yeah. <br><br> Training would have been nice. <br><br> I finished my noodles, resigned to this fate. Back to RedDoorz, I got dressed and set out to get myself a <<link "job">><<replace "#job">> <<image framed "passage/M002-ClubJob.png">> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> Clubs always have a weird, far more seedy air about them during the non-party hours. Questionable when dark, crowded and sweaty -- worse in the light of day. Club ZZYZX was no different. <br><br> This early, there was no haze, no music, definitely no laser lights. The intoxicating quality of the club was gone and it was simply a boxy place with room enough for a lot of people to get close together and drunk. There was a hint of bleach smell in the air from cleaning. <br><br> I must have looked lost, because that's how I was treated, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Too early. Come back in a few hours."<</speech>> The bouncer was munching on a saucy hotdog, returning to his post by the door that had been vacant long enough for me to come in without being allowed. <<speechPC>>"Oh yeah, totally. Datu asked for me though."<</speechPC>> Dropped the name. <br><br> It got the effect I had expected. He nearly choked on the hotdog. Sauce down the wrong pipe. <<speech "Bouncer">>"I'm...sure he did."<</speech>> His eyes considered my body. He looked at me in a way that felt 'new'. Datu didn't do this often. <<speechPC>>"So...you're gonna take me to him?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bouncer">>"Head that way,"<</speech>> a strong arm swung out, gesturing with the remainder of the hotdog, pointing further towards the back, <<speech "Bouncer">>"Say you're looking for Peaches. You might miss her, but she won't miss you."<</speech>> And with that the gesture returned the dog to his mouth where it disappeared. He turned and left me to my own devices. <br><br> I walked back, smiling pleasantly at the curious and confused looks on my way. It was mostly women who were mostly some extraction of Asian, some whiter or more Latin than others, some with darker tones. There were a few men, but they all seemed to squarely fall within the range of muscle-bound and big which meant security. The women...I couldn't place the 'employment' but the careers I considered did make me shiver. <<speechPC>>"Peaches?"<</speechPC>> I asked a few times, receiving a few knowing laughs, but they were helpful and kept pointing me further and further on. Beyond the bar. Past the bathrooms. Towards the storage and office spaces in the bowels of the hallways that allowed this place to run. <br><br> For Club ZZYZX being some secret hideout for a villain or at least part of his spider's web, it seemed very...functional and legal. Ish. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Okay. How'd you get back here?"<</speech>> It was sharp, clipped and quick. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Peaches")>>Oh, this one again. <</if>>The cadence spoke more to her...Chinese? upbringing than any tone or accent. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hey. You're Peaches?"<</speechPC>> I grinned, extending my hand. <br><br> Her firm look became a glower and she did not take my hand, but it was a more familiar voice that responded, <<speech "Datu.png">>"Ah. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> His arm dropped around her slight shoulders in a way that made her jerk. He wasn't affectionate often. Ever. <br><br> Now we shook hands, quickly retrieving hers and reverting to a crossed arm stance. She was a slight, hard-edged woman. She certainly didn't seem like a peach. But it also didn't seem like the first time she had heard that. She was clad entirely in black that gave her essentially no shape of femininity, strength or weakness. She would disappear when the lights went out and maybe that was the point. <<speech "Datu.png">>"She's come here for a job."<</speech>> His arm lifted from her neck, both spreading wide, accepting. <<speech "Datu.png">>"So let's get Ms. <<print $CC.surname>> working with us!"<</speech>> Why did he know my last name? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age is -2>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Not going to ask your age, but I don't see people being comfortable with //you// slinging drinks. Confused more than anything."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it. Okay. So, no bartending, but there are a couple of options. You seem like a partier to me. Which is good! But I'm not sure you're up for the kind of jobs we have here."<</speech>> There was a pregnant pause. She was waiting for me to show alarm or bolt. This was going to be far from the most surprising thing that had been said or offered to me in my life. I don't think I flinched. <br><br> Her lower lip pressed forward a bit, maybe surprised, maybe impressed, maybe both. <div id="clubChoice"> <<crossroads #clubChoice>> <<path>> "You ever bartend before? It's the usual way that girls start to work for us." //Start//. That was interesting. And disconcerting? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path false>> "We have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> Datu smiled, maybe a little disappointed? But he left me and Peaches to work out the details of dancing. <br><br> Yeah. Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path false>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? Datu grinned widely. I couldn't maintain eye contact, but he left before it bcame too uncomfortable. <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Body.age is -1>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"How old //are// you? I'm not sure I feel comfortable with you behind the bar. Guests shouldn't be concerned having //you// pour them drinks."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it."<</speech>> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path>> "Okay. Maybe I think we might be able to swing you as a bartender...but you hide if cops show." <<blocked>> $CC.name's bearing doesn't give Tao confidence that she could pull off being a proper-aged bartender. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> No reaction from Datu. He simply turned, leaving me with Peaches. <br><br> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path false>> "Otherwise, we have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> Datu smiled, maybe a little disappointed? But he left me and Peaches to work out the details of dancing. <br><br> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path false>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? Datu grinned widely. I couldn't maintain eye contact, but he left before it bcame too uncomfortable. <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Well. What kind of job //are// you looking for?"<</speech>> I wasn't sure exactly what to say. How much about the goings-on here did I know, was I supposed to know. <<speech "Tao.png">>"American, yeah? On...vacation?"<</speech>> Nodding to each, <<speech "Tao.png">>"For...how long?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, which was true. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it."<</speech>> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path>> "You ever bartend before? It's the usual way that girls start to work for us." //Start//. That was interesting. And disconcerting? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> No reaction from Datu. He simply turned, leaving me with Peaches. <br><br> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path false>> "Otherwise, we entertain our clients. How do you feel about dancing?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> Datu smiled, maybe a little disappointed? But he left me and Peaches to work out the details of dancing. <br><br> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path false>> A considered pause, "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<set $mindCorruption += 2>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> Wait. Was I just going to...jump in head first? Datu grinned widely. I couldn't maintain eye contact, but he left before it bcame too uncomfortable. <br><br> I //was// an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<div id="night2"> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> This club was dangerous. <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">>I knew that after the first night. When I had been attacked the //first// time. <<else>>When Nate and Angelo had told me what was going on here. But also...<</if>>Women seemed up in arms at my mere presence. And the socialization of fighting here seemed far more acceptable than anything I was used to back home. Danger lurked around every corner, not just from the men, not just from some nefarious <<print $ACTI.target>>, but also from any female. <br><br> Hopefully, for tonight at least, I might be able to eschew the weaker sex and focus on the one that might get me closer to accomplishing this mission. <<crossroads #night2>> <<path>> See if there was anyone worth getting to know. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Callum")>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">> There was definitely something going on towards the back. Something important. The way that the workers of the Club acted in deference to that area and also seemed to avoid it, while just 'normal' men were coming and going as if it were just some VIP bathroom... it was suspicious. That much I had picked up on in my little time. So, I performed a little stakeout. Or at least that's what I was pretending it was as I sipped on a tequila hard seltzer. It didn't taste good. So I wasn't drinking it quickly. <br><br> Just for show. Just like whatever was going on...back there. <br><br> A few men approached me, a given. But they were quickly assessed and denied wordlessly. And given my caliber amongst the other women around, they just assumed they weren't valuable enough to be worthy of my attention. Even better than back home. Advantage: me. <br><br> I clocked a couple men in particular. I didn't know what they were doing or who they were, but I began making some mental notes. I'd have to figure out the rest later, but at least I was getting some mental snapshots of the important players. Or...at least players. They had to be playing, right? <br><br> A Western accent chuckling in my ear, shocked me from my reverie: <<speech "Western Man">>"Who'da thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> <br><br> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: It was one of the guys I had noted. A player. He had found me. Little did he know I was looking for him. <<speech "Scotsman">>"Ah, shite."<</speech>> He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, <<speech "Scotsman">>"American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> I made a little head over at the bar. Now was a time I could use it, with a guy I //wanted// around. <<speech "Scotsman">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of these guys would have, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against <<linkexpand "my ass">> <<liftUpDress>> my ass and down to search between my thighs, <<speech "Callum.png">>"How aboot changing venue?"<</speech>> I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <<layeredImage "nightclub1/PNG">> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <<speech "Callum.png">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum.png">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>> <<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightInvestigateElse"> <<crossroads #NightInvestigateElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny') || $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--//nghh f-fuck// I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality is "lesbian">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> I felt my entire body sieze up. I had to relax. I had to //pretend// I wanted him. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>><<growPersonality "Prude">><</if>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum.png">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<hidden $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> <<path $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> I wondered if Callum was here tonight. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> Callum had been one of the guys who might figure into the big picture. So why not start with him? <br><br> I glanced over the couches. No Scotsman. <br><br> Walking past the bar? He probably had drinks brought to him. <br><br> The dance floor. I doubted he was really the type. <br><br> So, that meant I needed to meander. Try and get a peek back behind the curtain. I headed to the back hall. Just me, maybe I was going to the bathroom? Nothing to see here. I moved slowly, giving myself as much of a window as possible before making my move: <<speechPC>>"This is the bathroom, right?"<</speechPC>> I said to no one in particular -- Callum had gone into this room before. <br><br> The door came open. There was no muscle here, surprisingly, no one to stop me. I did stop, though, because I was immediately confronted with a man watching TV, his pants around his calves and a girl between his knees, head bobbing on his prick. Not Callum. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> It was all I could think of to say. He looked over from the TV, the frown turning into intrigue as he took me in. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"Joining the fun? Datu! Who's this piece?"<</speech>> He called out to someone, back further from the lounge -- a sactum more inner. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> <<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. <<speechPC>>"Hi, Datu."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<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>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> A point of fact. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <<speechPC>>"So //this// is where you are all night!"<</speechPC>> A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. <<speechPC>>"I heard there was a VIP room, but it doesn't seem to cater to people like //me//."<</speechPC>> Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <<speechPC>>"D-datu."<</speechPC>> I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> The heat from his breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <<speechPC>>"Dat-tu! W-what are y-you doing?"<</speechPC>> Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She wasn't doing anything, Dat."<</speech>> Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You weren't?"<</speech>> His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She...could be though."<</speech>> The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissipated. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"I think I'm done with this one."<</speech>> The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'm not sure this one is safe."<</speech>> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.push("Knows Nestor")]] !$Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<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. <<speechPC>>"Hi."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<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>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Who the fuck are you."<</speech>> Not a question. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <<speechPC>>"I thought this was the bathroom. My mistake!"<</speechPC>> A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. <<speechPC>>"Is it..."<</speechPC>> I motioned back towards the hallway, <<speechPC>>"More...that way? Or..."<</speechPC>> Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <<speechPC>>"F-fuck. N-no."<</speechPC>> I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> The heat from his breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <<speechPC>>"P-please! W-what are y-you doing?"<</speechPC>> Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She wasn't doing anything, Dat."<</speech>> Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You weren't?"<</speech>> His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She...could be though."<</speech>> The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissipated. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"I think I'm done with this one."<</speech>> The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'm not sure this one is safe."<</speech>> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.push("Knows Nestor")]] !$Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<hidden $Memories.includes("Knows Callum") == false>> <<path>> Do a little snooping. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> There was definitely something going on towards the back. Something important. The way that the workers of the Club acted in deference to that area and also seemed to avoid it, while just 'normal' men were coming and going as if it were just some VIP bathroom... it was suspicious. That much I had picked up on in my little time. So, I performed a little stakeout. Or at least that's what I was pretending it was as I sipped on a tequila hard seltzer. It didn't taste good. So I wasn't drinking it quickly. <br><br> Just for show. Just like whatever was going on...back there. <br><br> A few men approached me, a given. But they were quickly assessed and denied wordlessly. And given my caliber amongst the other women around, they just assumed they weren't valuable enough to be worthy of my attention. Even better than back home. Advantage: me. <br><br> I clocked a couple men in particular. I didn't know what they were doing or who they were, but I began making some mental notes. I'd have to figure out the rest later, but at least I was getting some mental snapshots of the important players. Or...at least players. They had to be playing, right? <br><br> But watching wasn't going to be enough, I needed to find out what was happening back there to get a bit more perspective on my new catalogue of VIPS. Time to get a peek back behind the curtain. <br><br> Leaving my shitty hard tequila behind, I headed to the back hall. Just me, going to the bathroom. Nothing to see here. I moved slowly, giving myself as much of a window as possible before making my move: <<speechPC>>"This is the bathroom, right?"<</speechPC>> I said to no one in particular. <br><br> The door came open. There was no muscle here, surprisingly, no one to stop me. I did stop, though, because I was immediately confronted with a man watching TV, his pants around his calves and a girl between his knees, head bobbing on his prick. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> It was all I could think of to say. He looked over from the TV, the frown turning into intrigue as he took me in. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"Joining the fun? Datu! Who's this piece?"<</speech>> He called out to someone, back further from the lounge -- a sactum more inner. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> <<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. <<speechPC>>"Hi, Datu."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<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>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> A point of fact. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <<speechPC>>"So //this// is where you are all night!"<</speechPC>> A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. <<speechPC>>"I heard there was a VIP room, but I didn't know it doesn't seem to cater to people like //me//."<</speechPC>> Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <<speechPC>>"D-datu."<</speechPC>> I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> The heat from his breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <<speechPC>>"Dat-tu! W-what are y-you doing?"<</speechPC>> Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She wasn't doing anything, Dat."<</speech>> Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You weren't?"<</speech>> His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She...could be though."<</speech>> The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissipated. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"I think I'm done with this one."<</speech>> The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'm not sure this one is safe."<</speech>> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.push("Knows Nestor")]] !$Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<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. <<speechPC>>"Hi."<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<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>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Who the fuck are you."<</speech>> Not a question. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <<speechPC>>"I thought this was the bathroom. My mistake!"<</speechPC>> A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. <<speechPC>>"Is it..."<</speechPC>> I motioned back towards the hallway, <<speechPC>>"More...that way? Or..."<</speechPC>> Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <<speechPC>>"F-fuck. N-no."<</speechPC>> I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> The heat of his breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <<speechPC>>"P-please! W-what are y-you doing?"<</speechPC>> Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She wasn't doing anything, Dat."<</speech>> Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. <<speech "Datu.png">>"You weren't?"<</speech>> His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"She...could be though."<</speech>> The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissipated. <<speech "Man Getting Blown">>"I think I'm done with this one."<</speech>> The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'm not sure this one is safe."<</speech>> <br><br> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.push("Knows Nestor")]] $Personality.traits.includes("Normal", "Slut")>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> <<set $People['AI'].Datu.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel = 0>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<speechPC>>"I'm safe."<</speechPC>> I nodded, trying to ignore how my larynx bumped up and over the edge of the blade a couple times. <br><br> He leaned in, my view only of his hard eyes, <<speech "Datu.png">>"I can trust you with Nestor?"<</speech>> So that was blowjob man's name. I nodded again. I hoped he wasn't making cuts on my throat. It sure felt like it. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Perfect."<</speech>> Nestor purred. Datu stepped back, considering me and removing the weapon from my life veins. The girl was panting on the floor, wiping her face. The man's erection was wet and pulsing quickly as he enjoyed the idea of me being the one to finish him. He stood, one hand holding the slack pants and walked over to me. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"I'll take her from here."<</speech>> I felt a clench in my gut. The trade had been made: body for safety. <<speech "Datu.png">>"This room, though?"<</speech>> He gestured with the blade. It came worryingly close to clipping Nestor's stiffy. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Off limits."<</speech>> I nodded, Nestors arm already around me. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Oh, so I need to--"<</speech>> <<speech "Datu.png">>"Take her elsewhere."<</speech>> Datu had turned, heading back to wherever he had come from. Nestor shrugged and considered the drying erection that was sticking out. He opened the door, me at his side holding his pants with his free hand and heading back out into the club with his cock on full display. I wondered what became of the other girl, but only for a moment. <br><br> From there, it all became about me. I was being paraded through the club and him miraculously maintaining this hard-on like a flag bouncing for everyone to know his status here and that I was going to be on that thing. We received looks from //everyone//. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Peaches")>>Peaches saw as well. I wondered how this registered for her.<<else>>That small Asian woman saw as well. I wondered if she was seeing this as a final victory.<</if>> That bitch from earlier bit a few words off at me as we passed, <<speech "That Bitch">>"'Merican cunt. Taking our good men. She's a slut. She's not worth it."<</speech>> That wasn't what Nestor thought. <br><br> Outside, Nestor needed to use both hands. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Suck my cock."<</speech>> He declared, gesturing to the sidewalk in front of the Club. In front of the bouncer. In front of all the patrons waiting to get inside. Public indecency clearly not a worry on his mind. <br><br> So I got to my knees and continued where the other girl left off. My hands held his pants while my mouth held his cock. I felt the hard concrete under my knees and against my toes. I felt the air whipping by behind me and the sound of passing cars. I could sense people in line or going about their business recording this. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<state aroused>>I had never been so on display. My pussy was wet and ready for Nestor.<</if>> <br><br> Nestor was concentrating on his phone, calling a ride-share while he passively received my <<linkexpand "head.">> head. <<face 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, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Holy. Fuck."<</speech>> The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. I held still. Looking up at him as I hid his cock fully in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. He held me there, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. I wasn't going to gag, but I would die of asphyxiation. I tried to pull back, at my limits. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head, holding me there. My vision started to blur at the edges. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh. Uh."<</speech>> Another shake of his head. I was going to die after all. Dots in my vision, blackness closing its shutter on my eyes. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh."<</speech>> I felt my heartbeat in my head. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Uh."<</speech>> And then he let go. I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, wondering how close to passing out I had been. I heard people clapping. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<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, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Holy. Fuck."<</speech>> The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. I held still. Looking up at him as I hid his cock fully in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Fuck. Fine."<</speech>> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<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, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Holy. Fuck."<</speech>> The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. Looking up at him as I hid most of his cock in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Fuck. Fine."<</speech>> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<else>> <<SexSkill oral>> It pained me to see how little he seemed to care. No reaction to having my mouth massaging his cock. I was no better than the girl back in the lounge. Despite his interest in me, I felt worthless, down in front of him and everyone else as he ignored me. Then, done with his app, he looked down at me and thought, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Aw come on. Really?"<</speech>> and sighed. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Here. Let me help."<</speech>> He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Fuck. Fine."<</speech>> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Come on."<</speech>> He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Datu")>> <<speechPC>>"I. I'm."<</speechPC>> The sound of my voice would have been comical if I hadn't been in dire fear of my life. The blade made it hard for my larynx to move unobstructed. My nasal passages pinched, I tried to talk, <<speechPC>>"S-sorry. R-really. I'll g-go."<</speechPC>> Datu considered me. Then the lounge. The girl panting on the floor, wiping her face. The man losing his erection, realizing I wouldn't be helping him with it, <<speech "Flaccid Man">>"Fuck, really? Datu. Just make her."<</speech>> I felt a clench in my gut. This man had the power, the violence, and the weapon to do exactly that. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Go."<</speech>> Luckily, he decided I wasn't a risk. Or the man wasn't worth enough to him, <<speech "Datu.png">>"This."<</speech>> He gestured with the blade to the room and then pointed it back at my stomach, <<speech "Datu.png">>"Off limits."<</speech>> I nodded like a bobble-head, hand grasping for the door handle and trying to squeeze myself out and away as fast as I could manage. My eyes wouldn't leave the blade. I felt like it was still pointed straight at me as I hurried back down the hall, pushing haphazardly through the crowd. My head was pounding, I was breathing too fast. I felt my hands starting to clench, my feet losing the ability to walk -- my toes were curling. <br><br> Outside, in front of the bouncer that had restrained me earlier, I buckled over and breathed deeply, hands on my thighs. I gulped for breath, ignoring whatever I was showing. When death is in the rear-view mirror, decency goes out the window. <br><br> They ignored me. Just a show for the evening and not something that disturbed anyone. Not the men waiting to come inside. Not the club muscle. No one came to check on me -- even out of false care. <br><br> I recovered. Hands on my head, I began walking the way back to RedDoorz. Night two was over. I was not about to head back in and confront the blade again. <br><br> If I was going to try to investigate as a patron, I would need a very clear plan of action. Winging it was going to land me in a dumpster. <br><br> I had avoided trading my body for my safety and gotten away. I wasn't sure that would be the case in the [[future|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
<<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<skillChecked "Perception">> The car ride was unsurprisingly more of the same. He really enjoyed having some girl sucking his cock. Occasionally he'd guide me, usually, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Not yet."<</speech>> And make me hold off for a moment. Other times it was another test of my limits. In the meantime, he worked at his phone. <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> He had a habit of mouthing out his messages as if he was speaking them first. Enough repeating of certain things and I started to see some consistent words: Datu. Nin-yo. Something like that. People he was communicating with. So, he was working with Datu. I wondered how closely and in regards to what. The club? Me right now? Other girls? Or the bigger operation, whatever that was. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I think he was mouthing things from time to time, but I was too focused on my own mouthing to take note. <</if>> <br><br> And then we had arrived. He actually tucked himself into his pants, though they were massively uncomfortable and did nothing to hide his state. At least he demurred complete lewdity when he was at his residence. <br><br> A very standard apartment building. Somwhere more centrally located in Manila based on how long the ride was. The Atrium. Okay, pretty whatever name. The doorman nodded to him as we passed, taking zero note of me, my running makeup, his flagging slacks, or that I was being brought home late at night and a new face. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"So. You know Datu?"<</speech>> Some conversation! We were taking the elevator up. <<skillChecked "Previous Experience and Club Job">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I work there."<</speechPC>> Now I had time to consider the man. The only thing remarkable about him was his similarity to Datu. I could have sworn they were twins, or related, or maybe that was just me not being too familiar with Filipinos in my life. I hated that my brain was thinking they 'looked the same'. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Work. There...really."<</speech>> He smiled and looked me over. <<if $employedZZYZX == true && $clubJob !== "whore">> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"Not one of //them//."<</speechPC>> I chuckled. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Eh, looks different now. Moving up in the ranks. I could put in a good word for you."<</speech>> <br><br> My chuckle became awkward at best, <<speechPC>>"I'll...think about it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Best of both worlds. I like your thinking. A little early access for me, too."<</speech>> He groped my ass, realizing he was getting. <<elseif $employedZZYZX == true>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel -->> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, why do you think Datu sent me off with you? Who else would be in that back room?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Good point."<</speech>> He seemed a little displeased with that response. I was nothing special to him. Someone he could have gotten any night. <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel += 2>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, we've crossed paths before."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Seen that side of him?"<</speech>> He grinned lasciviously, he liked my response in a way I couldn't really understand. <<speechPC>>"Datu's got a short fuse."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He groped hard at my ass, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"So you're a free agent, eh?"<</speech>> I didn't know how to respond to that, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Lucky me."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Datu")>> <<speechPC>>"Not til tonight."<</speechPC>> I shook my head. Now I had time to consider the man. The only thing remarkable about him was his similarity to Datu. I could have sworn they were twins, or related, or maybe that was just me not being too familiar with Filipinos in my life. I hated that my brain was thinking they 'looked the same'. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Not his best side."<</speech>> He chuckled, reaching over to touch the tender place on my neck. Where the blade had been. Was there a mark? I wanted to tuck and cover. I resisted the urge. <<if $employedZZYZX == true>> <<if $clubJob !== "whore">> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"I do work there, though. Just haven't crossed paths with him before."<</speechPC>> He cocked his head, curious. <<speechPC>>"Not one of //them//."<</speechPC>> I chuckled. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Eh, looks different now. Moving up in the ranks. I could put in a good word for you."<</speech>> My chuckle became awkward at best, <<speechPC>>"I'll...think about it."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Best of both worlds. I like your thinking. A little early access for me, too."<</speech>> He groped my ass, realizing he was getting. <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel -->> <<speechPC>>"I do work there, though. Just haven't crossed paths with him before."<</speechPC>> He cocked his head, curious. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, why do you think Datu sent me off with you? Who else would be in that back room?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Good point."<</speech>> He seemed a little displeased with that response. I was nothing special to him. Someone he could have gotten any night. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel += 2>> He groped hard at my ass, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"So you're a free agent, eh?"<</speech>> //Agent//?! I didn't know how to respond to that, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Just random chance...why were you even back there? Chose the right 'wrong' bathroom, I guess. Lucky me."<</speech>> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> The elevator doors sighed open and he brought me home, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"I'm Nestor, by the way."<</speech>> Oh, such a gentleman. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I tried to be as warm as I could in the moment. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Lovely name. Just so you know, this may be quicker than you expected. I've been ready to nut for an hour already. She was going such a great job back there."<</speech>> Well, upside, I guess. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"And you too, of course."<</speech>> He was unbuckling and undoing his pants as soon as we walked in the door. I thought he might cum from relief of the pants restraint when they opened again, freeing his adamantine cock. <<speechPC>>"Oh, okay."<</speechPC>> What was I supposed to say anyway? <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Here."<</speech>> He tugged me by the hip towards the kitchen. Okay. No bedroom. Okay. I looked around, wondering if I could make anything out of his nondescript apartment. Access denied to the most mundane of rooms. A part of me surprised I was still being a good spy and a part of me decrying how crazy it would be to push my luck. <br><br> And then he pulled a kitchen knife from the <<linkexpand "block.">> block. <<image framed "passage/M002-Night2Sex-knife.png">> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks and State">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>> <<face ahego>><<state aroused>> I froze. Fuck. Why did I feel my pussy just clench in excitement. He could //kill// me. <<else>> <<face worried>> I froze. He pulled me closer anyway, brandishing it with a cold laugh that froze my blood. Maybe I wouldn't be getting out alive after all.<</if>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"I saw how much you liked this."<</speech>> The heat in his voice told me how much //he// had liked it earlier. His unarmed hand was pushing me forward onto the marble counter. The blade was at my throat. My vision froze, locked in on the living room beyond, just not wanting to die. Not to make any misstep. Now in position, he had the ability to feel up <<linkexpand "between my legs.">> <<liftUpDress>> between my legs. <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Oh, fuck. You //loved// this."<</speech>> He pulled the edge of the blade tighter against my throat. Luckily, he didn't sharpen his kitchen utensils.<</if>> <br><br> He was behind me. He was <<linkexpand "inside me.">> <<dollRearView>> inside me. <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>> <<face ahego>> I was wet, unsurprisingly. He was harder than I think I'd ever felt a guy. The insertion was ballsdeep and effortless. <<else>> <<face hurt2>> I wasn't wet. No surprise there. He was harder than I think I'd ever felt a guy. Him being so hard meant he could stab it in without effort. Me being not ready meant that //hurt//.<</if>> <br><br> He drew my head up with the edge of his kitchen blade. This time I was getting cut. I wanted my heart to stop pounding so hard, but having a guy ramming home inside my pussy made that impossible. I could feel the pulse against the metal, each heartbeat threatening that the gush of blood would cause me to open and the blood to come ''out''. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> 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.">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound5 pussy2 thighs3>> promised. He was cumming furiously, cramming himself inside me insistently as his cock rocketed off inside me so fast and so hard. <br><br> Luckily, the knife clattered to the countertop rather than taking off my head. <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. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Pleasure. Meeting. You. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He gave solid hits against my backside with those last words, announcing his full completion. He yanked free and laughed, triumphantly watching some of what he released become released from me, <<speech "Nestor.png">>"Oh I fuckin' messed you up. Better send you home to shower. Can't clean that up here."<</speech>> I didn't disagree. It was coursing slow and thickly over my labia and thighs. I tried to laugh with him. <br><br> Unfortunately, he didn't give me the opportunity to do any searching, despite my cum-filled state. <<speech "Nestor.png">>"I'll report back positively to my brother."<</speech>> He said, depositing me outside his door. <br><br> So, I hadn't been racist! <br><br> Maybe a small silver lining to my cum-crusted cloud. <<if $Body.fertile>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Nestor" M "Nestor, Datu's brother, who fucked me so I wasn't killed" 31 "asian">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Nestor" M "Nestor, Datu's brother, who fucked me so I wasn't killed" "age: 31" "ethnicity: asian">> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Not to mention: I was [[alive|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Not to mention: I was [[alive|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I was a sopping mess when we climbed out of the black car and into the lobby of an upscale condo. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Li'l home away from home,"<</speech>> he smiled proudly as he escorted me through the wall-to-wall marble to the bay of elevators. Inside though, he seemed to forget where we were going, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Hmm...which...one..."<</speech>> He eyed the rows of buttons while his hand returned between my thighs and feeling there his gaze turned to me with a broad, self-assured grin, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fuck, lass. You wan' dis."<</speech>> The shove he got was more than firm, his dress shoes slipping slightly on the floor, <<speechPC>>"So. Find the button."<</speechPC>> I was frustrated as all hell right then, but even still, I had to laugh when he thrust his hand against my pussy again, <<speechPC>>"The...other...but-ton,"<</speechPC>> grunting out as I guided his moist fingers away from me and to the panel. <br><br> He relented, depressing one of them and leaning back against the mirrored walls, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Better than yer digs, innit?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"A mite bit."<</speechPC>> My eyes flashed at him, assuming a mocking bit of his accent as I grabbed his belt buckle and let my fingers __slowly__ flip the latch and tug the leather off the clasp, <<speechPC>>"But I'm not some big, bad powerbroker in the Philippines."<</speechPC>> I made sure that my efforts caressed the mostly-solid erection he was sporting. It was his turn to be worked up and frustrated. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Have yer own kind of power, in my opinion."<</speech>> His words affected a chestier quality, but he was trying to retain his collected attitude even as his slacks relaxed, the strap cinching them sliding free from the loops. My hand was drawing the slack out, grabbing and pulling close to his fly, stroking up and back and feeling his own heat. The door dinged and we stepped out into the hallway, the belt trailing along the carpet behind me, hanging loose from my hand. <<speech "Callum.png">>"What're ye gunna be doin' with that?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, you'll get it back. Don't you worry."<</speechPC>> A flick of my wrist and the belt was like a snake, suddenly flicking up and striking against his side. It was playful and I was <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO" || $CC.hometown == "AL">>only vaguely familiar with using a whip<<else>>only familiar with how whips were used in the movies<</if>>, and he took it in stride, stumbling back as if a cowed animal, warding me with his hands. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach! Oo-kayy, oo-kay!"<</speech>> He was loving the interplay. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I was fascinating to him and someone he'd remember.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>> <</if>>He unlocked the door to his place and ushered me in with a gentlemanly flair, <<speech "Callum.png">>"After ye."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're right. I want it. Where's the fucking bedroom?"<</speechPC>> I flicked the improvised whip at him again, smirking as he grabbed the end before it dropped and tugged me along like it was a leash. I laughed and tripped along, trying to ditch my <<linkexpand "shoes">> shoes<<feet>> on the way. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex.png">> It was a gorgeous place. Well-attended and <<skillChecked "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>despite the cleanliness, I could tell he'd been staying here more than a couple days at least because it felt lived-in.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>>either he was neat, newly in town, or had a maid.<</if>> He had money -- not necessarily a //ton// because it was Manila, but a place like this back home would have run him <<if $CC.hometown is "AL">>a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NO">>half a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NY">>a few million, easy.<<elseif $CC.hometown is "LA">>a couple million, easy.<<else>>a million or so, especially downtown.<</if>> And now the question was: where was the money coming from and was any of it to do with why we was at the Club tonight? <br><br> I stumbled hard towards him. He had pulled ''hard'' and I was against him and suddenly pinned against the bed. The belt was between us, me holding the buckle end, him holding the tip. Right. As my body insisted: investigate later. Fuck now. <br><br> Now that I had //started// this belt-play...how was it going to go down. Our eyes were locked on each other's, the decision percolating to the surface. <br><br> <div id="NightSex"> <<crossroads #NightSex>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie //him//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<set $Stats.Kinks.pushUnique("Domination")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<skillChecked "Kinks and Clothes Worn">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Male hands tied to the headboard by a belt <<image framed "passage/HandsTied.png">> */ My gaze hardened. I felt the fond excitement of taking control. I yanked the belt from his hand. It came easily, especially given what end of the stick he had. <<speechPC>>"Get on the bed."<</speechPC>> He did. I crawled up beside him -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I moved aside his body. He knew what was coming, his arms going up over his head towards where I was about to loop and strap his wrists together with his own clothing. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Fiesty."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. I pulled //tight// and his chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though his eyes quested for mine, I ignored him, looking over his form and deciding what came next. <br><br> In another time, another situation, I would have drawn this out. Relished in having him essentially under my control, a man like him, a man his size, a man his age. Mine. Instead, my pussy was about to murder me. So I unzipped his fly and maybe pulled too hard, because the button popped free, flying across the room as I tugged his expensive slacks down enough to free his cock. <br><br> It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>Now the ease of access was going to work to my advantage! <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>><<else>>I tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as I yanked.<</if>> <<else>>I worked my own soaked clothing <<link "off">><<lower>><<panties>><</link>> quick and roughly.<</if>> And then, ready to go, I climbed up and over him, grabbing his base as I lined it up. The slickness of his precum lubed cock was completely lost in the sopping wetness of my pussy. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get a condom, lass. You dinnae where I've been. Or want te knae."<</speech>> It prickled that it felt like the power dynamic shifted in that moment. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Kinks">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<pregCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <</if>> I didn't care. Except about control. I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock without a condom. Dumb move, <<print $CC.name>>, but it was in the heat of the moment and too late now. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>>Really hot move, though. My hips jerked erratically, panting out as I came, thinking about him filling me with his cum. He chuckled and I gave a squeaking laugh back, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole.<</if>> I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> grin. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy2 thighs2>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. On."<</speech>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I figured it didn't matter. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane."<</speech>> <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? <<set _outro = "jillingAlt">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Right. And though it came at the cost of momentum and a bit of control, I took his direction to the sidetable and slid one on him right as I was sticking him inside me. I couldn't wait a moment longer. <br><br> I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> grin. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. I was glad he had it on, because even if I //wanted// to move right now, I didn't trust my body. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up the condom for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. I was glad for the condom because I don't know if I could have gotten off him in time. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. Thank god for it, because at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> <<set _text = "SleepText">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Come. On."<</speech>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. Thank god for the condom. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae had a girl try that before."<</speech>> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him and made the requisite trip to the bathroom. I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<set _outro = "jilling">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie __me__. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<dollRearView>> <<face ahego>> <<set $Stats.Kinks.pushUnique("Submission")>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and SexSkills">> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Sex-Belt.png">> He saw my gaze stayed soft. I felt the fond excitement of a guy taking control. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. I knew what was coming, so I flipped my arms up over my head towards where he was about to loop and strap my wrists together with his own belt. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He took his time, leaving me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed. It //was// kind of hot that he was maintaining such control.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he pushed my thighs apart and climbed up and onto me, grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> I arched and bucked. It was a squeal of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped back, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my chest, gripping each tit, as he began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as he watched me squirm, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking up at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he made long, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I gasped and rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt really dig in at my wrists. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge grin. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Y-yes. There."<</speechPC>> I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained nearing my peak. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was receding as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> 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? <<set _outro = "jillingHard">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breath play')>> Knowing it could cinch meant I could be breathless shortly. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Breath play. <<contents>> <<dollRearView>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and SexSkills">> He saw my gaze stayed soft, I lifted my chin to bare my throat. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. He looped it around my neck suddenly, firmly and cinched closed. Loose, but the threat was there. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. He pulled at the strap and my vision became red, my breathing stopped and he smiled as I tensed instinctively, mouth open. My hand grasping at his pant leg. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next as he held the grip. <<layeredImage "breathplay1/PNG">> Then he slackened and I gasped out, coughing. Spots dotted what I saw as he left me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed the belt again with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head lifted as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as my breaths became difficult and he was grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. Though I made no sound, it was a motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my back, releasing the grip to let me breathe a moment as he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he grasped the belt again and pulled. I couldn't breathe again and he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt buckle really dig in my throat. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> I could feel the blood pulsing in my head. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. //"Fuck. Y-yes. There."// I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...and of the threat of death. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> 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? <<set _outro = "jillingHard">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <<path>> We didn't need it. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Night2Sex-CrumpledBelt.png">> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> He saw my gaze stayed soft. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. It dropped to the floor, no longer needed. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Gorgeous."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. Our eyes met intermittently as he looked over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<linkexpand "wearing">> wearing<<upper>><<lower>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>He tugged my underwear <<linkexpand "down">>down<<panties>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</linkexpand>><</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed my hair with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head arched uncomfortably as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as I squeaked in surprise, feeling him lining up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> A sharp noise and motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he pulled harder on my hair like a rein, his other hand smacking down on the small of my back. Then, he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him -- not an easy angle over my shoulder as my hair tugged at the root -- he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress at the waist and making my spine ache with the pull of my hair. <<speech "Callum.png">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He said it, but I was thinking it. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body 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.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('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.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body 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.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <<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, <<speech "Callum.png">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum.png">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> 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? <<set _outro = "jillingHard">> <<include "M002 - NightSex_Outro">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<SexSkill intercourse>> <<if _text == "SleepText">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. //"Okay,"// I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, //"I don't think poking around his place...right now... would be a great idea."// Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <</if>> <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club" "age: 34" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> <<if _outro == "jilling">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _outro == "jillingHard">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _outro == "jillingAlt">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my semen-coated slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<else>> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> <<if _outro == "jilling">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _outro == "jillingHard">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _outro == "jillingAlt">> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my semen-coated slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <<else>> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $clubJob = "bar">> <<set $employedZZYZX = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> It sounded like the perfect fit: everyone made their way to the bar when they came to the club. People would want to talk to me. I wouldn't have to spend any extra time with anyone I didn't want to because there were always drinks to be made. While it wouldn't let me get up-close-and-personal, it would allow me a way to rapidly assess who might be important or interesting. And, I might overhear things. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay. Follow me."<</speech>> The little lady who reminded me somewhat of Edna Mode brought me down the hallway, giving a shoulder to the supply closet door and began picking through cardboard boxes. She pulled out black, lycra articles and lazily held them up in front of me, giving a quick eye over before discarding and trying another. Eventually, she had determined what would be the best fit. With that material, I doubted that much of the decision mattered. It'd stretch to cover or not cover whatever it was intended to, give or take. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Get some shoes to go with this. They can't see them often, but don't go wearing some shitty sneakers."<</speech>> I wasn't sure if that was a comment about what I was wearing or an experience she was recalling. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, of course."<</speechPC>> The scant cloth hung from my fingers, reiterating to me how little their bartenders wore. That I'd be wearing. <<speech "Tao.png">>"I can swing you a shift...tomorrow at the soonest. That okay? You're not going to be kicked out of...wherever you're staying?"<</speech>> We were moving back towards the main club space with intention -- she had things to do. <<speechPC>>"No, no that's fine. I'll be here."<</speechPC>> Good, little eager new-employee energy. <<speech "Tao.png">>"It'll be training on the fly, if you haven't done this before. Tips you get are tips you earn. It can get a little aggressive behind the bar, just...so you know."<</speech>> She smiled wryly. She certainly enjoyed watching the catfighting over the cashflow and wasn't going to do anything to alleviate cut-throat behavior. <<speechPC>>"Sounds good to me."<</speechPC>> She raised an eyebrow, not believing it actually sounded good, but it added to my need for the job, some desperation, which seemed in line with her expectations. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run."<</speech>> I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Then, barely within earshot over her shoulder and at my retreating form, <<speech "Tao.png">>"And never call me //that// again."<</speech>> <br> I wouldn't. <br><br> So, no employment forms, no ID or other documentation. That was a good thing. It made all of this easy. But it also made me wonder if I'd be receiving a paycheck weekly, biweekly -- but why did that matter, I was an agent. I had the cash I needed. But they did need to //believe// I was paycheck-to-paycheck. So, note to self that I keep on Tao about a paycheck as soon as it seemed appropriate. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Inventory">> I tossed my new pair of 'underwear' on my bed at the RedDoorz, snapped a quick text off while I had WiFi, <<call>>"Hired: Bar girl at the club. Lady named Tao seems in charge,"<</call>> and then headed out to the nearby mall to acquire some appropriate footwear. <br><br> Returning an hour later, I had gotten a response: <<call "EROS">>"Good news. Apprise with any new details."<</call>> I wondered who was on the other end of the messages. I wondered if there was some sort of short-hand, rules of communication that I would need to abide by. But they hadn't said anything. I'd just...play it safe? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent using a hairdryer, some of my makeup, <<if $Inventory.includes("Dildo") || $Inventory.includes("Vibrator")>>my personal pleasure device,<</if>> and my toothbrush cup as fake bottles. YouTube was a massive resource for bartenders and while I was doing some memorization of what went into certain drinks, mostly I was trying to get some flair with how I was going to pour. I didn't want to look like a complete dope. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of leaning casually on the bartop to eavesdrop. It was all silly, but I had no frame of reference for anything else. <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being behind that bar, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]].
<<set $M2.visitedClubJobDay1 = true>> <div id="job1"> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<skillChecked "Stable">> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and being a fucking //whore//. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 2>>Tears streamed down my face, making me redo my makeup multiple times. I felt dirty and I hadn't even done anything. What was I thinking?<<else>>I felt a flutter in my chest. Anxiety and fear, a panic attack that I was just keeping at bay. Thoughts of my dirtiness kept surfacing and I had to quash them. What was I thinking?<</if>> But here I was. The mission needed to be a success and this was my way in. <br><br> Make-up finally ready, I had to figure out what I was going to wear. What was a girl selling her body supposed to put on? Did I want to be enticing or subtle? How much attention did I want to be getting? How much did I really //want// to be getting paid and laid? <br><br> Irrespective, I did need to get <<linkexpand "dressed">> <<showDossier wardrobe>> dressed. <br><br> Okay. I guess that was it. I did a few more looks in the mirror that threatened to fall off the door. Maybe I was delaying the inevitable or improving how it all looked. Final looks. The word 'final' entering my mind had a panic attack cresting again, so before I broke down, I headed <<linkexpand "out the door.">> out the door. <br><br> A brand-spanking-new sex worker left the RedDoorz and off to my place of 'employment'. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. I wondered how many others staying there were selling their bodies. If I had told FDB (front desk bitch), would she even bat an eye? <br><br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Run down urban street scene, people walking to work <<image framed "passage/M002_ClubJobDay1_Street.png">> */ My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> I didn't see any of the other girls, or at least no one stood out as being one of the 'put-out patrol'. I bit my lip, considering the thrumming machine that was the club preparing for the night. Was I too early? Where were the other girls? <<speech "Tao.png">>"You early."<</speech>> Tao was behind me, quiet (until those words) like a ninja. If she had wanted me dead, call me a corpse, <<speech "Tao.png">>"All this cock--"<</speech>> she pointed around. Barring the errant bouncer, the few men that //were// present at the moment were either likely underage (was that a thing here?) barbacks or overage cleaning crew, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Off-limits."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Right. Yeah, I just noticed. And...of course."<</speechPC>> I head dipping with a serious nod to let her know I would never consider any staff as prospects, <<speechPC>>"I just figured early is on-time. Ya know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"For the guys with you? Earlier the better."<</speech>> A caustic laugh and she was gone, flipping through her little notebook. <br><br> Either she wasn't a fan of my class of 'employee' or she enjoyed making me feel bad about it. I didn't need shame. I was sure I'd get enough of that later. <br><br> Well, I wasn't going to walk back to...walk back here. I dropped myself onto one of the couches that seemed to be the 'whore-rea' and spent the time that I had watching how this place worked. <br><br> The bargirls were getting their stations ready. The barbacks helping them get stocked and prepped for the evening. One by one, the girls went to go get changed -- it looked like in a store room in the back hallway -- and came out with their body on parade. Interesting, they probably looked more whorish and available than I did. Maybe as a kind of cover and protection of us? Or maybe because all the girls were selling themselves and their bodies in one way or another. <br><br> The lights began to dim, I felt the AC kick on //hard//, and heard the hum that preceded the rise in haze across the floor. <br><br> A booth, elevated adjacent and above the dance floor, was now occupied by the DJ -- a spiked-hair guy who was wearing sunglasses inside, at night -- who began by assaulting my ears with an erratic flipping through tracks. I guess he hadn't prepared his set list or had decided that __now__ was the appropriate time to change things up. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait for it to end. <br><br> Then the parade of dancers. Unlike the bartenders who had a 'uniform' to reveal and offer their bodies, these girls seemed to have a bit more control and personal style to the same display. You could essentially see every inch of them, but there was an extra sexiness that came with the character they brought with their ensemble. Miniskirts, hotshorts, super-tight and super-low rise pants; boots, sneakers, heels; croptops, halters, bikini tops -- it ran the gamut, but still, they looked far more 'whorish' than I did, or any of the girls who were now joining me on the couches. At least in my opinion. <br><br> The workers had assembled. My first night was about to begin. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> Go find Tara. Could be a touchstone and guardian for me. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't know Tara. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<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. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I settled on the couch next to her as if it were just the two of us, roomies, at home. It was a weird, relaxed attitude to take with what was going on. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Oh hey!"<</speech>> She grinned, turning her upper body to take me in, an elbow shifting up onto the back of the couch as she rested her head against it, flicking her hair free and away behind her. And then the confusion set in, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Wait. Are you..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> A tight-toothed smile and slight shrug were all I could offer. I knew from before that //this// was exactly what she was warning me against. Yet here I was, <<speechPC>>"I didn't //not// listen to you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Looks like you did exactly that." <</speech>> My shoulders turned to mirror hers, <<speechPC>>"No, no, it's--"<</speechPC>> I couldn't tell her why. Not really. <<speechPC>>"A long story. I didn't have like, any options."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Yeah. I said that. This is the trap. And now, well...I'm not chewing your foot free."<</speech>> She sighed, looking off as the potential johns began to filter into the club. They eyed us down like prey, the couches the vice that wouldn't let us get away. <<speechPC>>"I'll explain."<</speechPC>> Another sigh. It was deep, labored, and pregnant with something emotional, <<speech "Tara.png">>"You don't need to. //I// need to make sure you don't get gobbled up."<</speech>> She stood decisively, flicking her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Let's [[dance|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]."<</speech>> <<path>> See if I could make some connections with the girls. We're stronger as a pack. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel -->> <<skillChecked "Age">> They were all so pretty. But even in the dim light I could tell that youth or beauty didn't hide their haggardness. Their souls seemed to hang loose on them as if holding on by fingertips, threatening to slip free at any moment. <br><br> Beyond my soul's firm attachment, I still stood out like a sore thumb. I was so, //so// clearly Western. So blatantly American. <<if $Body.age is -2>>And despite their youth, I was younger.<<elseif $Body.age is -1>>Though I was about their age.<<elseif $Body.age is 0>>And older than any of them. Barring Tara, who had me by a good margin.<<else>> So much older than any of them. Barring Tara.<</if>> Most decisively, though: new. Fresh, 'unspoiled', and novel. /* IMAGE (Needed): A slutty dressed woman sitting on a large, dark cushy couch in a club, lost in the glow of her phone. <<image framed "passage/ClubJobWhore.png">> */ I scooted my ass over to the nearest one, lost in the glow of her phone. Didn't seem like the best approach to //be// approached. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> Nothing. I repeated myself, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I wondered it if was purposeful or not. I tried a third time. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Hm?"<</speech>> Her lips tightened. Her tired eyes flicked from her screen to me and immediately back. <<speechPC>>"Oh uh, sorry. I'm--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I looked up. Those green eyes were unmistakable. They were especially striking given that they looked extra-special on her: her mahogany complexion, raven hair and eastern features all spoke of a woman who would greet you with a black or brown set, not the jade that would have been uncanny even on a white girl from Ireland. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Hey. What are //you// doing."<</speech>> Her hands were on her hips and she was looking down her nose at me pointedly. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> A tight-toothed smile and slight shrug were all I could offer. I knew from before that //this// was exactly what she was warning me against. Yet here I was, <<speechPC>>"I didn't //not// listen to you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Looks like you did exactly that." <</speech>> I considered turning away from the one girl (who must have been massively uncomfortable right then, if she was aware), <<speechPC>>"No, no, it's--"<</speechPC>> I couldn't tell Tara why. Not really. <<speechPC>>"A long story. I didn't have like, any options."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Yeah. I said that. This is the trap. And now, well...I'm not chewing your foot free."<</speech>> She sighed, looking off as the potential johns began to filter into the club. They eyed us down like prey, the couches the vice that wouldn't let us get away. <<speechPC>>"I'll explain."<</speechPC>> Another sigh. It was deep, labored, and pregnant with something emotional, <<speech "Tara.png">>"You don't need to. //I// need to make sure you don't get gobbled up."<</speech>> Her hands left her hips and she flicked her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Let's dance."<</speech>> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> "It's okay, I'll stay here." <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel -->> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Fine. Go get fucked."<</speech>> And she was gone. <br><br> Laughing uncomfortably, I turned back to the other girl, <<speechPC>>"Ha. What's up with--"<</speechPC>> The girl was gone, too. <br><br> A tightness formed in my throat. It was hard to swallow. <br><br> I found another girl and tried with her, but before I could open my mouth and get the constricted sounds free, she glanced at me hard, <<speech "Working Girl">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Working Girl">>"I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't some social clique. So stop with the social-hour bullshit."<</speech>> I nodded, blinking back tears as I scooted away, spacing myself like the other girls seemed to be situated. <br><br> No pack it is. Just [[offerings|M002 - D1Whore]]. <<path>> "Okay." <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I got up, <<speechPC>>"[[Okay|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Age and Previous Experiences">> They were all so pretty. But even in the dim light I could tell that youth or beauty didn't hide their haggardness. Their souls seemed to hang loose on them as if holding on by fingertips, threatening to slip free at any moment. <br><br> Beyond my soul's firm attachment, I still stood out like a sore thumb. I was so, //so// clearly Western. So blatantly American. <<if $Body.age is -2>>And despite their youth, I was younger.<<elseif $Body.age is -1 >>Though I was about their age.<<elseif $Body.age is 0>>And older than any of them. Barring one (as far as I could tell), who had me by a good margin <<else>>So much older than any of them. Barring <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>>Tara<<else>>one, as far as I could tell<</if>>.<</if>> Most decisively, though: new. Fresh, 'unspoiled', and novel. /* IMAGE (Needed): A slutty dressed woman sitting on a large, dark cushy couch in a club, lost in the glow of her phone. <<image framed "passage/ClubJobWhore.png">> */ I scooted my ass over to the nearest one, lost in the glow of her phone. Didn't seem like the best approach to //be// approached. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> Nothing. I repeated myself, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I wondered it if was purposeful or not. I tried a third time. <<speech "Working Girl">>"Hm?"<</speech>> Her lips tightened. Her tired eyes flicked from her screen to me and immediately back. <<speechPC>>"Oh uh, sorry. I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"Nice to meet ya."<</speech>> I startled. It came from a woman standing in front of me, a hand offered kindly. Her eyes were piercingly green. They were especially striking given that they looked extra-special on her: her mahogany complexion, raven hair and eastern features all spoke of a woman who would greet you with a black or brown set, not the jade that would have been uncanny even on a white girl from Ireland. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Tara."<</speech>> Her hand remained outstretched, waiting for me to take it. <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 Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I smiled, taking her hand, <<speechPC>>"You too."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She dropped beside me and I tensed -- she was about to sit on the other girl -- oh, she was gone. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Hey."<</speech>> She settled on the couch next to me as if it were just the two of us, roomies, at home. It was a weird, relaxed attitude to take with what was going on. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Hi?"<</speechPC>> I was flustered, to say the least. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Looked like you could use a friend. And none of them--"<</speech>> she gestured broadly, taking in not just the other girls, but also the other employees, the clientele. The whole shebang. <<speech "Tara.png">>"Are going to be that for you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I was getting that sense."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara.png">>"But me? I've been through the wringer and back. And everyone needs a little help."<</speech>> Her palms extended towards me, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Not that I think //you// need it. Just. Well, I wish I had someone like me."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Hah. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I couldn't help but smile. She was a riot. And kind. <<speech "Tara.png">>"First bit of advice is not to have joined us here. But, too late for that."<</speech>> She hmmed. Then stood decisively, <<speech "Tara.png">>"So next bit of advice,"<</speech>> flicking her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Let's [[dance|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]."<</speech>> <<path>> Why was this old engaging with me. She was on her way out to pasture. I needed girls like //me//. <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel -->> <<Stats Social ++>> I smiled, but left her hanging, <<speechPC>>"You too."<</speechPC>> <br><br> My head began to turn back to the other girl when she practically barked, <<speech "Tara.png">>"Fine. Go get fucked."<</speech>> And she was gone. <br><br> Laughing uncomfortably, I turned back to the other girl, <<speechPC>>"Ha. What's up with--"<</speechPC>> The girl was gone, too. <br><br> A tightness formed in my throat. It was hard to swallow. <br><br> I found another girl and tried with her, but before I could open my mouth and get the constricted sounds free, she glanced at me hard, <<speech "Working Girl">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Working Girl">>"I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't some social clique. So stop with the social-hour bullshit."<</speech>> I nodded, blinking back tears as I scooted away, spacing myself like the other girls seemed to be situated. <br><br> No pack it is. Just [[offerings|M002 - D1Whore]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<path>> No need to waste time. It was obvious what I needed to do. So... <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> ...[[do my job|M002 - D1Whore]]. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> <<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>> <<skillChecked "Desire for Attention">> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and after trying on the outfit in front of the mirror a few times, <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>>I knew I'd get a lot of attention for what they expected us to wear, but it was still going from zero to 60 incredibly quickly.<<else>>I'd be revealing __so__ much of myself every night I went in to work. It felt practically like being a stripper and I hadn't really prepared for something like that when coming here.<</if>> But! It is what it is and I couldn't back out now. I put on my big girl pants and tucked the 'dancer' clothes into a small bag, heading out of the RedDoorz and off to my place of employment. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. <br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br><br><br> My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> Down the hallway, I opened the door to the <<link "dressing room">><<replace "#job1">> A stack of small lockers was against one wall right as I came in. A few of the girls perked up at my entrance, but no one said anything. Whether or not they were watching me, I couldn't check, but I felt it as I approached the metal storage unit and assessed any that I could get into. <br><br> Hm. No locks. Interesting. Concerning? And no other identifying marks, so, I might open one and find literally anything, empty or taken. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<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. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"That's my shit. Out of there!"<</speech>> I had the sense I was about to have a shoe thrown at my head. I shut it quickly, nearly catching my finger in the door. Hairs raised on the back of my neck as I carefully tried to make my next decision, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"Fuckin new girl."<</speech>> She continued. A rabble of resentment and agreement. A wave of whispers and murmuring that I tried to ignore as I found an empty one. Thank god. I took out my make-up kit and outfit from my bag before pushing my things, phone included (would it get stolen?), into the encasement and shut the panel. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Relationship with the Dancers">> Turning back around, <<if $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel is 1>>they were all in their own worlds. Little bits of idle chatter, stripping their clothes off, putting make-up on.<<else>>I was getting more glares than smiles. I didn't feel welcome and I think that was the point. My simple arrival had stopped them from their idle chatter, make-up application, stripping out of their street clothes. Oh boy.<</if>> Playing it as easy and comfortably as I could, I slid over to an empty stool, laid out my things on the empty vanity and clicked on the lights. <<speech "Lori.png">>"What's your name?"<</speech>> The girl next to me, tits out, swiveled to look at me with a broad smile. She was a gazelle of a girl with long limbs, an olive complexion that spoke of a lot of time in the sun, and despite her Asian-features, the accent placed her as from an Aussie or Kiwi. So a foreigner. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Lori. Noice to meetcha."<</speech>> The accent was thick, unmistakable to the point of almost laughability. Her auburn hair nested ontop of her head, her tits incredibly perky -- they were small -- but hardly moved when she did, leaning over to whisper, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Yah, they're a bit sceery. They'll get ovah it."<</speech>> She smacked her hand a couple times on my thigh, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Welcome!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You too. How long you been working here?"<</speechPC>> A wobble of the head, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Half a yeer, give er take."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like it?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"It's fun. Easy. First time?"<</speech>> I nodded, unpacking my mascara and foundation and beginning to apply -- she was finishing off her applique so I followed suit, <<speech "Lori.png">>"That's cool. Not the nicest places to work, gotta keep yer head on."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, kind of figured. Neighborhood and just, like, general vibe."<</speechPC>> She laughed and nodded. I could tell the other girls were not too keen on the developing kinship. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Euji."<</speech>> Slight consipiratorial whisper had returned. She made eyes over at a boxier, but //fit// girl in the corner with an dyed undercut-bob. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Anika,"<</speech>> a head tilt pointed out a light-skinned girl with resplendent and long chestnut hair and piercings aplenty. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Sakura,"<</speech>> the one who had been making the most aggressive gestures and reactions to me, she didn't have any notable features if I had to pick her out of a crowd, but her energy wouldn't let me ignore her. <<speech "Lori.png">>"And Daxa,"<</speech>> the last of them. She was the most buxom <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>, except for me, <</if>> and had a fuller figure than the others. <<speech "Lori.png">>"So...that's the girls. Only three stands out there, so we'll take turns -- nobody's dancin' the whole night through. Not quite slave-drivahs here. Get dressed!"<</speech>> She smacked my ass. <br><br> Lifting up, I began to strip down. It was weird to be the only one clothed and the last one to be taking them off, like //I// was invading //their// space. But still, they came <<linkexpand "off">> off<<outfit naked>>. Following Lori's lead, I collected my discarded clothing on the vanity, though mine was less crumpled than hers. Avoiding wrinkles and whatnot. By the time I was done, though, I knew I was almost at the buzzer. The other girls, Lori included, were almost done getting dressed and were doing it with a frenetic and focused energy that told me I was about to be last...and late. <br><br> Grabbing my outfit, I tried to <<link "catch up">><<replace "#job1">> <<outfit gogo>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> My fingers tugged at the elastic bands at my asscheeks, snapping it a bit further out than it naturally wanted to sit -- ass out from moment one probably wasn't the right look. Then slid my fingers along the banding near my crotch and pulled at where the one-piece clung to my chest. Shit, exposed while being clothed. What a sensation. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Ooh. Look atcha."<</speech>> Lori nodded, checking me out. The others had a mix of bikini-like pieces, hot shorts, miniskirts, and Lori wearing incredibly low-rise and flesh-tight pleather pants that accentuated her gorgeous lower limbs. <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>Fuck, she was hot. She looked good enough to eat.<</if>> I stood out among them, not just in my complexion, newness, and origin (I was certainly the only one from the Western Hemisphere), but what I was wearing also set me apart. Still, I was in the same world and didn't feel like I had made a bad choice as we sauntered out in a line, me pulling up the rear. <br><br> Stepping out of the dressing room, the lights had already been dimmed and I could hear the DJ beginning to erratically flip through tracks. The AC was blasting in preparation for the hordes of body-furnaces that were going to be showing up shortly and the cold reminded me just how exposed I was. My nipples became rigid, goosebumps lifted all over my incredibly bare skin. <br><br> It was a weird dissonance: I'd worn things more revealing, like bikinis, and been in front of people, like at beaches or parties, but somehow this outfit in this place made me feel vulnerable and too seen. It was a heightened recognition of every jiggle my ass, thighs and tits made. I grabbed Lori's arm as I leaned into her, my weight and pull slightly changing our walking gait, <<speechPC>>"I thought we all weren't dancing--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lori.png">>"Later, gotta bring in the boyyyys."<</speech>> She laughed, tugging me forward, now arm in arm and out into the main area. <br><br><br> The fog hung low on the ground and our legs cut through it, pushing it aside and leaving trails behind us that slowly filled in and hid the 'tracks' we had made. The massive room felt so empty now that it didn't have people bustling around to make things ready: everyone was at their stations and leaving the space empty and ready to accept patrons. The dance floor felt sad and cold as we made our way in -- I felt like I was sweating from the cold and anticipation -- and I saw the three platforms looming ahead of us, seemingly randomly arranged in the roughly rectangular area. <br><br> Sakura was suddenly in front of us, bringing Lori and I to a quick halt. <<speech "Sakura.png">>"New girl with you, so she,"<</speech>> a poke right at my bare sternum, <<speech "Sakura.png">>"with you,"<</speech>> and a commensurate little flick of her finger at Lori's arm as this dance-matriarch spun off and headed to one of the platforms. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> Say something and challenge this pecking order right away. <<contents>> <<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 -->> <<speechPC>>"Okay, wow."<</speechPC>> I laughed. It was far from the first time I'd experienced this kind of catty energy from girls establishing things, but it usually came with something to gain, or something to lose. I couldn't fathom what Sakura saw as in the balance simply with my arrival. <<speech "Lori.png">>"That's Sakie fer ya. Don't crack the shits about it."<</speech>> Lori shrugged and pulled me towards the platform we were nearest, <<speech "Lori.png">>"No drama, more than happy to have ye."<</speech>> She gave my shoulder a slight downward nudge, <<speech "Lori.png">>"Now be a sheila and gimme a boost."<</speech>> I leaned down, offering her my hands, which her toe found and I sent her up. I wondered when there was just five of them how the last girl got up, watching Lori's lanky form tuck up and then extend on the platform. <<speech "Lori.png">>"Thanks, dearie."<</speech>> She gave me a wink and then began to stretch, flat hands on the platform, fully bent over and bouncing as she limbered up. <br><br> Shaking myself out, I looked around at the other girls, figuring out what came [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<set $barClean = 0>> <<set $barGarnish = false>> <<set $barOrder = false>> <<set $barSpout = false>> <<set $barMix = false>> <<set $barStock = false>> <<skillChecked "Desire for Attention">> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and after trying on the outfit in front of the mirror a few times, <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>>I knew I'd get a lot of attention for what they expected us to wear, but it was still going from zero to 60 incredibly quickly. <<else>>I'd be revealing __so__ much of myself every night I went in to work. It felt practically like being a stripper and I hadn't really prepared for something like that when coming here.<</if>> But! It is what it is and I couldn't back out now. I put on my big girl pants and tucked the 'bartender' clothes into a small bag, heading out of the RedDoorz and off to my place of employment. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. <br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br><br><br> My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> I stepped up to the bar, leaning against it on the side I was more used to (for the time being) and waved at one of the other girls, <<speechPC>>"Uh hey. I start tonight?"<</speechPC>> A mousy girl who's roots were showing from the bleach job (possibly...intentionally?) continued cutting limes without watching the blade, <<speech "Lila.png">>"Okay. So. Start."<</speech>> A huff of a laugh and roll of her eyes. <br><br> So...no onboarding, I guess. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> I'm sure one of the barbacks could give me some pointers. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set $barPrepTime = 2>> The other bartenders looked equally ensconced in their duties, or just didn't give a fuck about me. A smart agent has multiple avenues of approach, and I was a smart agent, so I brushed off her cold response and headed towards the back hallways. <br><br> It took only moments before I came across a sinewy kid, definitely younger than I was, who was carrying the massive weight of a eggcrate loaded to the brim with handles of liquor. <<speechPC>>"Uh hey,"<</speechPC>> I gave my flirtiest smile. It stopped him dead in his tracks, despite the sweat beading on his forehead. I could see him considering a number of things: I was attractive. I was female. I was a new face, so that could mean any number of things and one of them meant potentially prostitution. <<speech "Barback">>"Uh."<</speech>> It was all he could manage. <br><br> Stepping forward, my fingers stroked along his forearms as I ventured to take the eggcrate from him. My touch got him to relent instantly. And //fuck// was it heavy. <<speechPC>>"First. Day. Behind the. Bar."<</speechPC>> I tried to make grunting out my explanation of who I was less noticeable and more sexy. <<speech "Barback">>"Oh! Cool."<</speech>> He nodded, <<speech "Barback">>"You...don't have to carry that. It's my job. Unless..."<</speech>> He looked eminently confused, <<speech "Barback">>"you're a barback?"<</speech>> His English was impeccable. Not in the 'from America' way, but he'd seen enough American shit that he wouldn't stick out at all. <br><br> I shook my head, laughing and giving him a hip bump that might have been a bit too hard, given the extra weight I was carrying. Turning, I hefted his load and moved back behind the bar, pulling him like a puppy dog. <<speechPC>>"No, tending...but just... figured...you might direct me? <<print $CC.name>>, by the way."<</speechPC>> He took my fingers that barely stretched out from the front of the crate as my attempt to shake hands (it was), <<speech "Cristano">>"Cristano. Sure."<</speech>> He nodded gleefully. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Why's she carrying your shit, Tano?"<</speech>> He took a foot to his butt from one of the other girls. He scrambled forward and grasped the crate back from me as if he'd been stung. His fingers dug up against my tits in a way that hurt, but I tried to ignore it -- especially seeing his gleeful 'oops' expression. <<speech "Cristano">>"S-sorry."<</speech>> He began offloading down the line into each of their wells, the crate quickly becoming more manageable. I watched him with a playful smile, <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>mock appreciating the tension and definition in his back, arms, hands and even his cute little butt. Nothing predatory, but a girl can look, too. <<else>>appreciating the tension and definition in his back, arms, hands and even his cute little butt. Nothing predatory, but a girl can look, too.<</if>> It was adorable seeing him catching me and the red rising at his cheeks and the shudder of his eyes as his body reacted subconsciously to the unexpected attention, <<speech "Cristano">>"Yeah, so. This...oh fuck,"<</speech>> He slid the crate ontop the bar and stepped back, looking at the well at the end of the bar that remained vacant, <<speech "Cristano">>"Is...your station."<</speech>> I took it in as well: It was a //state// from whomever had been there the night before. It had the auspices of having been cleaned and prepped during closing, but only on the first glance. <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Cristano">>"Yeah, um. Well. I'll try and help when I can, but just gotta get everything ready for shift. Like, literally everything."<</speech>> He looked pained, but also looked like he needed to hurry off. <br><br> With the devastation in front of me, I knew I had my work cut out. Time was lost in my search and acquisition of Tano, but at least I knew what I needed to do and //where//. Better less time than no time. I had no clear idea of how much I'd need, or how much I had, but either way there was the decision of what to [[prioritize|M002 - D1BarPrep]]. And Tano made appearances and helped in fits and spurts. Not much, but something. <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2 || $CC.spoiled == true>> Oh. Okay. Fuck you too. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Suggestible. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $barClean = 0>> Yeah. That wasn't gonna fly with me. I deserved better than that, but apparently all the bartenders didn't give a fuck about me. Well, if they weren't going to be a team member, neither would I. Whatever slack needed to be taken up during the shift it was their own fault now. And they'd have to deal with it. <br><br> A light push and, without a response, I was off the bar and sauntering back into the bowels of the Club. I might not know what was needed of me, nor where I was supposed to be, but I did know a couple things that //they// didn't. One: I wasn't actually here to work -- well, not the job that was on my nametag per se. So now I had free reign and time to get a little secret agent-ing in. And who better than a little lost bartender with no one to guide or help her? <br><br> And two: I //did// need to get into 'uniform', so that was a good enough excuse. <br><br> I didn't see Tao, which was great, just cleaning crew and assorted barbacks and all of them grunting and doing literal back-breaking labor. Not. For. Me! <br><br> None of them gave me the time of day, so I proceeded to poke around. The first door was locked and I got the gut impression I shouldn't keep trying the door, because someone on the other side would check...and not be happy with me. <br><br> Moving on, door two got me yelled at. Five girls, that were dressed in a range of completely naked to the loosest interpretation of 'dancer' gear, were not keen on my appearance, <<speech "Dancer">>"Dancers. Only."<</speech>> Came an agressive one with almond eyes, slamming the door in my face, despite giving everyone in the hallway a show of her tits. Maybe they'd already seen them. <br><br> Door three I didn't need to check, it was the one Tao had brought me into the other day. <br><br> Door four...unlocked. Yes! Slipping in and shutting the door quickly, I immediately felt super cool, hunched forward slightly as I began my infiltration. <br><br> I flicked on the light only to be greeted by a supply closet. The smell of bleach was pungent, as was the scent of it battling mold and waste. It was a small room with no ventilation and no other exits besides a tiny, warped metal grate in the corner where liquids were seeping away. <br><br> Reaching back for the handle, I found it turning in my palm and I tugged the other way. My body flew into fight-or-flight mode, but there was nowhere to fly. <<speechPC>>"Uh, Occupied!"<</speechPC>> I toed my shoes <<linkexpand "off,">> off, <<feet>> stepping into god-knows-what as I made the effort to be a lost bartender changing for my shift. <br><br> I heard them say something back through the door, but between the struggle with the door banging in its jamb and my own one-armed struggle to get my top <<linkexpand "off,">> off, <<upper>> I couldn't place what it was. I continued responding, <<speechPC>>"Sorry!" "One second!"<</speechPC>> as my top dangled from my occupied arm as my free hand fumbled with the remainder of my <<linkexpand "clothes.">> clothes. <<lower>> <br><br> The moment was frantic. I wasn't caring what they were ending up in, but my feet were happy to have something to stand on now -- the panic was intense and the only thought was not to get caught, red-handed on first day. <br><br> My arm tense, I realized I'd //have// to give up the fight to get my clothes ''on''. And so I <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <br><br> It swung open and there were two old men who's ferocity and anger immediately dissipated as they looked over me, daintily trying to keep my toes and heels from touching anything wet -- and everything was wet -- all the while being mid-way through dressing. <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> I squeaked. <br><br> I have no idea what they said back to me, but it wasn't any language I was familiar with. They shook their heads with dumb grins, continuing to talk to me as they stepped forward. I thought I was about to get assaulted when one took my wrist and gave a little tug. <br><br> But it was light, it wasn't aggressive -- guiding. A head motion as he only partially ignored what he was seeing, beaming broadly now that he was getting a front-row seat. I stepped off my partially wettened clothes and into the hallway, despite not having anything on. The other guy leaned over and with his water-logged and leathery hand grabbed my clothes in a fist and brought them behind us. <br><br> They were laughing and talking as if it were an average workday. Down the hallway with no rush in their pacing, giving the other people bustling around more than enough to see as well while bringing me back to door three. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Here."<</speech>> The first word I understood. <br><br> One opened the door, motioned for me to go in and the other plopped the wad of clothing onto one of the bare shelves. Then the door was shut and I was left in the 'actual' changing room for bartenders. <br><br> Well. I wasn't dead. I took a moment to breathe away any of the panic, and then proceeded to get [[dressed|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 2>> Jump behind the bar and get to work. I'm a quick study. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated or spoiled. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set $barPrepTime = 3>> My casual lean quickly aborted as I moved off and around the end of the bar. I wove between hustling barbacks and canvassed what the other bartenders were doing. Just like the mousy one, they were either too focused to notice me or all wanted to see if I'd sink or swim. <br><br> I noticed there was a section of the bar essentially untended, so I figured that was my station and scurried over. It was a //state// from whomever had been there the night before. It had the auspices of having been cleaned and prepped during closing, but only on the first glance. <br><br> I had no clear idea of how much time I'd need, or how much time I had, but either way there was the decision of what to [[prioritize|M002 - D1BarPrep]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarPrep.png">> <<if $barPrepTime == 0>> The bottle of vodka clunked into the well next to her sister that was my next target, but I realized the bar was empty. Fuck. It was time to change and get ready. I made a mental note of how long things took and how much time I'd need in the future as I practically sprinted across the sticky, rubberized mats to go get changed. I saw mousy popping out of the room Tao had brought me the other day: my dressing room was found. I popped in, stripping down quickly as I could and into my new [[uniform|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> 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>>
<<if Array("M002 - D1BarPrep", "M002 - ClubJobDay1").includes(previous())>> <<unset $barPrepTime>> <<unset $barGarnish>> <<unset $barOrder>> <<unset $barSpout>> <<unset $barMix>> <<unset $barStock>> <<set $V1 = false>> <<set $V2 = false>> <<set $V3 = false>> <<set $V4 = false>> <<set $V5 = false>> <<set $barWins = 0>> <<outfit bargirl>> Fresh-faced bartender on the prowl! I headed back to my station, the lights already dimmed and hazy smoke pumping out to fill the space. The overwhelming AC making content with so much of my bare skin and the new sensation of //how// my body jiggled and shook with these new garments made me hyper aware of what was out and what was in. There was a movie from the early 2000's that came to mind and wondered if that's what started the trend of sexy bartenders that had spread across the globe...all the way to Manila. Though they had cowboy hats -- maybe I could try that as my personal touch next time. American and all. <<image framed "passage/M002-D1Bar.png">> I was thankful for the height of the bar, which would mostly keep half of me hidden from anyone not directly against the bar in front of me. I was also thankful for the dark, because it made it so much harder to see the state of my station. I could almost ignore it. <br><br> <<if $barClean == 0>> It was the only station left, so I had put two and two together and figured out where my new home was. And it was a fucking mess. Who the fuck had been here before? Was this some sick hazing? How was I going to tend bar with everything in disarray? The saran wrapping left much to be wondered as to the cleanliness of anything underneath it, there were decaying limes and other garnishes in half-sealed containers along the well, glassware that hadn't been ported, there was no logic to how anything was arranged -- at least to me -- and there were definitely missing liquors. <br><br> I had a massive hurdle to launch myself over if I was going to make tonight a success. <<elseif $barClean lt 3>> It...wasn't that bad. I wish that I had more time, but it was what it was, and it was better than when I arrived. There were going to be moments that I was going to scramble or have to find some stop-gap, but I had enough of a baseline that I wouldn't be a chicken without a head for the entire night. <br><br> This wasn't going to be easy, but it wasn't going to be //impossible// for tonight to come off as a win. <<elseif $barClean == 3>> Alright! I think that true bartenders would have been pretty proud of what I'd accomplished in a very short amount of time. And with no experience, I might add. Maybe I had some latent bartending in my blood because it at least ''resembled'' what a proper bar should look like. Thank you YouTube. <br><br> There were still some nagging things that I was trying to ignore, but I'd find ways to stop-gap them and ensure tonight wasn't a frantic scramble. <<elseif $barClean == 4>> It was. So. Close. to perfect. I was fighting to ignore the signs of incomplete that I was only noticing now because I had been so entrenched in my prepping duties. I had recognized them as soon as I walked off the floor and assured myself that I'd get to them next time. <br><br> Shaking my head in self-admonition, I did take a moment to look over at Ms. Mousy's -- okay, on par. So she wasn't a perfect Princess. I could take //that// to the bank. A win to start my first night was more than worth it, and more than enough to settle my nerves. <<else>> Leaning my half-bare ass against the cool of the lowboy behind me, I crossed my arms and nodded. I couldn't help but look over to mousey's station and realize that despite her knowing the ins and outs, coming earlier and being old hat? My bar was better than hers. Bitch. Shows you. <br><br> I let myself enjoy a little breather, scanning the room for how things really started on a given night, just waiting for the patrons to arrive and see how badass a bartender I'd turn out to be. <</if>> <br><br> First, the DJ -- a spiked-hair guy who was wearing sunglasses inside, at night -- appeared in the elevated booth. He began by assaulting my ears with an erratic flipping through tracks. I guess he hadn't prepared his set list or had decided that __now__ was the appropriate time to change things up. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait for it to end. <br><br> Then the girls came out. There was no uniform there beyond, "revealing". Miniskirts, hotshorts, bikini tops, halters, pump heels and sneakers -- they ran the gamut. And there were five of them, despite there being only three platforms that projected from the dance floor. I wondered how they were going to make that work. The platforms didn't look large enough for two, but maybe it was going to be more of a strip-show than a dance. <br><br> Finally, the music began. A song I didn't know and didn't understand, but it had a good beat. The bass line was a welcome change, filling the vacuous space with //something//, I couldn't help but close my eyes and give a low <<speechPC>>"Mmmm,"<</speechPC>> in appreciation. <br> <<speech "Client">>"Excuse me."<</speech>> My eyes sprung open. My night had begun and I couldn't keep the customers waiting. <br><br> <<if $V1 == false>>It felt like I was being approached by a legion of men in identical suits, loose ties, and thirsty <<link "expressions" "M002 - D1BarV1">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V2 == false>>There were some intrigued at the new girl and wanted to see how she <<link "stacked up" "M002 - D1BarV2">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V3 == false>>Others were simply <<link "skeeves" "M002 - D1BarV3">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V4 == false>>Some were <<link "generous" "M002 - D1BarV4">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V5 == false>>And then there were those that came for the <<link "drinks" "M002 - D1BarV5">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<else>> <<if $barClean lte 0>> The rest of the night was a flurry. I hadn't viewed the Club as being //this// high-volume, but the rate at which I was slinging drinks and running cards said otherwise. I'm sure that I'd get more used to things and it would all ''feel'' slower, but for now it was new, overwhelming and too fast-paced to really clock the hours ticking by or any individual who approached the bar. It felt like a fugue state and I hoped that I didn't offend anyone or do anything that I shouldn't have done. <br><br> And then, just as suddenly as it started. It was over. I think I was in the midst of prepping the vodka sodas that seemed to be the drink of choice when I realized that there was no one who had ordered it. Sheepishly, I put the soda gun away and started to do my tear down and closing [[prep|M002 - D1BarEnd]]. <<else>> Whew. Okay. On to the next... <br><br> <<if $V1 == false>>It felt like I was being approached by a legion of men in identical suits, loose ties, and thirsty <<link "expressions" "M002 - D1BarV1">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V2 == false>>There were some intrigued at the new girl and wanted to see how she <<link "stacked up" "M002 - D1BarV2">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V3 == false>>Others were simply <<link "skeeves" "M002 - D1BarV3">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V4 == false>>Some were <<link "generous" "M002 - D1BarV4">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V5 == false>>And then there were those that came for the <<link "drinks" "M002 - D1BarV5">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $V1 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV1.png">> It was like a horde of zombies that would not abate. Drinks, rather than brains, is what they wanted thankfully, but still, it was a mad dash to get through one drink before an order came for the next one. <br><br> I knew how to make the drinks, but it hadn't been anywhere near this pace. An instant decision had to be made: not fight the sea and make my body rise to the challenge, or slow and steady wins the race... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar"> <<crossroads #D1Bar>> <<path>> Go get 'em. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Coordination ">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins ++>> Whew. I was glad there wasn't direct light on me because I was ''sweating''. It couldn't have been a good look besides how free moving my tits and ass were. I couldn't care about what they were seeing when I bent over for the lowboy, or how my muscles flexed and tightened as I moved quick and as efficiently as I could manage. <br><br> Breathing was the biggest problem. It was like an athletic event I'd never even practiced before, like what a juggler might feel. I had to just let my mind go and allow my hands to move to where I believed the right bottles were, the correct garnish, the proper glasswear. <br><br> And I did it all with a smile! I was keeping pace with the others as best I could tell and no one seemed upset or tapping their watch. <br><br> Maybe that's because they got to see my unadulterated body swaying, shaking and bouncing in the way these outfits were designed to emphasize and accentuate. Maybe it's because I was slinging shots like a boss. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider which it [[was|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Whew. I was glad there wasn't direct light on me because I was ''sweating''. It couldn't have been a good look besides how free moving my tits and ass were. I couldn't care about what they were seeing when I bent over for the lowboy, or how my muscles flexed and tightened as I moved quick and as efficiently as I could manage. <br><br> Breathing was the biggest problem. It was like an athletic event I'd never even practiced before, like what a juggler might feel. I had to just let my mind go and allow my hands to move to where I believed the right bottles were, the correct garnish, the proper glasswear. <br><br> There were a few moments when people coughed when they received their drink -- wrong liquor. Or insisted I remake it -- too messy. But I was doing my best and I hadn't gotten the hang of it. And I did it all with a smile! I was keeping pace with the others as best I could tell and no one seemed upset or tapping their watch. <br><br> Maybe that's because they got to see my unadulterated body swaying, shaking and bouncing in the way these outfits were designed to emphasize and accentuate. Maybe it's because I was slinging shots like a boss. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider which it [[was|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Turtle it. <<contents>> <<set $barWins ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> No, no, no. I wasn't about to serve someone something that I grabbed by mistake. I wasn't some virtuoso behind the bar. This was my //first// night. And I wanted it to be the first night of __more__ nights. So, I took it slow. I ensured I poured correctly and returned the drinks ''as'' ''ordered''. <br><br> I could feel the tension rising with the other barchicks though as people scooted their way when I wasn't finished with my last round. But they'd just have to deal with it. It wasn't like this was some 'team,' as far as I could tell. So, fuck them. They could work a little harder if they were going to be so cold to me. <br><br> And, as an added benefit, it meant that I could be more careful about these skimpy motherfuckers I was in. I wasn't moving all that fast, but I could still feel the threat of a nipple popping free and clear, or giving full cameltoe if I went for the lowboy too directly. <br><br> Easy boys. There was enough of a show as is, it didn't need to be a fucking striptease //and// a watering hole. <br><br> I'd make it through the night with my scorecard perfect, my dignity intact, and no upset customers -- well, the ones I __did__ [[serve|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V2 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV2-alt2.png">> <<speech>>"Show us what you got, sexy."<</speech>> It wasn't the first iteration of something along these lines. I stifled an eyeroll and sigh while out of the corner of my eye, I noticed another one of the barchicks doing a flourish and spin with a bottle before pouring. It was like they had all taken classes and here I was, being Miss Simple Shots. <br><br> They raised their eyebrows at my lack of response. Yep, this was going to be a thing. <br><br> I needed to either... <div id="D1Bar2"> <<crossroads #D1Bar2>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Give them a show. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Prudish. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Performance">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins ++>> I let the sigh out firmly, my chest jiggling in the sudden exhalation. Focused, I palmed a bottle and gave it a fling. I hadn't practiced at home for nothing. <br><br> It soared up and over my head as I grabbed the next bottle. They hadn't even placed their order, but they were clapping and slapping their hands against the bartop as I caught the first and spun the second. <br><br> A shot glass popped up from behind me and I set it on the bar right as the angle of one bottle began to pour. <br><br> I gave them a wink, <<speechPC>>"Count it."<</speechPC>> And they did. <<speech>>"One. Two. Three!"<</speech>> And the next, and the next, as I made each of them a shot, putting a little English on each one, or a quick, little hop-step or spin between ladeling out the booze. Okay. I could //do// this. <br><br> I felt like a juggler. And thankfully, I didn't kill anybody with an errant bottle. <br><br> And just like that, I was one of the bargirls, slinging drinks with flair and fashion to the raucous laughter and appreciation of the testosterone-rich [[crowd|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins -->> I let the sigh out firmly, my chest jiggling in the sudden exhalation. Focused, I palmed a bottle and gave it a fling. I hadn't practiced at home for nothing. <br><br> It soared up and over my head as I grabbed the next bottle. They hadn't even placed their order, but they were clapping and slapping their hands against the bartop as I caught the first and spun the second. <br><br> And I hadn't checked the momentum. I sprayed them all. They jerked back as one. Patrons nearby yelled as they suddenly received a soaking. I nearly missed catching the first bottle. <<speechPC>>"Shit! S-sorry! Sorry. Rounds' on me. Sorry! On me."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"It's on //us//, bitch.<</speech>>" That was incredibly aggressive. I needed to be careful. <<speechPC>>"No, the drinks. On me. Two rounds."<</speechPC>> I offered more. I needed to __not__ be fired. I also needed to work on my skills before I tried any of that [[again|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Double down. <<contents>> <<set $barWins -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> Nuhuh. I wasn't about to hurl a bottle straight into one of their heads. //Un//intentionally. <<speechPC>>"What'll it be, boys."<</speechPC>> They groaned and gave a roll of their eyes and sigh that I had kept inside. <<speech>>"Vodka. Shots. Can you handle that?"<</speech>> They were looking away from me as they ordered, all of them enjoying a girl on either side of me or one of the girls up on the platform. One was enjoying a girl sitting fifty feet away, sitting and looking at her phone as she sat on a couch waiting for her next John. <br><br> I grabbed the glasses and plopped them onto the bar as nicely as I could. I poured a little heavy, but it was all I could think of to dispel some of this irritation. <br><br> Eventually, I think the hive mind of our patrons caught onto the fact that I was the girl you went to when you wanted a drink. You went to the other girls when you wanted more than that. <br><br> They usually wanted [[more|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V3 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV3.png">> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<skillChecked "Previous Experiences">> <<speech "Luz.png">>"Yer new."<</speech>> He looked important. Or at least that's the air he wanted to give off. Well-dressed, older, confident and self-assured. And it seemed he knew this place well enough that he knew instantly that it was my first night. A regular who didn't appear to be the typical clientele. <br><br> He wasn't angling for some piece that he had sidled up to. He clearly wasn't here for the music. He grinned broadly and extended his hand, I took it and shook firmly, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Pleasure."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Luz.png">>"It's all mine."<</speech>> The clasp on my hand was firm, he had both size, surprise and angle on me, so I was being leaned over the bar towards him. He gave me a peck on the cheek. <<speech "Luz.png">>"Best lookin' one here."<</speech>> He growled in my ear. <br><br> And that's when I noticed his other hand was giving one of my tits a squeeze. <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") is true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I'd seen this before, the serving girls having a hand full down their tops or worse when I was here before.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>><<else>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>><<Stats Perception ++>>I'd seen this before, the serving girls having a hand full down their tops or worse when I was here before.<<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>><</if>><</if>> <br><br> That's when I... <div id="D1Bar3"> <<crossroads #D1Bar3>> <<path $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 ++>> <<speechPC>>"Need both hands to work!"<</speechPC>> I played it off with a joke, hands up as I leaned away, seeing his eyes on my bouncing breasts as the things that were getting away. <br><br> And I turned, trying not to look //too// desperate for another patron. And I really hoped I hadn't fucked something up with someone who mattered. I scooted down the bar to pour another drink as I reminded myself that it was only a quick cop and feel. And not too unexpected given what we were wearing. The Club was sex, personified. <br><br> I might have been a bit too laughy for the next ten minutes or so as I served everyone who was as far away from Grabby-Pants as I could find, and I tried to ignore how he had left one of my nipples erect right afterward. How his hand had felt. How casually he felt permitted and his reaction when I had given him the firm no. <br><br> My eyes darted around for the rest of the evening, feeling my gorge rising up as I realized some of the other girls took it in stride. And the guests took it in hand. I'd need to decide if I was going to go all-in on this, if it was worth it, or if that was more trouble that it was worth. But that was a decision for later. <br><br> When I poured from then on, I kept my weight on my back foot, bracing one hand on the edge of the bar. And I tried not to get too friendly with anyone too [[friendly|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> Shifted my hips forward, against the bar. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a Slut <<contents>> <<set $barWins += 3>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Luz")>> <<set $People['AI'].Luz.rel = 1>> <<speechPC>>"Not based on what I'm feeling."<</speechPC>> I purred into his ear. He squeezed firmly and chuckled, taking the full opportunity to snake his fingers into the gapes in the top, finding the unprotected and fleshy mound beneath...really getting //in// there. <<image framed "passage/katebargrope1.png">> I panted slightly, feeling the tension rising below my waist as I //allowed// some guy to feel me up, no asking, no questions, no charge. And he was __feeling__. I poured slowly, a drink he hadn't ordered, but an excuse to stay right here for the moment. <br><br> But then the pour had to end, lest I spill on the bar. I leaned back, allowing him enough warning and time to extricate his hand from my top rather than ruin it. I bit my lip as we made eye contact -- his had a fire in them. My nipples were harder than rocks. His hand pulled free, but with the motion he gave a firm smack on the side of the one he had been groping. I yelped. I was surprised. Who wouldn't have been. <<speech "Luz.png">>"What's you're name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I dropped the handle into the well and slid the drink towards him, taking my time to extend the encounter. <<speech "Luz.png">>"I won't say my full name. It's a mouthful. And I'd prefer to fill my mouth with something else."<</speech>> The dirty joke required a laugh, <<speech "Luz.png">>"So call me Luz. You'll see me around, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> And just as confident and self-assured as he arrived, he was gone, drink in the hand that had groped and smacked me. The shudder of it all thrummed through my body for the rest of the evening. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value lt 3>> <<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">> <<speech>>"Three doubles."<</speech>> The guy wearing the A-shirt prodded his first three digits against the cold metal bar. <<speechPC>>"So who's doing number three?"<</speechPC>> I laughed as I poured, looking at him and his similarly mis-dressed companion. <br><br> He grinned, lifting his chin, <<speech>>"You."<</speech>> His friend nodded and pushed the first one back towards me, <<speech>>"You deserve it. And you look like you need it."<</speech>> <br><br> He wasn't wrong. It //was// all work and no play makes <<print $CC.name>> a dull girl. But I also wasn't sure how this venue took to drinking their own stock, on company time, and this kind of fraternization with clientele. <br><br> So I... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar4"> <<crossroads #D1Bar4>> <<path>> Pounded it. <<contents>> <<set $barWins += 2>> <<Stats Risky ++>> It was a course and nasty draught, but I shot it with them. We all laughed together at how bad it was. And, unsurprisingly another came shortly after it. They hooted, I kicked up a leg and cawed back. The party was here and I was a part of it. <br><br> The rest of the night became progressively more difficult and I had to catch myself from time to time when I might have been pouring one that hadn't yet been purchased for me. But it definitely took the edge off and guys loved to think they might take the bartender home, that she was here to throw down as well. Sex and alcohol mixed incredibly well together. <br><br> With my body out, I was the sex. They provided the alcohol. And no one said a thing to me. <br><br> None of the other barchicks even gave me a sidelong glance. They seemed more reticent on accepting them, though and I worried that I might be going too hard, too fast...that maybe I //would// end up fulfilling one of these guys dreams. But, most importantly, Tao [[didn't|M002 - D1Bar]] suddenly appear and fire me. <<path $HS.addictionLv lt 2>> Smiled and nudged it back. <<blocked>> $CC.name likes drugs and alcohol too much to say no. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry, boyos. Ordered and poured. Enjoy!"<</speechPC>> And with a playful little smirk I watched them down the shitty liquor like castor oil. They coughed together and turned away from me, which was fine because there were more people who needed booze. The party was on the //other// side of the bar. I was not part of it. <br><br> The rest of the night was a lot of the same. Men loving to think that they might be able to take the bartender home, that I wanted to throw down as well. Sex and alcohol mixed incredibly well together. <br><br> With my body out, I was the sex. The appeal got them purchasing more than they should of -- and if they happened to order a bit too much because they thought I was going to partake? Just meant the tabs got larger. And they got drunker and looser. <br><br> Some of the other barchicks seemed to accept a shot from time to time, but they did so timidly. So it reinforced for me that it was the right choice. The safer choice. The choice of veterans. And it kept me [[employed|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V5 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV5.png">> You pictured a bar -- a normal bar -- and you would see some sad sack, probably old and unshaven, sitting at the end nursing a beverage between bouts bending the 'tender's ear with long-winded stories. A normal bar. Not some seedy club the ass-end of a place at the ass-end of the world. Not a club designed to be a meat market. A club designed to play off erogeny and hormones. And drugs. And alcohol. High volumes of alcohol. <br><br> But there, right in front of me was this guy who didn't seem to care that my body was served to him on a platter; he didn't care that there were (some) women around at all. I'd have believed one of the women in those booths could have walked right up to him, squeezed his cock and offered him one 'on the house' and he would have given it consideration, but I'd put even money on the answer. <<speech>>"Again."<</speech>> His hand flicked at the empty glass as if to make it go away, but he was asking for it to be filled. <br><br> He wasn't who I had pictured, but he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. He took the people constantly shouldering past and against him in stride as if it were a busy day on the metro. <br><br> I filled his glass and... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar5"> <<crossroads #D1Bar5>> <<path>> Ask him why here? <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> <<set $barWins += 2>> <<run $Memories.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.png">>"Uh. Here?"<</speech>> He smiled. <br><br> It was supremely difficult to get the story. It came in fits and spurts as I battled with the masses of people that //were// interested in what I was hocking. But he didn't seem to mind picking back up wherever I told him I lost him. <br><br> He worked around the block and did general maintenance. It was a hard day -- they all were hard. He liked the energy, liveliness and youth of the crowd here. And the noise and commotion was enough that he didn't have to deal with people that he didn't want to. <br><br> I can't say I was upset, even at his meager purchases, that Gio stuck around most of the [[evening|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<set $barWins ++>> I poured as I asked. <br><br> He grunted, surprised, lifting his gaze from his glass, past my skin and straight to my face. His furrow deepend, <<speech "Gio.png">>"What?"<</speech>> If I hadn't seen his mouth, I wouldn't have understood his return question. I leaned forward and repeated it. His eyes focused hard, watching my own lips, then nodded, <<speech "Gio.png">>"Uh. Right. Here."<</speech>> <br><br> It was supremely difficult to get the story. There were moments when I could catch a few words and I tried to keep track of where he had left off and where it all was leading, but I was battling with the masses of people that //were// interested in what I was hocking. <br><br> I got his name: Gio. But that was about it. He only lasted one more drink and then he was [[gone|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Move on. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation -->> I shook my head, I didn't have time for his confusion over where he was. If this //had// been the bar he should have been in, the sheer volume of people calling for my attention should have clued him in that it was not the right time or right place for casual, townie behavior. <br><br> I felt bad, but I had a job to do and it was to be a body with bottles, not an ear and a comforting hand. <br><br> It was a relief when the next time I turned to that end of the bar he had paid his tab and [[gone|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<unset $V1>><<unset $V2>><<unset $V3>><<unset $V4>><<unset $V5>> <<if $barWins gt 5>> <<run $Memories.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. <<speech>>"You know--"<</speech>> I stopped in my tracks, <<speech>>"we have kids to do that work."<</speech>> I turned, about to give an earful to an ancient mop-man. <<speech>>"You have much, much more value."<</speech>> He was of average build, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Unremarkable except for his bearing. He did wear a smart suit that was expertly tailored. Despite not having a body of any special trait, it still made him look fantastic, <<speech>>"We're overjoyed to have you. Not many like you around here. It's been quite a while."<</speech>> He chuckled and nodded, giving me a slow once over as I strained with the load, clutched to my displayed cleavage. <br><br> So cleaners, me and...this guy. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Yeah. I know. Uh. T-thank you?"<</speechPC>> I frowned, not sure how to respond, what to do. One thing was apparent: he held power and access here. It was in his bearing, it was in his dress, it was in his presence at this time of night when even Tao wasn't around. <<speech>>"Watching you work was fucking hot."<</speech>> My hackles raised. He wasn't being leering -- he was barely looking at my super-exposed body -- but there was sexual subtext to everything he said. <<speechPC>>"You were watching?"<</speechPC>> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>><<Stats Perception ++>>I felt a tenseness in my lower back that was beyond me being at my carrying capacity. I was overwhelmed behind the bar, but I had enough awareness to know that he hadn't been a patron. And he had //never// been in my eyeline. Darkness, masses of guests, haze, laser lightshow notwithstanding, I would have noticed //him//.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>>I had been too overwhelmed behind the bar to even trust whether or not I //could// have seen him at any point of the night. All I knew is he hadn't been a patron.<</if>> <br><br> <<speech>>"Oh yes. Hard to miss. Eye-catching, even. Mesmerizing."<</speech>> The last word held the consonants a little long. <<speech>>"Black and white CCTVs did their damnedest to obscure you."<</speech>> Ah. Instinctively, I tried to locate some, one. Any? <<speech>>"But I guess that further reinforces what I'm saying. And now, in-person, ravishing."<</speech>> His English was beyond perfect. Though it had a quality that told me it wasn't his first language. And that he //could// have hidden that fact if he wanted to. <<speechPC>>"I..."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. And you...have things to attend to."<</speech>> He leaned forward, whispering in my ear, <<speech>>"You really don't have to."<</speech>> I chuckled and stepped back, beginning to move away. He wasn't looking at my ass, but he was following me. <<speechPC>>"Just trying to get things ready for tomorrow. Was a shit-show tonight."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Mhm."<</speech>> He didn't care. He let me know. I continued my work anyway. <<speech>>"First night. I couldn't have missed you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yep. First night."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Asked Peaches about you."<</speech>> I was about to correct him, but bit my tongue. <<speechPC>>"Oh?"<</speechPC>> Last bottle in place. <<speech>>"Yes. My opinion: working too hard. High-value that she should have identified immediately."<</speech>> There was an edge of anger in his tone. <br><br> I wasn't sure how to take me evaluation. It had an insidious tone to it and I had far more information than he thought I did. Better to stay quiet. I just looked up and made eye contact. <br><br> <<speech>>"She understood. Still. I wanted to introduce myself, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> My name, and I hadn't given it. He extended a manicured hand. His pinkie-nail was affected long. <<speech "Datu.png">>"Datu."<</speech>> Wiping my dirty, wet hands on the lycra of my outfit a few times, I did my best to clean myself before accepting the offered handshake, <<speechPC>>"Um. Nice to meet you. And...thank you."<</speechPC>> It was a small effort to make to placate him. <<speech "Datu.png">>"I'll be seeing you around."<</speech>> And then he was off, back down the hallway where we'd met. The cleaning crew kept their eyes down, as if he didn't exist. <br><br> I avoided going back there again. It had a threat and promise to it now that I wasn't sure I was ready to confront. I finished up what I could and headed out. I was tired anyway. And as Datu said, //I// didn't need to be doing that. <br><br> What the fuck was that? Who was that? What did he mean? Why did he call Tao Peaches? So many questions spun through my head that I was getting dizzy. I hadn't seen him before but he had the access and attitude of someone who was very important in that place. And that both excited me and scared me. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep as I considered my meeting with Datu. But all I could come up with was that my first night had been a resounding [[success|HomeBase]]. <<elseif $barWins gt 2>> <<run $Memories.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//? <<speech "Karl">>"What're ya doin?"<</speech>> Karl had stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me: the last bartender, huffing it (still in 'uniform') on trip three of four. <<speech "Karl">>"Let the barbacks do that."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They went home for the night."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl">>"Well of course they did. It's the morning. You should go home too."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Look."<</speechPC>> I dropped the crate on the bar, leaning against it and showing my exhaustion, <<speechPC>>"I nearly got eaten alive tonight because the station was a piece of shit when I showed up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl">>"Have you looked around?"<</speech>> He laughed, mirroring my position on the other side of the bar, <<speech "Karl">>"What ''isn't'' a piece of shit."<</speech>> I laughed and sighed, <<speechPC>>"True."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl">>"Well. You."<</speech>> I couldn't help the smile, <<speechPC>>"And you."<</speechPC>> I said it out of instinct. I don't even know if I meant it. But he gave me a smile right back. <<speech "Karl">>"I meant how you handled yourself tonight. Really impressive."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Um. Thank...you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl">>"Welcome. Clearly you're a cut above the rest. But don't hold out for things being different tomorrow, or the next day, or the next month."<</speech>> I sighed, hefting the crate again to finish off the work, <<speechPC>>"I gotta finish up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Karl">>"Yeah, sure. Still, I noticed how well you did."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Put in a word with me with the boss for me?"<</speechPC>> It was a joke. But I meant it too. <br><br> Some thought pulled at his brow, then he smiled again, <<speech "Karl">>"Sure."<</speech>> He reached across the bar and gave my elbow a squeeze, <<speech "Karl">>"But do get home and get some rest."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will."<</speechPC>> And I watched his broad back pass down the hallway and away, leaving me and the cleaning crew as we both made tomorrow's Club ZZYZX a better experience for everyone. <br><br> And I did go home: wondering if Karl would actually put in a word with the Boss. And was that Tao or would that be someone more important. And was he hitting on me, or serious? <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep -- unsure what the interaction with Karl had meant. Either way, I knew that I //had// really shown up and delivered on my first [[day|HomeBase]]. <<else>> Bottles clanged against each other in the crate as I brought my replenishment to my station. I wasn't about to have a repeat of today's experience. I was going to be ready to go...well, at least do the next bartender a solid, even if it wasn't me. Maybe I'd be able to get a culture shift and improve our working standards and conditions--what was I thinking? What was I //doing//? <br><br> The cleaning crew must have been having the same thought. I hoped. They were giving me looks on every trip as I huffed, ass out, tits bouncing back and forth from the supply closer to my station. All these old, weathered guys enjoying the show that they never got. No dancers were here, no bartenders, not even the ones who would probably be down to 'entertain' them. It was just me and them. <br><br> I tried to ignore it as much as possible. It was pervy, but it wasn't threatening. And they were focused on making tomorrow's Club ZZYZX a better experience for everyone, like I was. <br><br> Eventually, I did finish up -- and before they did -- and headed home. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep -- unsure what today had amounted to. Was I making progress? It just felt like I had a job. A hard job. As a bartender at a fringe, shitty club in Manila. I'd have to make future shifts more successful, otherwise I risked just being eaten up -- like so many other women -- by their [[day|HomeBase]] job. <</if>>
/* The next time they come to this passage (it's repeatable!) they will receive a different one than they have had before. So we need to ensure the random pull is unique. */ /* This code here only runs the first time the player reaches this passage */ <<if $jobEvent == undefined>> <<set $jobEvent = [0,1,2,3,4,5,6]>> <<set $Intel = []>> <<set $alreadyHacked2 = false>> <<set $jobValue = 0>> <</if>> /* Hack so older saves can access the later random events as well. Can delete once we are well past v7.3 */ <<if visited("M002 - D2Work") && Array("v0.7.2.1", "v0.7.2.0", "v0.7.1.0", "v0.7.0.0").includes($version) && $alreadyHacked == undefined>> <<set $alreadyHacked = true>> <<switch $version>> <<case "v0.7.0.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(3,4,5,6)>> <<case "v0.7.1.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(3,4,5,6)>> <<case "v0.7.2.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(4,5,6)>> <<case "v0.7.2.1">> <<run $jobEvent.push(4,5,6)>> <</switch>> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - D2Work") && $alreadyHacked2 == undefined>> <<set $alreadyHacked2 = true>> <<run $jobEvent.push(5,6)>> <</if>> <<set _currentJob = $jobEvent.pluck()>> <<if $jobEvent && $jobEvent.length == 0>> <<set $D2WorkEventsCompleted = true>> <</if>> <div id="vigns"> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <<case 6>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore6">> <</switch>> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<outfit bargirl>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <<case 6>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar6">> <</switch>> <<else>> <<outfit gogo>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <<case 6>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance6">> <</switch>> <</if>> </div> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Time to lock in and get ready to sell myself. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Time to lock in and get ready to sling some drinks and be objectified. Not necessarily in that order. <<else>> Time to lock in and get ready to shake what my mama gave me. <</if>> Just [[another day on the job|_outPassage]].
Coming into the Club was starting to feel like a job. A //real// job. <br><br> I had to quash the immediate freak-out that was triggered. <br><br> This was ''not'' a normal thing I was doing. But the fact that I had some subconscious shift towards normality suggested that my brain was trying to become comfortable with this. That I was maybe too focused on the role and not the purpose. <br><br> I wasn't about to lose myself in this. I needed to lean into my mission here. /* IMAGE (NEEDED): A female spy peeking around the corner of a wall, looking furtively into a club or bar setting. <<image framed "passage/M002-Spying_Imagine.png">> */ That I was doing this at all was because I needed to unearth truths, find connections -- girl on the inside. Those things might be revealed to me over time, naturally, but would that be fast enough? <br><br> On the other hand, become too overt in my spying and I might get identified and...eliminated. <br><br> Either way, I needed to kick things up into a higher gear. <br><br> <div id="spying"> <<crossroads #spying>> <<path>> Higher gear, sure, but passive surveillance was the way to go. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/M002-Spying.png">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $clubSurveill = "passive">> I couldn't risk life, limb and the access that I //did// have simply because I was feeling impatient. <br><br> I'd keep my eyes peeled, but I had to keep just doing my job. They couldn't tell that I was being hyper-aware. They couldn't yell at me for that. Not as long as I was doing my job. I was just the wide-eyed new girl from America. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "dance">> I wondered how long I could get away with most of my dancing being uni-directional. Hey, maybe some guys preferred the backside view anyway. <br><br> Still, even varying it up with a quick spin made me feel like I was missing something. It was hard enough to focus on dancing and monitoring all at the same time -- had other <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> agents been able to do this? <br><br> The layout of the club I had, essentially, on lock. That I'd learned simply by existing, but there were //so// many people to keep track of. It was dark. It was hazy. It was //loud// -- I wished I could 'turn the radio down' to focus. <br><br> So many faces looked the same. And from up here, everyone kind of blended together. The women were easy to identify -- they were few and far-between. Most were employees anyway. But the men were like a undulating mass of varations on a theme. <br><br> It would have been easier if I knew who I was looking for, if I had recognized anybody. <br><br> Despite the obstacles, I persisted. <<elseif $clubJob == "whore">> <<SexSkill oral>><<SexSkill handjob>> <<face runny>><<cumSpray mouth1>><<cumSpray facial2>> I wondered how long I could get away with handjobs and blowjobs right there on the couches. Even more so: I wondered how many guys I could keep at bay for as long as possible without having to do anything at all. <br><br> No one seemed to care when a cock popped out of some trousers, or that I went to work right there. If anything, it was a free preview, a teaser of what they could have. Or just a no-cost porno. <br><br> Handjobs were the easy ones. I could, essentially, look anywhere and be doing anything else while the guy was in the throws of pleasure. <br><br> Blowjobs on the other hand...I tried to make sure I was facing as much of the club as possible. I had to keep my eyes open and fight the desire of so many of the johns to look up at them while I was giving them head. I had //work// to do, guys! <br><br> The layout of the club I had, essentially, on lock. That I'd learned simply by existing, but there were //so// many people to keep track of. It was dark. It was hazy. It was //loud// -- I wished I could 'turn the radio down' to focus. <br><br> So many faces looked the same. And from the viewpoints of laps, everyone kind of blended together. The women were easy to identify -- they were few and far-between. Most were employees anyway. But the men were like a undulating mass of varations on a theme. Tough enough with runny eyes and bleary vision. <br><br> It would have been easier if I knew who I was looking for, if I had recognized anybody. <br><br> Despite the obstacles, I persisted. <<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>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set $clubSurveill = "active">> I couldn't wait for it to fall into my lap. I'd been here long enough, I could probably pretend I had the run of this place. <br><br> Still, my heart was in my throat, leaving my station as casually as I could manage. <br><br> That was the VIP room. Probably something to dig up there, but doubted I could just waltz right in. <br><br> Bathrooms. Storage Rooms. Knew those intimately. <<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Investigate.png">> <br><br> Exit to the alleyway. Smoke breaks. Trash. Quick spot for Johns. <br><br> Okay. Continuing down the hallway, let's see. Just a little wandering and...wait, reinforced door, keypad, that's gotta be something, wait, wait-- <<image framed "M002-Spying-Door.png">> <<speech "Karl">>"What are you doing, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Not a question. <br><br> The laughter came easily, if not convincingly, <<speechPC>>"I could ask you the same thing, door boy!"<</speechPC>> I pulled at his shirt a little, leaning closer and smiling up at him with a playful little flash of my eyes. <<speech "Karl">>A hard, parental look: "And only one of us is ever at the door. You can't be back here."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Really? Any you can? That hardly seems fair."<</speechPC>> Okay. Whether he knew I was up to no good or not, he //was// back here to dissuade and stop it from happening. I needed to choose a course of action, now: <br><br> <<crossroads #spying>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> 'Distract' him. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<contents>> <<if $clubJob == "whore">><<set $jobValue -= 2>><<else>><<set $jobValue -->><</if>> <<set $People['AI'].Karl.rel += 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> /* New relationship */ The hard look hardened: <<speech "Karl">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> Let's see if I could get something else hard and soften this insistence of his. <br><br> Dropping to my knees right there in the back hallway, my hands caressed down the pleats in his slacks. He dressed well for being the muscle at a seedy club. <<speech "Karl">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Confusion, but there was a catch in his voice, <<speech "Karl">>"What are you--"<</speech>> I fished him out, warm and soft, right into my mouth. My <<print $Body.eyes>> went up as my mouth engulfed him. That look on his face instantly softened. <<if $Personality.traits.includes("Normal")>><<growPersonality "Slut">><<set $mindCorruption ++>> It was at this moment I realized what I was doing. Was this the <<print $CC.name>> of a week ago? <</if>> <br><br> This must have been more in line with typical <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>><</if>> procedure. <br><br> <<if $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. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while I continued to work my magic on the <<linkexpand "end of his cock.">> end of his cock. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>> I couldn't help but mouth-full chuckle, Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. Karl yanking his steely shaft from my mouth and awkwardly trying to zip up. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. He'd be feeling the pain in his balls for certain. A punishment 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. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <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. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> <br><br> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while he unloaded <<linkexpand "into my mouth">> into my mouth. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>><<cumSpray mouth1>> I stifled a laugh. Karl's urge to enjoy his nut was directly at odds with the threat of Peaches right there. My hands pulled at his thighs, making the decision for him, his warm load pumping into my mouth as he stood dumbfounded, looking at his boss. Peaches stood there with her hands on her hips, quite the climactic capstone. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees and trying to ignore the taste in my mouth as I spoke. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <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. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> He yanked back suddenly, cock coming out of my mouth and his load spraying <<linkexpand "across my face.">> across my face. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>><<cumSpray mouth1 facial1>> I couldn't help but laugh, his warm load streaking me as he tried to get himself back in his pants. Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees and trying to ignore my new makeup. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again.".<</speechPC>> Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. I ran through what I thought I had picked up. Four digits, it seemed. I think the last two were middle of the keypad and then a 1. Better than nothing. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <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. <<speech "Tao.png">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while I continued to work my magic on the <<linkexpand "end of his cock.">> end of his cock. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>> I couldn't help but mouth-full chuckle, Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. Karl yanking his steely shaft from my mouth and awkwardly trying to zip up. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. He'd be feeling the pain in his balls for certain. A punishment 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. <<speech "Tao.png">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again.".<</speechPC>> Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here. <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <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>> 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>
Being a bartender usually meant that you expected to have guys hit on you, to ask for your number, to offer you drinks and try to take you home. Par for the course. <br><br> Club ZZYZX upped the ante in a way that never would have flown at 'reputable' establishments back in the States. Guys wanted to grope. They wanted their little chance at a fantasy hookup with their pretty drink-slinger right then, right there. <br><br> Talking to the barbacks didn't give any indication if it was always that way or if it was the permissiveness of the other bargirls. Talking to the other bartenders got me more snark and cold shoulders than any answers. I wasn't judging them. I was trying to maybe, shift the power structure back a bit. <br><br> The practice was inculcated. And little surprise, given that across from the bar were literal prostitutes. Club ZZYZX was a place where people came to take advantage of the women working. Just us a little less than the others. <<speechPC>>"Long Island--"<</speechPC>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Bar1.png">> <<speech>>"Nice tits."<</speech>> I slid the drink over to him anyway. He motioned me over. Fuck. Here we go. <div id="groping"> <<crossroads #groping>> <<path $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")>> When in Rome... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't slutty enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<face shock>> <<state aroused>> <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> I leaned forward on the bar as if to talk to him. He pushed his hand right into my top. <<speech>>"Oh yeah. //Great// tits."<</speech>> He looked over at the guy next to him and gave a little head nod. They didn't know each other. The other guy looked a little confused, but the moment he realized he was being invited to stick his hand into my top, he went right for it. <br><br> I felt the lycra top straining as a hand groped underneath it from two very different angles. <br><br> I was straining up on my toes, feeling them taking purchase in the rubber mat as best they could while my hips leaned hard against the steel bar. <<speechPC>>"So you guys drinking...or?"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Sorry, hand's a bit busy, dear."<</speech>> His fingers found my nipple and tweaked. <<speechPC>>"Fu--"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Oh, she likes that."<</speech>> He nudged his new-found friend. The other nipple got tweaked in turn. They were both hard as rocks immediately. The place between my legs was soon wet. And the little outfit was not conducive to female arousal, let me tell you. <<speechPC>>"G-guys."<</speechPC>> I giggled, trying to fight off the flutter of my eyelids, the desire my lower half had to climb over the bar and get some relief. <<speech>>"Allright, allright."<</speech>> The other one smiled and patted his breast-buddy on the back, sliding his hand free, <<speech>>"She's been pretty giving. You know Di would never--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's why you gotta go after the new ones."<</speechPC>> The first guy chuckled, turning away from me and into his Long Island Iced Tea. They began to discuss their own perverted approaches and strategies, but talking to each other allowed me to move away and look for different, less handsy clientele. <br><br> My body welcomed another hand almost immediately: <<speech>>"Welcome to the crew, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My ass took a firm swat. One of the more tattooed girls just walked by after that performance and clearly approved. <br><br> Don't make waves. Get in the mix. Even if it meant acting like a playtoy for these 'clients.' <br><br> Just another night as a bargirl, not a [[bartender|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Just because everyone else was jumping off a bridge... <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $jobValue -->> <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> I leaned forward on the bar as if to talk to him. And almost immediately his hand slid forward to go for the opening in the lycra top. I leaned back, letting his fingers barely tease across my cleavage before leaving him wanting. <<speech>>"I said, nice. tits."<</speech>> He frowned at me, leaving his hand extended as if I had not given him a high-five. <<speechPC>>"I heard you. That's really nice of you."<</speechPC>> I began to move away. <<speechPC>>"Enjoy the drink!"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Fuckin' new bitch."<</speech>> I could hear him over the music. He was fuming. <br><br> Moving down the bar, I found another guy in need of a beverage. As I was making it, he tried to smack my ass. I dropped my hips right before his hand fell. Just a perfectly timed little maneuver to get at a lime. <<speechPC>>"Nobody on this side but us, sorry."<</speechPC>> I looked firmly at his hand, swaying. <<speech>>"Oh, come. On."<</speech>> He was young, he was frustrated. He had expected to play grab-a-girl all night. I wondered if he was even of age. For anything. <<speechPC>>"It's coming. Hold on."<</speechPC>> And then his drink was made and I was gone. <br><br> The next man to try to take advantage tried to pull me in for a kiss. I almost had to wrestle his hand from the back of my head. He was pulling harder than some guys when they were trying to control a blowjob. <br><br> That brought too much attention. A bottle broke and one of the more tattooed and senior bargirls was over to us in a second, <<speech>>"What the fuck."<</speech>> She stared daggers at me, pushing me away with her hip as she started to make his vodka tonic. <<speech>>"Just wanted give her kiss."<</speech>> Came his broken English. Another firm look and then she proceeded to let him suck on her tongue right in front of me as if she were doing an instructional performance. In a way she was. This is how you were a bargirl. Not the way I was. And fuck, she was kinda impressive. Her hands were still making the drink, despite being leaned up and making out with the grizzled southeast Asian man with yellowed teeth. <br><br> The drink was finished and so was the kiss. Then she turned hard on me and pushed me against the lowboy, <<speech>>"Don't fuck around. You're one of us. This isn't a game."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We shouldn't have to do this."<</speechPC>> She wasn't convinced. She didn't even think twice, <<speech>>"Do you know who you work for? You //do//."<</speech>> I hadn't made any friends. On either side of the bar. Just another night as a bargirl, not a [[bartender|HomeBase]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 2>> If the other girls were getting felt up, there was only one way to make an impression. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<face ahego>> <<state aroused>> <<speechPC>>"Hey, bring yer drink around here..."<</speechPC>> I motioned him towards the corner of the bar. He looked confused, but moved over without argument. <br><br> I took my time, smiling at him, letting my hips sway back and forth, up and down as I approached the far corner of the bar. Being relegated to this part meant that I was the lowest-rung, furthest from restock, first to be approached from the door, but also had its decided unique advantages. <<speech>>"Why am I drinking here, tits?"<</speech>> I put my finger to my lips, my other finger pulled down on the front of the spandex-y shorts, revealing what I was hiding beneath them. I leaned my enticing hips against the far corner of the bar as if I was taking a rest, but perfectly within arms reach of getting in my shorts. <br><br> <<layeredImage "bargirl1/PNG">> His hand dived in. <br><br> My tits were forgotten. A finger was shoved up inside me, then two. He was practically panting, grinning at me as he felt me from the inside, <<speech>>"Fuck, gotta love the new girls."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Y-yeah?"<</speechPC>> I barely gasped out. <<speech>>"Might be my new favorite."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No--one else...lets you play, play...with their k-k-kitty?"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"No one else invites me and opens the door."<</speech>> He chuckled, digging his fingers in deep to almost the last knuckle. <<speech>>"Fuck the Long Island Iced Tea."<</speech>> He laughed, withdrawing his fingers. He sucked on them, nodding and smiling at me. I think even in the shitty light of the club he could tell my cheeks were pink. My thumb was still holding down the front of the shorts. It tugged a little lower, almost begging for him to return to a job half-done. <br><br> He shook his head, other hand -- the hand that had been on the cold glass -- clapped firmly against my mound. My heat and his cold was shocking. The strike against my sensative clit was stunning. I practically stumbled. <<speech>>"Back to work. I'll let the guys know you need some attention."<</speech>> And with that he was gone. <br><br> Upside: I became quite a favorite amongst the guys who knew. Downside: I was a walking ball of frustration. Upside: When guys were getting their little extra, it meant I didn't need to make drinks. Downside: The other girls were not pleased with my permissive pussy. <br><br> Just another night as a bargirl, not a [[bartender|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
Tonight had been a hustle. I was practically out of breath. Clients were practically ordering ontop of each other. And I was doing my best. <br><br> I felt like I was a dervish, hands and legs working, swaying left and right -- a dance of drinking. But just like the dervish can't stop, spinning dangerously faster, so was I. It felt like I was handling everyone. <br><br> I stepped back, vodka bottle spinning in the well that I had nearly missed. <br><br> Well, that's because I was. <br><br> The other bargirls were //up// ''on'' the bar. They had joined the dancers on the platforms with their own platform. They were all a part of it. <br><br> As much as these guests seemed thirsty to watch more girls bouncing around in next to nothing, they also seemed thirsty and needing their bevs to flow. <div id="dance"> <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Bar2.png">> <<crossroads #dance>> <<path>> Join in? <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<skillChecked "Performance" "Past Experience">> <<set _dancehist = $CC.danceStyles.length>> <<set _danceskill = $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + _dancehist>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<if _danceskill gt 4>> A break? Fuck. Yes. <br><br> I hopped up onto the bar with the rest of them with a squeal of delight. And nearly slipped on some liquid to end up on my ass. <br><br> A stutter step and I waved down at the guys below me. They were all getting a direct shot between my legs at my mound //clutched// by lycra. I was thankful for the dim light and began to gyrate, matching time with the beat. <br><br> My shoulders got into it. I felt the sway and bounce in my barely-restrained tits. <br><br> Knees bent slightly, tensing the exposed muscles in my legs and pulled my skin tight. The lycra bit into my asscrack and pulled tighter across my crotch. <br><br> Just a night at the club or a crazy concert. <br><br> Nuhuh, I was a better dancer than that. I wasn't just some woo-girl. I kicked it up a notch. <br><br> Even in the dim light, I took the risk. I assessed the things on the bar and went for it. A flip, head over heels with long leg extensions. I heard a few guys go 'wow', my feet coming down exactly where I wanted them to. I popped and locked, ensuring my tits and ass shook just a little bit more. My hands caressed up and down my bare body. I stared down at the men and boys before me, giving them the sexiest 'come get me' face I could. I bit my lip and made the show what it was: for them. <br><br> From one side of my station to the other, I sauntered and offered my attention. Stroked one's face, curled my leg playfully around another. It was a combination of what a stripper might do, what a club girl would do...but with a dancer's technique. <br><br> I wasn't paying attention to the other girls, but all the same, I could feel the eyes on //me//. Even from further down the bar. The rest of the girls just felt like stuttering, jiggling messes. Displaying themselves without deeper purpose or desire. No skill. No art. And that was less sexy. <br><br> Then the song transitioned. <br><br> I gave an ecstatic cry and shifted into a more rave-style. I'd figure out my next transition once I got a handle on this song...Oh. <br><br> It had taken me a moment to realize that I was the only one still up on the bar dancing. The others were back at their stations, feverishly working as if nothing had happened. <br><br> Oh. So there was like a 'bargirl' song. I made a mental note that this place had its own kind of Coyote Ugly thing going on and if I heard that beat drop again, I'd be back up and gyrating as a second set of dancers, up-front and center for the clientele at the bar. <br><br> I dropped down, clambering my way back down behind the bar. My ass got smacked rapidly by the guys behind me. It nearly sent me tumbling to the sticky mat below, but I caught myself on a watergun and spun safely into place. I flipped them off. They laughed and gave me thumbs up back. <br><br> Thankfully, they didn't seem any more thirsty than before. Our break had truly been that: a little fun and a spell between the frantic pace of being a bartender. The girl part of being a bargirl. <br><br> The night came to a close much like any other night. I was a sweating, panting mess, hefting heavy bins back and forth until Peaches was standing there in front of me. <<speechPC>>"Oh uh. Hey, Tao."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Incredible show tonight."<</speech>> I heard some bottles clanging sharply against the bar somewhere down to my right. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh, the dancing?" <</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Exactly. Dancing. You've seen the other girls, yes?"<</speech>> She pointed to the elevated platforms. I nodded, dumbly, confused. <<speech "Tao.png">>"How would you like to be one of them instead."<</speech>> So I had proven myself with my little display tonight. And there was an offer to switch roles. Tao seemed like she wanted me there. I didn't know what that meant or why she would be keen on it. <br><br> But on the other hand, I had been making my way forward as a bargirl so far. Would I be losing all that momentum? Would I have to start over again? Would it be a better opportunity? <div id="promo"> <<crossroads #promo>> <<path>> Take the offer? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $clubJob = "dance">> <<set $M2.visitedClubJobDay1 = false>> <<set $daysWorked = visited("M002 - D2Work")>> The bar had felt like a dead end so far. <<speechPC>>"Wow. That's...thank you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> It sounded like the perfect fit: I'd have a bird's-eye view of the whole area. I'd see the comings and goings. I'd have access to the back rooms and hallways. And I'd be center stage, literally. People would know me and I'd have clout and attention, whenever I needed to leverage it. There was the question of how I'd manage just striking up a conversation as just a 'dancer', but I'd figure it out. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Okay. Follow me."<</speech>> The little lady who reminded me somewhat of Edna Mode brought me down the hallway, giving a shoulder to the dressing room. No knock, no warning. No privacy. And the girls, despite many of them being mostly naked, didn't seem to care or notice, continuing on their conversation as if nothing was happening. It was a gaggle of tits and (almost) unanimously hairless pussies. Some of them were reclining casually, some of them were in the midst of applying glitter and other kinds of rave-like makeup. A few of them were wearing underwear. "Makeup like their's," a jabbed finger at two of them, "Outfits like..." cursory shake of her hand at half a dozen skimpy outfits that were draped over chairs and vanities. Very Go-Go. High boots, stockings and fishnets, hotpants and tops that clutched to breasts. Stripper-lite. <br><br> The door shut and we were turning quickly back the way we'd come. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I can do that."<</speechPC>> She gave me side-eye, <<speech "Tao.png">>"You've got that //with// you?"<</speech>> I shook my head. She laughed in triumph rather than humor. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Right. Outfit is on you, no...stipend of that kind of thing. I can swing you a shift...tomorrow at the soonest. That okay? You're not going to be kicked out of...wherever you're staying?"<</speech>> We were moving back towards the main club space with intention -- she had things to do. <<speechPC>>"No, no that's fine. I'll be here."<</speechPC>> Good, little eager new-employee energy. <br><br> <<speech "Tao.png">>"You might be able to get some guidance from the girls, but I'm guessing you have danced before. Some men may tip you after your dance -- this isn't a strip club -- but otherwise, don't expect cash-in-hand every night."<</speech>> There was a twist to the way she had said 'may tip' which implied to me there was a bit more 'strip club' than she let on. At least in the VIP, backroom kind of way. <<speechPC>>"Sounds good to me."<</speechPC>> She raised an eyebrow, not believing it actually sounded good, but it added to my need for the job, some desperation, which seemed in line with her expectations. <br><br> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run."<</speech>> I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. <br><br><br> Rather than swing back to home base, I headed out to the nearby mall to grab what I needed. Putting together my bespoke club dance-girl outfit felt like a grab-bag of things that I kept trying to make work. I would be in one changing room trying a top on with bottoms from somewhere else and realize I liked the top better than the bottoms and had to go back and return them. And it got worse when I added in more factors like accessories and footwear. The makeup I saved for last, using the palette of colors and tones from the assembled wear as a guideline. <br><br> A few hours later, I finally was back home, exhausted. I snapped a quick text off now that I had WiFi, <<call>>"Changed Jobs: Dancer at the club. Felt like a better fit."<</call>> An almost instant response: <<call "EROS">>"Understood."<</call>> <br><br> Was that...agreement? Did they think I was making the wrong choice? Or were they simply trusting my instincts and it was a recognition of information? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent doing makeup tutorials on YouTube and trying different applications. When I let my skin rest, I stretched and did more yoga than I'd done in a while. I wanted to be limber and ready to go. I wasn't about to pull something my first time on stage and look a dope. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of eavesdropping some critical intel while holding a split. It was all silly, but I had no frame of reference for anything else. <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being up on that stage, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Stay behind the bar? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh thanks...that's really nice of you, but...I think I'd be more comfortable back here."<</speechPC>> I patted the cold bartop, feeling its tackiness pull at my palm. <br><br> She shrugged, unaffected by my response. And she was gone, leaving me to clean up my station like any other night. <br><br> I felt daggers digging into me from my left. It was one of the other girls. <<speechPC>>"Uh, just...not my thing."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Nobody moves up to be dancers."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> A playful little laugh, <<speechPC>>"No upward mobility at a place like this?"<</speechPC>> She didn't like my response. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Only down."<</speech>> She motioned towards the empty couches across from us. <<speechPC>>"Well, sounds like they have an open spot...maybe next time--"<</speechPC>> She had grabbed a bin and turned away from me. Fuck. Trying to play nice back here was brutal. <br><br> I hoped I hadn't both said no to an opportunity that wouldn't come again //and// additionally pissed off the girls I worked with more. <br><br> Only time would tell. <br><br> I grunted my own bin up onto my hips, hefting it to the back. As I huffed, I tried to reassure myself that keeping my head down was the right choice. That the bar would have it's own opportunities. <br><br> Only [[time would tell|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> A break? Fuck. Yes. <br><br> I hopped up onto the bar with the rest of them with a squeal of delight. And nearly slipped on some liquid to end up on my ass. <br><br> A stutter step and I waved down at the guys below me. They were all getting a direct shot between my legs at my mound //clutched// by lycra. I was thankful for the dim light and began to gyrate, matching time with the beat. <br><br> My shoulders got into it. I felt the sway and bounce in my barely-restrained tits. <br><br> Knees bent slightly, tensing the exposed muscles in my legs and pulled my skin tight. The lycra bit into my asscrack and pulled tighter across my crotch. <br><br> Just a night at the club or a crazy concert. <br><br> One of the other girls sauntered towards me, a tight, sexy smile, seductive while matching my movements. Her hand extended and her fingers made a 'come-hither' motion. <br><br> We walked towards each other, navigating between people's arms and drinks and giving each other that 'party girl' look. And then we were against each other. Our practically naked bodies interlocked. I lifted one leg and swung it in the air as she pressed her crotch against my other thigh. Her hands caressed up my arms and mine held her hips. <br><br> I could feel her warmth. Probably just from working her ass off and dancing, but maybe she was getting off on our dance. <br><br> We swayed together, clasping and pressing at each other, two sets of tits, two asses, four legs and a LOT of skin. Whether she was into girls or not, that was the show we were giving them. <br><br> And then the song transitioned. She did a little running-man backwards and woo'd! She gave me a firm smack on my ass and then hopped back down behind the bar to resume working as if nothing had happened. <br><br> Oh. So there was like a 'bargirl' song. I made a mental note that this place had its own kind of Coyote Ugly thing going on and if I heard that beat drop again, I'd be back up and gyrating as a second set of dancers, up-front and center for the clientele at the bar. <br><br> I dropped down, clambering my way back down behind the bar. My ass got smacked rapidly by the guys behind me. It nearly sent me tumbling to the sticky mat below, but I caught myself on a watergun and spun safely into place. I flipped them off. They laughed and gave me thumbs up back. <br><br> Thankfully, they didn't seem any more thirsty than before. Our break had truly been that: a little fun and a spell between the frantic pace of being a bartender. The girl part of being a bargirl. <br><br> And at the end of the night I got one smile from my 'co-workers,' the girl I had danced with. Okay, that was a little forward momentum back here, even if it wasn't directly for the [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<path>> Keep working? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> I felt the fury rising in me. They were all 'taking a break' and leaving me to do all the work. I'd show them. <br><br> They hooted and wooed. Their crowd joined in with them. I had their asses in my face, lycra pressing against me as I tried to focus on the job at hand. I tried to play it off, smiling and laughing. I gave the asses a smack as they came by. <br><br> My hands had to weave between legs, avoiding their kicks and steps. <br><br> And then one of them just //had// to drop onto her knees and twerk, spinning to pop her pussy out at the crowd and then back at me while her tits bounced in my face. I ''only'' wanted to make a fucking vodka soda, bitch. <br><br> But still I smiled, ignoring the display. <br><br> And then the song ended. <br><br> Almost in unison, they all dropped back behind the bar, a few woos and claps but they went right back to work and saved me from drowning. Oh. So there was like a 'bargirl' song. I made a mental note that this place had its own kind of Coyote Ugly thing going on and if I heard that beat drop again, I'd know better than stay down in the well. <br><br> I could have used the break. <br><br> [[Next time|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
It was a night like any other. Just busting my butt to get guys drunk. Or their girls drunk so they could get it. <br><br> And then came a scream from the end of the bar. <br><br> I jerked to a stop and looked. The pitch dug to that instinctive part of my brain: check for danger! <br><br> One of the girls was standing shock-still, looking down at herself. Had some guy done something? Was she shot? Was she bleeding? My mind immediately went to those places because I knew where I was. <br><br> But she seemed...fine? <br><br> And the guys cheered. She brightened and laughed, bouncing with her arms to her side, letting her chest bounce. And that's when I noticed the way her top stuck to her. She had gotten wet. And so she was even more on display. <br><br> A little wet T-shirt. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A white croptop soaked through to show the outline of breasts and nipples <<image framed "passage/wet_croptop.png">> */ She grabbed the soda gun that had been swaying in front of her, hanging limply after it had gone off and drenched her. She turned it to the bargirl next to her and sprayed. She wasn't defenseless, and the two of them were sending streams of liquid at each other and squealing. The guys were cheering and pounding their hands on the bartop. <br><br> Drinks had ceased being ordered. They started to crowd away from me and down towards the two girls as they pretended it was some summer in the backyard with a couple of hoses. <br><br> <div id="wet"> <<crossroads #wet>> <<path $CC.maleAttention gt 1 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Raise the bar. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't crave attention that much <<contents>> <<set $jobValue += 2>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Wet T-Shirt Winnings")>> Let's make it a 'thing.' I shrugged and turned my own soda gun on myself. I squealed in delight and saw gazed turning back my way. A couple of the girls who had finally been left alone by some of those guys squealed as they got hit with the backspray...and their pursuers were returning now, thanks to me. <br><br> My nipples became fucking //rigid// under the punishing AC. I shivered, goosebumps marbling over my super-exposed body. <br><br> And like the wave of liquid I had sprayed on myself, soon all of us bargirls were getting into it. <br><br> The guys were more than happy to not get drinks for a little bit, enjoying the extra show that we were giving them. I even handed an extra-cute guy the gun for a moment to let him spray me. <br><br> I was a soaking ''mess''. But I was laughing and enjoying myself. Better than most nights working here. <br><br> And that was worth a reward. They deserved more than just some shirts sticking to tits. <br><br> I pulled mine <<linkexpand "off!">> off<<upper>>! I tossed it to the loudest guy cheering as what little hid me ceased to hide anything. I woo'd and bounced, spinning in a circle. <br><br> That definitely drew eyes. Guys crowded down the bar towards me, towards nudity. And they pushed for more. <br><br> I turned around, bending forward against the low-boy, looking back over my shoulder as I swung my ass side to side, thumbs hooking under the lycra as I pulled back. It peeled away from my skin pleadingly, but once it was off my asscheeks and tugging away from my pussy, my <<linkexpand "shorts came off">> shorts came off<<lower>> easily. <br><br> I attempted to flick them up from my sneaker before they hit the gross, dirty mat, but to no avail. They were a lost cause...and quickly ground against the rubbery material that was coated in god-knows what. <br><br> Everyone was watching my impromptu striptease. <br><br> And then I realized I was going to be without clothes. The one who had taken my top? Surprisingly nowhere to be seen. <br><br> Who was to be seen? Peaches and a fucking bouncer. Shit. Time was money and they weren't bringing in any. They came right at me and I was scolded, yelled at. She brought me a new set of bargirl clothing with a reminder, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Do //not// put that on tonight. You'll ruin them."<</speech>> And so she condemned me to be a nude bargirl for the rest of the evening. <br><br> I did see some extra money come across the bartop for the rest of the evening. We soaked, sticky girls getting a little prize for our impromptu wet t-shirt 'contest'. But all in all, we were just shivering and feeling the full repurcussions of our little party as we switched back into bartender mode. <br><br> And for me it was worse than the others. Guys were grabbing at the skin on display because it wasn't hidden at all. They got eyefulls of my tits and pussy all night. Fingers dug and groped at me relentlessly. <br><br> My crowd was huge that evening. Catcalls were relentless. The other bargirls were not happy with what I had done. And neither were the prostitutes: I was stealing the men away from them. <br><br> The house and those girls might have lost a little money, that night thanks to me. And if I could ignore the aftermath, I got a few more bucks as well. <br><br> All in all, it wasn't //that// crazy of a thing to happen in a place like Club [[ZZYZX|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Join in. <<contents>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Wet T-Shirt Winnings")>> Let's make it a 'thing.' I shrugged and turned my own soda gun on myself. I squealed in delight and saw gazed turning back my way. A couple of the girls who had finally been left alone by some of those guys squealed as they got hit with the backspray...and their pursuers were returning now, thanks to me. <br><br> My nipples became fucking //rigid// under the punishing AC. I shivered, goosebumps marbling over my super-exposed body. <br><br> And like the wave of liquid I had sprayed on myself, soon all of us bargirls were getting into it. <br><br> The guys were more than happy to not get drinks for a little bit, enjoying the extra show that we were giving them. I even handed an extra-cute guy the gun for a moment to let him spray me. <br><br> I was a soaking ''mess''. But I was laughing and enjoying myself. Better than most nights working here. <br><br> The girl next down the bar was pulled over by a couple of the guys and we were judged, tops taut against our tits. <<skillChecked "Chest size">> <<if $Body.tits is ("large","extralarge","huge")>>She was //not// happy about it, but it was quickly clear that I was the winner. I outstacked her by far. She even popped hers out to try and edge me out. She gave them feels while I just stood there proudly clothed and proudly big-chested. No matter what she did, they still shook their heads and voted me. Guys will always be guys. Size always matters.<<elseif $Body.tits is "medium">>They hemmed and hawed. They rubbed their chins. Then they insisted and rubbing our tits. Getting handfuls because it was 'so close'. A photo finish, so they took some photos to really compare and zoom in. And then they decided it was a tie. Of course, even after getting all that, it was a draw. And they had won. <<else>>And she. Fucking. Won. Of //course// she did. No matter how perky and great a little set are, they can't hold up to a girl with bigger handfuls. As if size matters. Guys will always be guys.<</if>> <br><br> It wasn't too long-lived. Peaches and a bouncer came over to break them up. Time was money and they weren't bringing in any. <br><br> I did see some extra money come across the bartop for the rest of the evening. We soaked, sticky girls getting a little prize for our impromptu wet t-shirt 'contest'. But all in all, we were just shivering and feeling the full repurcussions of our little party as we switched back into bartender mode. The house might have lost a little money, but we seemed to fare alright. <br><br> All in all, it wasn't //that// crazy of a thing to happen in a place like Club [[ZZYZX|HomeBase]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lt 2>> Let them have their fun. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Excitable <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Seeing the crowd moving away from me came like a sigh of relief. They could fucking go naked and draw attention for the rest of the night for all I cared. I could use the break. <br><br> I leaned against the bar and watched the two of them really get into it. Soon they were up in each other's faces, spraying and grabbing at each other. A tit came out. Some ass. I worried for their outfits. <br><br> But it was all in fun. They weren't really going for each other's throats. They were probably just enjoying the break as much as I was, even though it meant they needed to sell their bodies a bit more than usual. <br><br> Display ass rather than bust ass. <br><br> A couple of the girls who had been left by the guys angling for them and I laughed and shook our head at the sight. None of us could understand why girls would do that. <br><br> The irony did hit me, but I tried to play it off, as I stood there, ass and tits mostly out, chatting with them and offering an occasional shot or beverage while we enjoyed the time to ourselves. <br><br> It wasn't too long-lived. Peaches and a bouncer came over to break them up. Time was money and they weren't bringing in any. <br><br> I did see some extra tip go across the bartop for the rest of the evening as the soaked, sticky girls switched back into bartender mode. The house might have lost a little money, but they seemed to fare alright. <br><br> All in all, it wasn't //that// crazy of a thing to happen in a place like Club [[ZZYZX|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
Most of the nights it was a slog. By the end, my arms were leaden, my fingers were waterlogged. I didn't have time to care about what was showing and what wasn't. Slinging drinks usually meant that I was moving too fast for there to be too much accosting across the bar. Instead, they were content with lewd remarks and leering. I couldn't pay attention anyway. <br><br> It was nights like those that made me content in my role. On display: an appertif to the sexual offerings of the club without really //being// an offering. I was just a worker. Sex-worker adjacent. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Hey."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Buttcrack peeking out of a pair of black lycra hotshorts <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Bar4a.png">> */ The sweat -- despite the egregious AC -- had fully beaded in my cleavage and was collecting in my lycra-clad crack. I looked up and nodded at her, pouring my latest bev. I stepped aside, figuring she needed access to my well. Her hand dropped ontop of my wrist, keeping me from lifting the vodka, <<speech "Lila.png">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I yanked up, extricating myself from her and sending a stream of vodka across both of our arms. I finished pouring, nudging the glass across the bar before turning to her with a frown. Both of us taking a bar rag to wipe the alcohol clean. <<speechPC>>"What did I do."<</speechPC>> It's what I expected this was about. I didn't exactly have a stellar record with my 'colleagues'. <br><br> A clipped laugh, <<speech "Lila.png">>"Some of us are going out after. Want to join?"<</speech>> Well. That was unexpected. <div id="comraderie"> <<crossroads #comraderie>> <<path>> "Thanks. Don't know how you do it. I'm wiped. I need to crash after this." <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $jobValue ++>> I was exhausted. I wasn't here to make friends and had been holding my own without playing nice with the others. <br><br> She nodded, returning to the reserved countenance I had gotten used to amongst the other bargirls. Without another word, she turned and headed back to her well. <br><br> And then it was back to serving drinks. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider the decision until we wrapped up and I saw her and two other girls hooting while swinging out from behind the bar -- and out the door. I shook my head and laughed. Their wells were going to be a mess tomorrow. Speaking of... <br><br> Turning to the necessary work, I cleaned up after the evening, wondering if they were going to change before going wherever they were going to end up. Hefting my tubs back to storage, I wondered if they'd be rocking a hangover the next shift. Probably. <br><br> Another shake of my head: No. Thanks. I'd take the comfort of knowing I'd be rocking and rolling easily next time I was behind the bar alongside getting the sleep my body was already craving. <br><br> As far as the mission: these girls weren't the masterminds behind some global terrorism. They hadn't done something with my Mom. They would have just been friends. <br><br> Far better uses of my time. <br><br> Like [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <<path>> "Sure. I'd love to." <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Lila")>> <<state hungover>> <<face drunk>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> She did a little kick and leaned forward to smack my ass in rapid succession. <br><br> I laughed. The guys watching us enjoyed it as well. <br><br> And then it was back to serving drinks. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider the decision until we wrapped up and I saw her and two other girls hooting as they sauntered over to me. My hands were filling my first tub of the evening and she was shaking her head. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Nuh-uh. No time."<</speech>> She leaned down, grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me away from my duties. <br><br> I stumbled across the rubber mat, looking despondently back at the barely-started chore. That was going to be a bitch to deal with next time I was behind the bar. But too late, we were a conga-line of chicks making our way towards the front door. <<speechPC>>"We, uh, gonna change first?"<</speechPC>> It came with an awkward laugh, the warm night air replacing the cold air-con and reminding me just how exposed we were. Like we were straight out of a rap video. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Did you bring a change?"<</speech>> She pointed to the compact Indonesian girl, who shook her head. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Did you?"<</speech>> To the bleached-blonde Indian, who responded with a wry laugh. Then to me: <<speech "Lila.png">>"Did you?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lila.png">>"Well, there's your answer. Just don't let guys get any ideas. Ya know, like work."<</speech>> She grinned and squeezed me tight against her. <br><br> She was an American as well and seemed eager to have another ex-pat friend. Her name was Lila. The Indonesian, Jamilah. The Indian, Rupinder. <br><br> There was a hole-in-the-wall bar just around the corner that played an after-hours establishment for hospitality workers like us. Surprisingly, we barely got any looks. We didn't get approached. These girls were regulars and I was happy to feel safe for once. <br><br> Lila was a partying girl (no surprise) from Florida that came here for the cheaper lifestyle and considered our outfits better than some of the bikini bars she had worked in on the beaches. I guess she wasn't wrong. <br><br> None of them had many questions about me. It wasn't a 'getting to know you' session, except in the way that you get familiar with drinking buddies -- because we were //drinking//. Until the encroaching dawn shut the bar down. <br><br> To them, this was just a job. To them, nothing nefarious seemed to fluster them. Not a single word was mentioned about the prostitution, the sexualization, the underworld dealings that the club was a front for. The only other staff member they mentioned (besides a game of Marry-Kill-Fuck with the bouners) was Peaches. I could tell there was a simmering fear and respect for her, but also a latent desire to punch her in the face. Sympatico. <br><br> It really was a wonderful night out. A moment that felt normal. I could disassociate from the real reasons that I was in Manila. <br><br> We stumbled out into the street, heading off in different directions, with only a few hours of sleep left on offer for us. I heard a call from behind me and spun on my sneakers -- swaying and nearly falling on my hip. <<speech "Lila.png">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>. That was fun. Let's do it again."<</speech>> Yeah. That sounded good. <br><br> The drink on the brain made it an easy thing to want to do. And not a single consideration whether or not Lila would get me closer to my end goal here. <br><br> She was nice. She was normal. She was fun. <br><br> Everything my mission was [[not|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
/* Getting picked up as a bargirl */ I pulled my hand free, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I'll get you another--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He had picked up his still-full beverage. He was smiling and shaking his head. He leaned forward, taking advantage of my distraction from the typical hustle and bustle, <<speech "Bar Guy">>"When do you get off?"<</speech>> <br><br> Picking up the bartender. /* IMAGE (Needed): A phone number written on a bar napkin <<image framed "passage/M002-D2Bar5a.png">> */ This wasn't novel. This was //cliche//, in fact. But there was something about him: being able to get my attention. There was something charming about him. But still, he was picking up the bartender. And not even just a bartender, his regular bartender. I was a skimpy-clad bartender that was practically offering my body with every movement. I was oozing easy pickings. <br><br> That didn't mean that I was. <br><br> He stood out from the usual crowd, for sure. He was Western of some extraction. Over the music, I couldn't place the accent. Speaking English meant nothing, everyone spoke English here. <br><br> He was tall -- also didn't say much given the usual Eastern crowd -- with a curly dark mop of hair and coal-like eyes to match. The way his shirt twisted against his body under the off-the-rack blazer said that he took good care of his body. And he had nice hands. <br><br> He lifted his drink and his eyebrows, taking a drink while letting the question linger on my mind, long after it had dissipated into the din. <br><br> <div id="pickup"> <<crossroads #pickup>> <<path>> Keep trying, buddy. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Maybe one of my colleagues would be more receptive. <br><br> A reserved smile, no life in my eyes, I nodded down the bar to the next girl, <<speechPC>>"More fish in the sea."<</speechPC>> Practically no reaction. He stayed right there. <br><br> No matter how I tried to serve other clients, to give him the cold shoulder, to stay distracted...he kept making passes. He wouldn't take no for an answer. <br><br> It was frustrating. <br><br> But in a place like this club, what else could I expect? Women were objects -- specifically //sexual// objects. <br><br> I hoped that this wasn't going to come around and harm my standing here. Was I supposed to accept? Were we not just bodies on display, but also pseudo-whores for our clientele? There was no expectation set with me and I hadn't noticed any kind of trade happening so far...but I wouldn't doubt the possibility. <br><br> He didn't grab or grope once, which is more than I can say for the other men around the bar that night, but in some ways he was more insidious. He was like a predator not wanting a little nibble, he wanted my whole carcass. <br><br> He sat there with the silent, assured demeanor of someone who was going to receive exactly what he wanted. <br><br> Still, I deferred. Deflected. Denied. <br><br> Hours went on. He drank slow, he drank steady, he continued to make passes. Rarer but firmer. Now I was just ignoring his inquests. He was a wallet and a mouth to put booze in. That's it. <br><br> And then the night was over. <br><br> I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally took a moment to look up and check to see if he was gone. He was gone. <br><br> Then it was a few moments of worry that I'd receive admonishment. But Tao and the other tenders didn't blink. <br><br> I finished my prep work and then realized... <br><br> He might be waiting outside. <br><br> My heart in my throat, I considered going out the back door, but he might just be waiting in that alley anyway and I'd walk right into him. <br><br> The bouncers were gone. So I had to make my way out solo. <br><br> Tense. Ready. I <<linkexpand "exited.">> exited. <br><br> No one. <br><br> Not yet. <br><br> I moved with purpose, no matter how tired my body was. He could be anywhere. <br><br> The truth also settled in that he'd thrown up a flag and made me aware of him. But any man could of been him. Any man could be waiting for me. Any night. <br><br> I fought back the urge to cry at the concept. <br><br> And then I was home. Safe. <br><br> I bounded up the stairs and took a long shower before going to bed. Before getting to sleep and just hoping this was a bad night, not a foreshadowing of some future awful situation. <br><br> I had [[nightmares|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path !$Personality.traits.includes("Prude")>> Oh, what the hell. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<contents>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> A curious little furrow in my brow. I leaned on one palm, my bicep pressuring the side of my breast and accentuating it. <<speechPC>>"That work for you?"<</speechPC>> He took a drink, eyes never leaving mine. He raised one eyebrow. //Cocked// an eyebrow. Cocky motherfucker. <br><br> I couldn't hold back the smile. I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"You'll know."<</speechPC>> <br><br> It was as coy as I could manage in the moment. I had to do my damn job. By the time I had finished the next order, he was gone. <br><br> Huh. <br><br> Maybe it was a power thing. He just wanted to know he //could// but had no intention of following through. Yep. Cocky motherfucker. Whatever, his loss. <br><br> So, I went back to it. Slinging drinks. Being gawked at and occasionally being groped. All in a bargirl's night's <<linkexpand "work.">> work. <<speech "Cocky Bar Guy">>"You were right."<</speech>> I looked up from my bin. Before I couldn't hide my smile. This time I couldn't hide my surprise. <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh hey."<</speechPC>> He patted the bar a couple times and dismissed the plastic tub, <<speech "Cocky Bar Guy">>"Come on, leave that for someone else."<</speech>> He didn't know there was no one else except me on my next shift. But he also didn't care. I also was more than willing to fool myself and just lean into the surprise and excitement of the evening. <br><br> Without the music, without the crowd, I could pick up on his accent. English wasn't his first language. It had a strange quality on certain words that made me feel Slavic? Spanish? I couldn't place it. His name was Joao. He was a 'gentleman' on the way back to his place, acting as if my ass wasn't hanging out. He never once grabbed or gawked at my tits being out. <br><br> His place was a gorgeous apartment. Well-appointed, clean -- //pristine// -- I was practically salivating and instantly comparing it to my digs. <<speech "Joao">>"I feel like I should both offer you a drink, but also that you're over drinks for the night."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Maybe forever."<</speechPC>> I tugged him slightly away from his stocked bar cabinet and towards what I coud only assume was his bedroom. <<speech "Joao">>"I won't tell your boss.<</speech>> Continued coy little comments. Fencing and foreplay with words while we took my uniform <<linkexpand "off.">> off<<outfit naked>>. It was only then that I felt comfortable enough to jump up on his white sheets, perfectly-made bed. I kicked my feet slightly, watching him hang up his jacket, unbutton his shirt and then his pants. He was a remarkable specimen of a man. Cut, abs etched down to an eight-pack, pecs like a Raphael statue. His cock was nothing gigantic, nothing scary, but it was far from small. And it looked gorgeous, easily holding an arching angle up over his clutched sack, swollen cockhead encased in foreskin. He was harder than the rock he was made from, but acting as if he was holding a casual coffee conversation. <br><br> And then he came over to me, a condom appearing in his hand -- no idea where that came from. <br><br> <div id="protection"> <<crossroads #protection>> <<path>> He was a guy that picked up bartenders. Safe, not sorry. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<face ahegao>> <<layeredImage "psycho/PNG">> He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto all fours. I yelped in surprise. All of a sudden, he was representing the arousal that he was showing. I felt his strength as he pressed his hand down my spine, ass up, head down. Not quickly, but with firm insistence. <br><br> I gasped. He was behind me, tongue sliding broad and long across my pussy. A part of me wanted to recoil: I could only imagine how sweaty and smelly I might be after a long work night in those lycra shorts. But he didn't stop. <br><br> Thank //god// he didn't stop. <br><br> I cooed and clutched at the bed while he brought me to a first, relaxing orgasm. And while I shuddered my way through it, he mounted up behind me, hand remaining on my spine while he lined up, using my moisture and his saliva to enter me. Firm, direct, fully. Bucking forward, my orgasm helped me resist the reaction of shock being hilted like that. <br><br> I couldn't complain. There wasn't time. He was fucking me. <br><br> My hands pressed flat against his white sheets, pressing back to stabilize against his solid, pounding strokes. <br><br> His cock was amazing. It struck into me like steel, hitting everything. It was so solid. It was so hot. It was so full. //I// was so full. This had been an amazing decision. <br><br> Another orgasm. Brought there by his adonis cock. <br><br> My head flicked back to look at him, to show him how ecstatic I was. As if he didn't know. <br><br> The cloud of pleasure began to pass...he...wasn't looking at me. He was fucking flexing and...looking into the mirror at himself. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I wanted to be pissed. I wanted to be offended. Instead, I was cumming again. <br><br> My head dropped against the bed while he enjoyed the view of himself taking me. His beautiful body railing the bartender bent over in front of him. <br><br> His beautiful body that was driving me to a peak after an explosion. I couldn't help it. My body beat my brain. I couldn't be pissed, I could only be pleased. <br><br> My back shuddered. My toes curled and uncurled. My fingers grasped at his sheets. <br><br> Less and less...and...how long had I been cumming? He was <<linkexpand "done.">> <<face happy>> done. <br><br> I dropped onto my side, chest heaving, looking around. The shower was running. <br><br> Another rippling wave went through me, post-orgasmic. God that felt good. <br><br> But he was probably pissed as punch //because// of it. It detracted from the greatness. I wanted to fight my body's desire to work through the remaining pulses of pleasure. <br><br> I slid off the bed. <br><br> Mmm... <br><br> I grabbed my things. <br><br> Fuckkk. <br><br> I got out. <br><br> It was just a pick-up and hook-up. He wasn't going to cuddle, he didn't offer for me to join him in the shower. If he was going to do any of those things, it would only be to look at himself with me there with //him//. He was about to kick me out anyway. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Joao" M "Joao picked me up from the bar to watch himself fuck me." "age: 30" "ethnicity: latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. So I left first. I wouldn't give him that pleasure as well. <br><br> By the time I made it home, the remnants of the rocking orgasms were gone. The annoyance at him wasn't. Neither was the realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that pleasure as well. <br><br> By the time I made it home, the remnants of the rocking orgasms were gone. The annoyance at him wasn't. Neither was the realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face angry>> Fuck that pissed me off. I was //offended//. And his cock was still driving inside me. <br><br> I bit my lower lip. My eyes tightened. I was going to fight against his great cock. I wasn't going to cum again. <br><br> Wait. What? <br><br> The break in my concentration gave my body an opening and I felt another one welling up in me. Wait. //No//. <br><br> Focusing again because I realized giving him the win of me cumming again in honor of him was worse than the pleasure it offered. My focus went to between my legs. It was my turn to get him off. <br><br> I could feel his hips churning, trying slightly different angles. He grabbed and yanked at my hair, trying a different approach to see if I had other triggers. <br><br> He went slow. He went hard. He went at me furiously. <br><br> Eventually, I think he just got bored and <<linkexpand "thrust in.">> thrust in. Grunting while turning to look at his heaving body while his cock jerked inside me. He grinned from ear to ear while he roared out, arching his back in triumph. <br><br> Then he pushed back and off me, dropping away and shuffling away from the bed without a word. Without a look at me. His loaded condom swinging from the tip of his cock, heavy with the weight of his load. And he was into the next room. <br><br> The shower was running. <br><br> I laughed a bit. That had been one of the weirdest fucks ever. Had I won? Had I defeated the 'perfect' man? Kryptonite to his superpowers? <br><br> Ugh. <br><br> I slid off the bed. <br><br> Had I been trying to //not// enjoy the fuck? <br><br> I grabbed my things. <br><br> Fuck him. <br><br> I got out. <br><br> It was just a pick-up and hook-up. He wasn't going to cuddle, he didn't offer for me to join him in the shower. If he was going to do any of those things, it would only be to look at himself with me there with //him//. He was about to kick me out anyway. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Joao" M "Joao picked me up from the bar to watch himself fuck me." "age: 30" "ethnicity: latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. So I left first. I wouldn't give him that final chance to win. <br><br> By the time I made it home, I kinda hated how easily he had picked me up. I really hated how hot he was. And what was worse? The realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that final chance to win. <br><br> By the time I made it home, I kinda hated how easily he had picked me up. I really hated how hot he was. And what was worse? The realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path ($Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value) || ($Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") && $Body.fertile == true)>> He was too hot to use that. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable or is kinked up by the risk. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "psycho/PNG">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face ahegao>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<speechPC>>"You don't need that."<</speechPC>> Protection? Pish Posh. <<speech "Joao">>"Not gonna hear me argue."<</speech>> He flicked it //at// me. <br><br> He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto all fours. I yelped in surprise. All of a sudden, he was representing the arousal that he was showing. I felt his strength as he pressed his hand down my spine, ass up, head down. Not quickly, but with firm insistence. <br><br> I gasped. He was behind me, tongue sliding broad and long across my pussy. A part of me wanted to recoil: I could only imagine how sweaty and smelly I might be after a long work night in those lycra shorts. But he didn't stop. <br><br> Thank //god// he didn't stop. <br><br> I cooed and clutched at the bed while he brought me to a first, relaxing orgasm. And while I shuddered my way through it, he mounted up behind me, hand remaining on my spine while he lined up, using my moisture and his saliva to enter me. Firm, direct, fully. Bucking forward, my orgasm helped me resist the reaction of shock being hilted like that. <br><br> I couldn't complain. There wasn't time. He was fucking me. <br><br> My hands pressed flat against his white sheets, pressing back to stabilize against his solid, pounding strokes. <br><br> His cock was amazing. It struck into me like steel, hitting everything. It was so solid. It was so hot. It was so full. //I// was so full. This had been an amazing decision. <br><br> Another orgasm. Brought there by his adonis cock. <br><br> My head flicked back to look at him, to show him how ecstatic I was. As if he didn't know. <br><br> The cloud of pleasure began to pass...he...wasn't looking at me. He was fucking flexing and...looking into the mirror at himself. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I wanted to be pissed. I wanted to be offended. Instead, I was cumming again. <br><br> My head dropped against the bed while he enjoyed the view of himself taking me. His beautiful body railing the bartender bent over in front of him. <br><br> His beautiful body that was driving me to a peak after an explosion. I couldn't help it. My body beat my brain. I couldn't be pissed, I could only be pleased. <br><br> My back shuddered. My toes curled and uncurled. My fingers grasped at his sheets. <br><br> Less and less...and...how long had I been cumming? He was <<linkexpand "done.">> <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<face happy>> done. My fingers checked and yep, sticky as fuck down there. <br><br> I dropped onto my side, chest heaving, looking around. The shower was running. <br><br> Another rippling wave went through me, post-orgasmic. God that felt good. <br><br> But he was probably pissed as punch //because// of it. It detracted from the greatness. I wanted to fight my body's desire to work through the remaining pulses of pleasure. <br><br> I slid off the bed. <br><br> Mmm... <br><br> I grabbed my things. <br><br> Fuckkk. <br><br> I got out. <br><br> It was just a pick-up and hook-up. He wasn't going to cuddle, he didn't offer for me to join him in the shower. If he was going to do any of those things, it would only be to look at himself with me there with //him//. He was about to kick me out anyway. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> God. What the fuck had I done? I felt so...despoiled. The phantom of his cock still seemed to thrust inside me and I was carrying around his fucking //semen//. <br><br> I don't know why I had a lapse of judgement -- I knew long ago: I didn't like men. <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Joao" M "Joao picked me up from the bar to watch himself fuck me." 30 "latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that pleasure as well. <br><br> By the time I made it home, the remnants of the rocking orgasms were gone. The annoyance at him wasn't. Neither was the realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that pleasure as well. <br><br> By the time I made it home, the remnants of the rocking orgasms were gone. The annoyance at him wasn't. Neither was the realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<face angry>> Fuck that pissed me off. I was //offended//. And his cock was still driving inside me. <br><br> I bit my lower lip. My eyes tightened. I was going to fight against his great cock. I wasn't going to cum again. <br><br> Wait. What? <br><br> The break in my concentration gave my body an opening and I felt another one welling up in me. Wait. //No//. <br><br> Focusing again because I realized giving him the win of me cumming again in honor of him was worse than the pleasure it offered. My focus went to between my legs. It was my turn to get him off. <br><br> I could feel his hips churning, trying slightly different angles. He grabbed and yanked at my hair, trying a different approach to see if I had other triggers. <br><br> He went slow. He went hard. He went at me furiously. <br><br> Eventually, I think he just got bored and <<linkexpand "thrust in.">> thrust in. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> Grunting while turning to look at his heaving body while his cock jerked inside me. He grinned from ear to ear while he roared out, arching his back in triumph. <br><br> Feeling his thick, viscous heat spurting and filling against my cervix and at the deep end of my vagina kinda made me grimace. Ugh. He was gonna be with me for a day or so now. <br><br> Then he pushed back and off me, dropping away and shuffling away from the bed without a word. Without a look at me. His cock shiny, swaying and with some of his pearly jizz hanging from his hiding head. I felt some of his jizz collecting along my lips. And he was into the next room. <br><br> The shower was running. <br><br> I laughed a bit. That had been one of the weirdest fucks ever. Had I won? Had I defeated the 'perfect' man? Kryptonite to his superpowers? <br><br> Ugh. <br><br> I slid off the bed. <br><br> Had I been trying to //not// enjoy the fuck? <br><br> I grabbed my things. <br><br> Fuck him. <br><br> I got out. <br><br> It was just a pick-up and hook-up. He wasn't going to cuddle, he didn't offer for me to join him in the shower. If he was going to do any of those things, it would only be to look at himself with me there with //him//. He was about to kick me out anyway. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> God. What the fuck had I done? I felt so...despoiled. The phantom of his cock still seemed to thrust inside me and I was carrying around his fucking //semen//. <br><br> I don't know why I had a lapse of judgement -- I knew long ago: I didn't like men. <</if>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Joao" M "Joao picked me up from the bar to watch himself fuck me." 30 "latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that final chance to win. <br><br> By the time I made it home, I kinda hated how easily he had picked me up. I really hated how hot he was. And what was worse? The realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> So I left first. I wouldn't give him that final chance to win. <br><br> By the time I made it home, I kinda hated how easily he had picked me up. I really hated how hot he was. And what was worse? The realization that it was just sex. Meaningless sex. Even more meaningless because it had absolutely //nothing// to do with my [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $ACTI.earnings ++>> The bar provided a vantage point. I could see all the comings and goings of the clientele. I got to meet most of them -- even if it was for a fleeting moment and conversation essentially obscured by the pounding music. But for all of its benefits, the longer I tended bar at the club, the more I began to wonder if it was the best place to actively gain intel. <br><br> It felt central, but aside. Important, but not where anything actually happened. More of a stopping over point. <br><br> I was in a glass cage, held there by the never-ending waves of people needing to get drunk. How was I supposed to levy any meaningful investigation if I was just hustling, stuck behind the bar, for hours upon hours on end? /* IMAGE (NEEDED): Bartender behind the bar, locked in a glass cage. <<image framed "passage/GlassCage.png">> */ <<if $jobValue gt 1>> Peaches approached the bar. That //never// happened. I figured she was a teetotaller. <br><br> I could see that it wasn't just me that suddenly got a bit stiff: all the way down the bar, each girl was paying attention to the small Chinese woman. <br><br> And then almost all of us got to relax. She made a quick flicking motion of her hand to--//me//. <br><br> A reflexive swallow. Eyes flicked back and forth from the sharp gesture to the drink I was working on. <br><br> Somehow, through the din, I could hear her: <<speech "Tao.png">>"Grab a few more of whatever that is. Tray. Follow me."<</speech>> This Manhattan had been meant for the guy tapping his fingers against the cool metal in front of me. Sorry bud. I went into batch-mode and worked on making many-from-one. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Come on. Hurry."<</speech>> She ''had'' to know that I couldn't perform miracles, right? <<speech>>"Hey! Where are you--"<</speech>> He was upset, but some other bargirl could take care of him. Maybe offer a grope for the inconvenience. I was on a mission, trying to keep up with the tiny lady who had almost disappeared. <br><br> I weaved my way through the crowd, tray aloft -- hoping with every ounce of my being that I could keep them all from toppling. <br><br> Where were we going? Oh. The VIP. So there //was// some benefit to working bar. And all of a sudden, I went from hopeless to hopeful. But with no plan of attack. <br><br> The door was open and we <<linkexpand "walked through.">> walked through. <br><br> The men in the lounge were variations on the Asian theme. Which meant I felt like I already had seen them before, probably...but tonight? And how many times before? I felt racist in that instant. I tried to blame it on the uniformity of their off-the-rack suits. Or blame it on the disconcerting sensation I felt because all their eyes were on //me//. <br><br> I had barely entered the VIP lounge and these guys were acting like I was a long-anticipated show. <br><br> Out of the darkness and the fog of the club and into the overhead lighting, I felt nude. The bargirl outfit didn't help with the concern. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Waist-down and from behind; Leggy woman walking away with her black hotshorts riding up into her asscrack. */ My free hand reached back to pick the wedgie that I had been sporting and ignoring on my race to follow Peaches. <<speechPC>>"Your drinks."<</speechPC>> I surmised. Fighting through the urge to keep my distance, I leaned in: cleavage fully displayed while I proffered the tray of Manhattans to each of the men in turn. They took their time, enjoying the view pointedly. <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> The seven men spoke over each other repeating my name. Broad smiles to each other, or wandering grins right to me. <<speech "Suited Asian">>"Come on. Join us."<</speech>> He patted his knee. He motioned to the cocaine that was on the table. And their other beverages. They were well stocked without my delivery. <br><br> My tray was empty. Didn't I need to get more drinks? Wasn't my job here complete? Was she going to leave me here as a party favor? <br><br> <div id="vip"> <<crossroads #vip>> <<path>> Should I //stay// or should I go? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<face high>> <<set $jobValue ++>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"Sounds like fun!"<</speechPC>> I dropped onto the guy's knee. I winced a bit at the evident moisture between my legs and through my shorts thanks to the fury that was being a bargirl. Ignoring it as best I could, and hoping he thought it was fine...or maybe some other kind of wetness...I tucked my tray under the cushioned chaise where he was reclining. <br><br> <<speech "Suited Asian">>"So, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> His hand slid up my bare back while I leaned forward, raising goosebumps at the touch. <<speech "Suited Asian">>"Here..."<</speech>> Meeting the base of my skull, he pushed me forward right towards the cocaine, setup in neat little lines. <br><br> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> <<skillChecked "Orgasmic Ability">> My mouth salivated at the prospect of the high. He didn't need to hold my head, I would have snorted the shit out of that anyway. <br><br> I leaned back coughing, rubbing my nose and philtrum, collecting the errant powder before wiping it along my gums. They all cheered. The guy's hand left my head as I lifted up, sliding instead around my bare midsection, pulling me back into his lap. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> His response was a kiss. I hadn't even really clocked his face. His age...anything distinguishing about him, but the rush in my bloodstream was all I needed. We began to <<linkexpand "make out.">> make out. <br><br> The hand on my midsection was suddenly in my shorts. My thighs dropped to either side of his, providing him full access to my pussy which readily accepted his finger. <br><br> I cooed into his mouth, being bounced on his leg like a one of those childhood 'pony' games. The rhythm was steady. His other hand had gotten to my top and freed my tits. A little present to all of the guys while he groped at me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<face ahego>> My sneakers beat against the edge of the couch. My calves curled awkwardly around his leg as I shuddered. <br><br> My back arched and my ass squirmed against his throbbing cock. <br><br> I was <<shake>>cumming<</shake>>. Heart pounding out of my chest and body completely uncontrollable. It was less me riding a pony than me being 'bounced' precariously, losing all sense of reality. At any moment, I could lose my saddle and end up being trampled. <br><br> The coke and contact had me pulsing from one orgasm to the next. It was a high of highs. <br><br> Until it <<linkexpand "stopped.">> stopped. <<face happy>> <br><br> I was shocked out of my stupor -- still dumbfounded and grinning like an idiot, but was being dragged back down the hallway by...Tao. <br><br> Back behind the bar, she fixed my top and bottoms like a mother doing a clothing inspection and making sure everything was in order. And then I was back to work. <br><br> How long had I been back there? Had she been upset? Had I made some faux pas? <br><br> At the moment I didnt really care, I couldn't really think about much as the drugs (cocaine and oxytocin) coursed through my veins. The drinks I made for the rest of the night were deficient at best. But I was fucking //happy//. <br><br> <<skillChecked Perception Wiles>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>> <<run $Memories.push("Stolen ID")>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had. But I had managed to make due with my body contortions -- some uncontrolled some...very controlled -- and just //happened// to abscond with the guy's ID. It had been on his moneyclip in his jacket pocket. The process had required a few shuddering grabs and clutches, but I had dropped it onto my tray for safe retrieval. <br><br> His name and information wouldn't mean anything to me but it might mean something to <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. Why had he been there that night, why was he afforded the VIP room? <br><br> Gotten high, gotten off, gotten a lead? <br><br> Nice [[job|HomeBase]], <<print $CC.name>>. <<else>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had, but could you blame me? My body was contorting out of its mind. My mind was out of this world. I had gone in with no plan and unsurprisingly been thrown into circumstances I hadn't expected. <br><br> I just had to hope that my behavior meant I'd be asked back for future trips to the VIP. <br><br> The tingle in the base of my brain duelled with the fire in my stomach. My body wanted back, [[too|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> My sneakers scrabbled against the floor. The other guys chuckled, watching me awkwardly working against his lap and rockhard cock. <br><br> I shuddered and cooed, heart pounding out of my chest, but I couldn't quite get //there//. It was ''so'' close. The coke and contact had me riding an intolerable edge that seemed to never end. <br><br> Until it <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <<face confused>> <<state aroused>> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Wiles">> <br><br> I was being yanked out of his lap, finger tugging roughly from inside me. It was Peaches. How was she so strong? <br><br> The guys gave a perfomative 'awww' as they watched me grab for my tray while she dragged me out of the VIP lounge. <br><br> Not a word from her, just leading me straight back to the bar, fixing my top and bottoms like a mother doing a clothing inspection and making sure everything was in order. And then I was back to work. <br><br> How long had I been back there? The throbbing need between my legs had kept me preoccupied from the time. Had she been upset? Didn't seem so. Why had she taken me away? I was so close to cumming. <br><br> I pouted but went back to work, trying to find ways to grind my thighs together or lean against the bar and bottles in a way that might get me there. It didn't. Drugs coursed through my veins. The drinks I made for the rest of the night were deficient at best because of how frustrated I was, but I think the guests could smell the pungent aroma of my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>> <<run $Memories.push("Stolen ID")>> Trying to make out with a guy, while high on cocaine, //while// he fingered and manhandled me...''whiiiile'' trying to eavesdrop/spy is not an easy task. I heard a flurry of names, caught some, missed others. But were they referencing each other, here in the room? Or were they talking about other people? Oh, and so little of it was in English. <br><br> I did manage to pick up on why they were all there: a thank you for having delivered something of high importance. Critical importance. <br><br> I had ''also'' managed to make due with my body contortions -- some uncontrolled some...very controlled -- and just //happened// to abscond with the guy's ID. It had been on his moneyclip in his jacket pocket. The process had required a few shuddering grabs and clutches, but I had dropped it onto my tray for safe retrieval. <br><br> His name and information wouldn't mean anything to me but it might mean something to <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. Why had he been there that night, why was he afforded the VIP room? <br><br> Gotten high, gotten off, gotten a lead? <br><br> Nice [[job|HomeBase]], <<print $CC.name>>. <<else>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had, but could you blame me? My body was contorting out of its mind. My mind was out of this world. I had gone in with no plan and unsurprisingly been thrown into circumstances I hadn't expected. <br><br> I just had to hope that my behavior meant I'd be asked back for future trips to the VIP. <br><br> The tingle in the base of my brain duelled with the fire in my stomach. My body wanted back, [[too|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<skillChecked "Orgasmic Ability">> Drugs. Fuck. <br><br> And here I had naively thought that only sex and the like was going to be what was asked of me. But I was undercover. Like a vice cop. In the vicey-est of places amongst the darkest edges of the criminal underworld. Of //course// I'd have to play the part and do drugs...but I didn't want to be addicted. <br><br> Flashes of being some strung out waif...of being purposefully addicted and manipulated through cravings...the potential of sex slavery. Of disappearing...had this been what happened to my mom? <br><br> I was so frightened. <br><br> But he was holding my head. It wasn't quite a //test// but they expected me to do the lines. The pressure was firm, as if I was mid-blowjob. <br><br> So I did the line, my insides tense, trying to somehow resist addition. <br><br> I leaned back coughing, rubbing my nose and philtrum, collecting the errant powder before wiping it along my gums. They all cheered. The guy's hand left my head as I lifted up, sliding instead around my bare midsection, pulling me back into his lap. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> His response was a kiss. I hadn't even really clocked his face. His age...anything distinguishing about him, but the rush in my bloodstream was all I needed. We began to <<linkexpand "make out.">> make out. <br><br> The hand on my midsection was suddenly in my shorts. My thighs dropped to either side of his, providing him full access to my pussy which readily accepted his finger. <br><br> I cooed into his mouth, being bounced on his leg like a one of those childhood 'pony' games. The rhythm was steady. His other hand had gotten to my top and freed my tits. A little present to all of the guys while he groped at me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> <<face ahego>> My sneakers beat against the edge of the couch. My calves curled awkwardly around his leg as I shuddered. <br><br> My back arched and my ass squirmed against his throbbing cock. <br><br> I was <<shake>>cumming<</shake>>. Heart pounding out of my chest and body completely uncontrollable. It was less me riding a pony than me being 'bounced' precariously, losing all sense of reality. At any moment, I could lose my saddle and end up being trampled. <br><br> The coke and contact had me pulsing from one orgasm to the next. It was a high of highs. God this shit was //good//. <br><br> Until it <<linkexpand "stopped.">> stopped. <<face happy>> <br><br> I was shocked out of my stupor -- still dumbfounded and grinning like an idiot, but was being dragged back down the hallway by...Tao. <br><br> Back behind the bar, she fixed my top and bottoms like a mother doing a clothing inspection and making sure everything was in order. And then I was back to work. <br><br> How long had I been back there? Had she been upset? Had I made some faux pas? <br><br> At the moment I didnt really care, I couldn't really think about much as the drugs (cocaine and oxytocin) coursed through my veins. The drinks I made for the rest of the night were deficient at best. But I was fucking //happy//. No wonder people got addicted. Was I already fighting the temptation to go get more?! <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>> <<run $Memories.push("Stolen ID")>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had. But I had managed to make due with my body contortions -- some uncontrolled some...very controlled -- and just //happened// to abscond with the guy's ID. It had been on his moneyclip in his jacket pocket. The process had required a few shuddering grabs and clutches, but I had dropped it onto my tray for safe retrieval. <br><br> His name and information wouldn't mean anything to me but it might mean something to <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. Why had he been there that night, why was he afforded the VIP room? <br><br> Gotten high, gotten off, gotten a lead? <br><br> Nice [[job|HomeBase]], <<print $CC.name>>. <<else>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had, but could you blame me? My body was contorting out of its mind. My mind was out of this world. I had gone in with no plan and unsurprisingly been thrown into circumstances I hadn't expected. <br><br> I just had to hope that my behavior meant I'd be asked back for future trips to the VIP. <br><br> The tingle in the base of my brain duelled with the fire in my stomach. My body wanted back, [[too|HomeBase]]. No wonder people got addicted. Was I already fighting the temptation to go get more?! <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> My sneakers scrabbled against the floor. The other guys chuckled, watching me awkwardly working against his lap and rockhard cock. <br><br> I shuddered and cooed, heart pounding out of my chest, but I couldn't quite get //there//. It was ''so'' close. The coke and contact had me riding an intolerable edge that seemed to never end. <br><br> Until it <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <<face confused>> <<state aroused>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Wiles">> I was being yanked out of his lap, finger tugging roughly from inside me. It was Peaches. How was she so strong? <br><br> The guys gave a perfomative 'awww' as they watched me grab for my tray while she dragged me out of the VIP lounge. <br><br> Not a word from her, just leading me straight back to the bar, fixing my top and bottoms like a mother doing a clothing inspection and making sure everything was in order. And then I was back to work. <br><br> How long had I been back there? The throbbing need between my legs had kept me preoccupied from the time. Had she been upset? Didn't seem so. Why had she taken me away? I was so close to cumming. <br><br> I pouted but went back to work, trying to find ways to grind my thighs together or lean against the bar and bottles in a way that might get me there. It didn't. Drugs coursed through my veins. The drinks I made for the rest of the night were deficient at best because of how frustrated I was, but I think the guests could smell the pungent aroma of my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>> <<run $Memories.push("Stolen ID")>> Trying to make out with a guy, while high on cocaine, //while// he fingered and manhandled me...''whiiiile'' trying to eavesdrop/spy is not an easy task. I heard a flurry of names, caught some, missed others. But were they referencing each other, here in the room? Or were they talking about other people? Oh, and so little of it was in English. <br><br> I did manage to pick up on why they were all there: a thank you for having delivered something of high importance. Critical importance. <br><br> I had ''also'' managed to make due with my body contortions -- some uncontrolled some...very controlled -- and just //happened// to abscond with the guy's ID. It had been on his moneyclip in his jacket pocket. The process had required a few shuddering grabs and clutches, but I had dropped it onto my tray for safe retrieval. <br><br> His name and information wouldn't mean anything to me but it might mean something to <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. Why had he been there that night, why was he afforded the VIP room? <br><br> Gotten high, gotten off, gotten a lead? No wonder people got addicted. Was I already fighting the temptation to go get more?! <br><br> Nice [[job|HomeBase]], <<print $CC.name>>. <<else>> I didn't catch anyone's names or the conversation that was had, but could you blame me? My body was contorting out of its mind. My mind was out of this world. I had gone in with no plan and unsurprisingly been thrown into circumstances I hadn't expected. <br><br> I just had to hope that my behavior meant I'd be asked back for future trips to the VIP. <br><br> The tingle in the base of my brain duelled with the fire in my stomach. My body wanted back, [[too|HomeBase]]. No wonder people got addicted. Was I already fighting the temptation to go get more?! <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> Should I stay or should I //go//? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>><<Stats Discipline ++>>I felt a pang of regret, looking at all the white powder and alcohol. I ''wanted'' to. But no. <br><br><</if>> <<Stats Confident -->> I didn't look to Peaches. I couldn't have her countermand my decision, even if it did mean upsetting her. <<speechPC>>"Sorry guys! Another time. I've got to get back."<</speechPC>> An oopsy-giggle and I turned, heading back out to the bar. <br><br> Did I pass Peaches? Had she just left me in there and not seen my departure? <br><br> Was I going to get dragged back in? <br><br> Those were all my thoughts for the rest of the night. <br><br> It was only on my way home where I began to consider: had I missed a valuable opportunity? How would I approach it next time? What was the plan, if there //was// a next time? <br><br> At the very least, I think I'd have to say [[yes|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> Peaches approached the bar. That //never// happened. I figured she was a teetotaller. <br><br> I could see that it wasn't just me that suddenly got a bit stiff: all the way down the bar, each girl was paying attention to the small Chinese woman. <br><br> And then almost all of us got to relax. She made a quick flicking motion of her hand to the girl on my right. She dropped mid-drink. I slid over and tried to make heads or tails of what it needed to be (can't leave our guests hanging), while watching her practically sprint down and out of the bar. <br><br> The lycra of her hotshorts was riding up tightly in her asscrack. It looked uncomfortable. But something else was keeping her focus, because she left her ass fully on display and followed our little Boss into the hallway. <br><br> /* IMAGE (NEEDED): Waist-down and from behind; Leggy woman walking away with her black hotshorts riding up into her asscrack. <<image framed "passage/HotShorts.png">> */ And into one of the VIP doors. Oh. <br><br> Okay. <br><br> So I just needed to prove worthy enough to be selected and I might not end up busting my ass for absolutely no gains. There //had// to be something important I could learn, someone I could meet if I just happened to get myself behind those secret doors. <br><br> It wouldn't be tonight, but at least I had a [[goal|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
<<set $BE_work = false>> Walking to the club was a process of steeling myself, prepping for what crazy (unacceptable) things might befall me. If the first week of working at this place was a crashcourse in the insanity, I needed things to move faster. This place was designed to use, abuse, chew and spit out girls like me. <br><br> Tuk-tuks sped by, people meandered the sidewalks. Out of context, this was just some urban neighborhood. Did they know what was going on? Did they have any idea what I was doing? Did they care? <br><br> The steel I had made in my stomach twisted when I saw Club ZZYZX and I fought the urge to retch. <br><br> What would today 'offer'? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 2>> <<speech "Karl">>"Afternoon, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He smiled. It was becoming a routine for us. I was one of the early birds. No matter how damning this place was, I couldn't fight what I'd learned over the years: "Early is on-time. On-time is late. Late is unacceptable." <<speech "Karl">>"Big day today."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> The dread seeped in unbidden. He waved me in, <<speech "Karl">>"You'll see."<</speech>> He wasn't wrong. <br><br> It was pretty standard for little to be going on, few people around when I showed up, but even still I could tell something was //different// today. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> <<speech "Karl">>"Big day today."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> The dread seeped in unbidden. <br><br> He waved me in, <<speech "Karl">>"You'll see."<</speech>> He wasn't wrong. <br><br> As soon as I walked in, I could tell something was //different// today. <<else>> <<speech "Karl">>"Not the day to be late, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He shook his head. Not even giving me the knowing 'bad girl' smile he usually did. It was becoming routine for us. I was always late. A holdover from my life before. And with the pendulum of this place swinging over me, I had even more desire to keep away as long as possible. As if procrastination would save me from any of the pain. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> The dread seeped in unbidden. <br><br> He waved me in, <<speech "Karl">>"You'll see."<</speech>> He wasn't wrong. <br><br> Rolling in when I did, things were on the verge of kicking off. Everyone was in their places, lights were dimming, AC pounding, mist starting to roll out while DJDJ squeaked out some prep. None of that was happening when I walked in: I could tell something was //different// today. <</if>> <br><br> The girls were on the couches, per usual, but they weren't chattering or doom scrolling while they waited til the night of giving themselves started. <br><br> The bargirls weren't hustling to ready their stations. They were sitting //on// the bar, legs hanging like they were bleachers. /* IMAGE (Needed): The club's lounge area, scantily clad women sitting on a bartop. <<image framed "passage/M002-BE_ClubLounge.png">> */ And the dancers were actually standing around, not sequestered in the green room. They precariously perched on the arms of the couches, closer to the 'rest of' the employees than they seemed comfortable with. <br><br> What was going on?! <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Work Results">> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> I dropped down onto the couches. Not reclining like I usually did, but perched at the front edge of the cushions, leaning //forward// with ''anticipation''. <br><br> And then Peaches walked out from the back hallway, officious. Even her typical clipboard felt more imperious today. She held it against her like a shelf, digging in just above her slight little hips. Her eyes were cold -- colder than usual. Ms. Serious Business was more serious than I'd ever seen her. <<speech "Tao.png">>"First. We're skipping the bullshit crowding your heads right now. Here's what you need to know."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped to the clipboard, <<speech "Tao.png">>"We have been contracted for entertainment and staffing of an upcoming party. This is of critical importance."<</speech>> <br><br> //"Contracted." Right. Ordered is more like it.// <br><br> She let those words hang for a moment, gazing across the assembled women, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Because of the client and the event, we are being highly selective. Not all of you will be chosen."<</speech>> <br><br> Why did I feel that 'pick-me' energy? Did I //want// to work this? Alice would insist yes. Of course, but why had that come out instinctively? It was more a desire to be chosen and elevated than it was for forward momentum. I doubted the latter had even crossed my mind. <br><br> None of the girls reacted to the announcement. No ripple of excited giggles or anxious shifts. They were as dead-ass as she was. Had this happened before? Was being a part of it that bad? Did they not know? Or did they know all too well? <<speech "Tao.png">>"Now for assignments."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped back down to the clipboard and began pacing before us. <br><br> <<if $jobValue gt 4>> <<set $BE_work = true>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> It felt like school attendance. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Early for this, but you've acquitted yourself well. Don't make me regret this."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. Tara gave a slight shake of her head. She hadn't been selected and seemed to think she was on the right side of the process. <<elseif $jobValue gt 0>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value - $Body.age) gt 5>> <<set $BE_work = true>> Girls names were ticked off and then she sighed. She tapped her finger against the pad of paper and looked at me dead-eyed. <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> It felt like school attendance. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Our roster is a little deficient. You've just made the cut. Don't make me regret this decision."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. Tara gave a slight shake of her head. She hadn't been selected and seemed to think she was on the right side of the process. <<else>> Girls names were ticked off and then she turned to the dancers. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. Tara smiled and threw me a thumbs-up. She clearly thought this was a win. Little did she know. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<else>> Girls names were ticked off and then she turned to the dancers. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. Tara smiled and threw me a thumbs-up. She clearly thought this was a win. Little did she know. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> I nodded to my girls. The wordless communication between us told me that they knew nothing more than I did. I settled in beside Lori. She squeezed herself against me, dropping her head on my shoulder. <<outfit gogo>> <br><br> And then Peaches walked out from the back hallway, officious. Even her typical clipboard felt more imperious today. She held it against her like a shelf, digging in just above her slight little hips. Her eyes were cold -- colder than usual. Ms. Serious Business was more serious than I'd ever seen her. <<speech "Tao.png">>"First. We're skipping the bullshit crowding your heads right now. Here's what you need to know."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped to the clipboard, <<speech "Tao.png">>"We have been contracted for entertainment and staffing of an upcoming party. This is of critical importance."<</speech>> //"Contracted." Right. Ordered is more like it.// <br><br> She let those words hang for a moment, gazing across the assembled women, <<speech "Tao.png">> "Because of the client and the event, we are being highly selective. Not all of you will be chosen."<</speech>> Why did I feel that 'pick-me' energy? Did I //want// to work this? Alice would insist yes. Of course, but why had that come out instinctively? It was more a desire to be chosen and elevated than it was for forward momentum. I doubted the latter had even crossed my mind. <br><br> None of the girls reacted to the announcement. No ripple of excited giggles or anxious shifts. They were as dead-ass as she was. Had this happened before? Was being a part of it that bad? Did they not know? Or did they know all too well? <<speech "Tao.png">>"Now for assignments."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped back down to the clipboard and began pacing before us. <br><br> <<if $jobValue gt 4>> <<set $BE_work = true>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yes." It felt like school attendance.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Early for this, but you've acquitted yourself well. Don't make me regret this."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. Sakie glared at me. She had been selected, too. Just the two of us. Oh, this would be so much fun. <<elseif $jobValue gt 0>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set $BE_work = true>> Sakie, unsurprisingly, was the first name called. Then Peaches sighed, <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes." It felt like school attendance.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"I disagreed, but you've been given the go-ahead. Don't make them upset with their choice."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. Sakie glared at me. She had been selected, too. Just the two of us. Oh, this would be so much fun. <<else>> Sakie and Anika. Surprise, surprise. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. Lori shrugged and rolled her eyes up at me. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<else>> Sakie and Anika. Surprise, surprise. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. Lori shrugged and rolled her eyes up at me. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<else>> <<outfit bargirl>> <<speechPC>>"What the //fuck//?"<</speechPC>> Shrugging to Lila -- the only one I'd made any headway with. <br><br> A non-chalant shrug, <<speech "Lila.png">>"As long as they give me the time I need to setup...they can take as long as they want."<</speech>> <br><br> I hopped up beside her, feeling the cold metal against my bare skin. <br><br> And then Peaches walked out from the back hallway, officious. Even her typical clipboard felt more imperious today. She held it against her like a shelf, digging in just above her slight little hips. Her eyes were cold -- colder than usual. Ms. Serious Business was more serious than I'd ever seen her. <<speech "Tao.png">>"First. We're skipping the bullshit crowding your heads right now. Here's what you need to know."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped to the clipboard, <<speech "Tao.png">> "We have been contracted for entertainment and staffing of an upcoming party. This is of critical importance."<</speech>> //"Contracted." Right. Ordered is more like it.// <br><br> She let those words hang for a moment, gazing across the assembled women, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Because of the client and the event, we are being highly selective. Not all of you will be chosen."<</speech>> Why did I feel that 'pick-me' energy? Did I //want// to work this? Alice would insist yes. Of course, but why had that come out instinctively? It was more a desire to be chosen and elevated than it was for forward momentum. I doubted the latter had even crossed my mind. <br><br> None of the girls reacted to the announcement. No ripple of excited giggles or anxious shifts. They were as dead-ass as she was. Had this happened before? Was being a part of it that bad? Did they not know? Or did they know all too well? <<speech "Tao.png">>"Now for assignments."<</speech>> Her eyes dropped back down to the clipboard and began pacing before us. <br><br> <<if $jobValue gt 4>> <<set $BE_work = true>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes." It felt like school attendance.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"Early for this, but you've acquitted yourself well. Don't make me regret this."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. They were a sea of non-expression. Selected or not, they seemed unaffected. My name had made no difference either. <<elseif $jobValue gt 0>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set $BE_work = true>> The bargirls were selected last, unsurprisingly. She called off a couple names before sighing and tapping a finger at her pad of paper. She looked at me dead-eyed. <<speech "Tao.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> My name felt like a smack across my face and a tug forward from my solar plexus. <<speechPC>>"Yes."<</speechPC>> It felt like school attendance. <<speech "Tao.png">>"Our roster is a bit underwhelming right now. Don't make me regret this."<</speech>> I nodded, tucking my chin. My eyes flicked to the other girls. They were a sea of non-expression. Selected or not, they seemed unaffected. My name had made no difference either. <<else>> Girls names were called out, and then she moved back to the assembled group. Oh. That was it. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <<else>> Girls names were called out, and then she moved back to the assembled group. Oh. That was it. <br><br> Fuck. I hadn't been selected. <br><br> I hadn't impressed Peaches enough. There hadn't been a ton of time to make myself stand out, but whatever I had done hadn't been enough. <br><br> I hoped this wouldn't mean I had missed a window. That I'd have to throw myself //more// into this work. That there wouldn't be another window. <br><br> Maybe we could still make something come from this. Maybe knowing was enough. <</if>> <</if>> <<speech "Tao.png">>"On the day, everyone meets here."<</speech>> Her finger stabbed down at the concrete floor. Weaponized. Threatening, but I didn't understand the purpose of the threat. <<speech "Tao.png">>"The selected girls will be picked up and be taken to the location. You will be instructed with what to do en route. The rest of you will be working here. The Club still has to operate."<</speech>> Her hand lifted and waved at all of us, as if trying to dissipate us like smoke, <<speech "Tao.png">>"Go. Enjoy your night off."<</speech>> A tight smile, granting a reprieve. <br><br> There was a collective sigh, despite her standing right there. I could hear the concern in the low-whispering between the other girls. Yeah, the secrey made me even more sure I had the right read. <br><br> For them, this was just a heightening of the usual. For me, this was something entirely else. This was supremely exciting: an opportunity unlike anything that had come my way so far. <br><br> Still, I played the part. I nodded, dropped onto my feet which felt lighter, just knowing I'd be off them in a few minutes. No work tonight and they were thankful. The wetness in my eyes was hard to contend with as well: I was thankful. <br><br> Thankful not simply because I'd been given a night's reprieve, but my wishes had been answered. This was big. Well, I hoped so. It sounded like it. <br><br> If it wasn't big, it was //important//. <br><br> I'd been given my assignment and information. Now to find a way to parlay that into a win for the mission. /* IMAGE (Needed): Mission Accepted stamp <<image framed "passage/M002-BE_MissionAccepted.png">> */ Felt like it was time to check in with <<if $Memories.includes("Knows EROS")>>EROS<<else>>Nate<</if>>. <br><br> I waved to Karl on my way out, just like I always did, but I was heading home to start compiling notes and preparing. I felt energized and excited. <br><br> I felt like a [[real agent|HomeBase]] for once.
<header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The PostGrad<</type>></h2> </header> <<outfit default>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tight Pussy")>> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tiny Pussy")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age lt -1>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Pill">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>> <</if>> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<if $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<image framed "passage/pg.apps.png">> Advertisements for colleges had become more bountiful than bills and credit card applications in the past year or so. The floor could be carpeted in tear sheets, pamphlets, and stock photos. <br><br> I had no idea there were that many colleges around, let alone which one I wanted to go to. But eventually, I had to take a deep breath and just...throw the dart. <br><br> As I mulled over the decision, I nudged the papers around on my desk. My GPA. My transcript that outlined who I was besides the numbers. My essay. <br><br> <<if ["helper", "church", "volunteer", "sporty", "beach", "cheer", "act", "job", "piano", "gym", "dance", "read"].includes($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 4>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> And I got a little bump from being scouted -- just dicking around by myself on the athletics fields of all places -- for my 'impressive athleticism'. I'm not sure I wanted to pursue collegiate sports, but if it was an in...I wasn't going to argue. <br><br> <</if>> <<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 8>> <<set $HS.college = 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <<run $Memories.push("Elite College Student")>> <<face happy>> Scholarships and acceptance letters abounded. I was overwhelmed by choice and opportunity. After careful deliberation and weighing the options -- cost versus benefit, quite literally -- <<if $CC.dad == 2>>It was just me, so I <<else>>Dad and<</if>> I finalized a selection an institution that actually competed with some of the Ivy Leagues when it came to [[prestige|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <<elseif $HS.acceptance lte 3>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry runny>> <<print $CC.FName>> kept telling me the letter was //kind//. Well, ''fuck'' kind. I __deserved__ to get in. And what made it worse? No fucking backup. <br><br> Being absolutely crushed didn't come close to describing how I felt. I felt like this was punitive, a mistake. But still, all the application windows had passed. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG001 - Decisions][$HS.postGrad = "gapyear"]] false>> It was either take the loss on the chin and try again after a Gap Year... <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]>> ...or fuck it all and just reconsider everything. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("State School Student")>> <<Stats Learning ++>> There were surprisingly quite a few schools that were keen on my entry and after some debate, <<if $CC.dad == 2>>It was just me, so I <<else>>Dad and I<</if>> selected one of the better options. Quite a large class size, but it was a tried and true [[option|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry runny>> <<print $CC.FName>> kept telling me the letter was //kind//. Well, ''fuck'' kind. I __deserved__ to get in. And what made it worse? No fucking backup. <br><br> Being absolutely crushed didn't come close to describing how I felt. I felt like this was punitive, a mistake. But still, all the application windows had passed. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG001 - Decisions][$HS.postGrad = "gapyear"]] false>> It was either take the loss on the chin and try again after a Gap Year... <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]>> ...or fuck it all and just reconsider everything. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<set $HS.college = 3>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<run $Memories.push("Feeder School Student")>> I had not expected to be so deflated when all the rejections from other kid's 'safety schools' came back in. It was a close call in avoiding just some vocational, community or technical college, but the school I would be attending was a glorified feeder to the larger state [[institutions|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<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 10>> <<set $HS.college = 1>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Learning += 3>> <<run $Memories.push("Ivy League Student")>> <<face happy>> Holy fucking shit. I don't think I'd been as excited or impressed with myself at any other point in my life. I had done it. I'd be attending not just college -- which was a dream for so many -- but one of the best ones available. It took me a week to shake the grin off my face. And the chip on my shoulder I don't think ever [[fell off|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. Even with what I eventually endured. <<elseif $HS.acceptance lte 4>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry>> <<print $CC.FName>> kept telling me the letter was //kind//. Well, ''fuck'' kind. I __deserved__ to get in. And what made it worse? No fucking backup. <br><br> Being absolutely crushed didn't come close to describing how I felt. I felt like this was punitive, a mistake. But still, all the application windows had passed. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG001 - Decisions][$HS.postGrad = "gapyear"]] false>> It was either take the loss on the chin and try again after a Gap Year... <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]>> ...or fuck it all and just reconsider everything. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<set $HS.college = 2>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<run $Memories.push("State School Student")>> The letter was kind, if not short, but I would not be attending one of the best schools in the country. I was not in the top percent and I had no idea how close or far I had been from making it in. Luckily, I had a backup and would be attending one of the better state schools. Thank god for having some sort of [[forethought|PG002 - Summer Vignette]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> The tiny slip in the mail could hardly be called an envelope. I knew my answer as soon as I saw it. I was absolutely crushed. I don't think I opened it for days. It became a scramble for some other option, but the windows had passed. Icarus was <<print $CC.name>> and my wings had melted. <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG001 - Decisions][$HS.postGrad = "gapyear"]] false>> It was either take the loss on the chin and try again after a Gap Year... <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]>> ...or fuck it all and just reconsider everything. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> /* gap year arc */ /* IMAGE (Needed): Travel Pamphlets */ While everyone else was preoccupied by waiting for paper in the mail and showing off the school merch as a subtle (not so subtle) social stratification, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do that would actually matter. To me, to my life, to give me some perspective before I made one of their choices. I needed the time away, I needed space and myself and entering the rat race just seemed recipe for an emotional disaster. <br><br> It became clear that there were actually plenty of options and that, in some ways, made deciding more difficult. <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG002 - Summer Vignette][$HS.gapYear = 3; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] false>> I could volunteer with a Peace Corps-like organization with tribes in Africa; <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[PG002 - Summer Vignette][$HS.gapYear = 1; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base ++; $CC.wealth --]] false>> Go super retro and attend one of the last remaining Finishing Schools. It wasn't cheap, but <<if $CC.dad == 2>>I figured I'd find a way to <<else>>Dad assured me, if it was what I wanted to do, we'd <</if>> find the funds. <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[PG002 - Summer Vignette][$HS.gapYear = 2; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --]] false>> Just backpack through Europe; <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<path [[PG002 - Summer Vignette][$HS.gapYear = 4; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]] false>> Try the Au Pair thing? <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</timed>>
<<if $CC.FFName == "">> <<set $CC.FFName = "Maddy">> <</if>> <<image framed "passage/PG002-SummerVignette.png">> <<if $HS.gapYear == 1>> He hadn't lied. He put together the money that was needed for the school in the Alps, but I felt the ripples -- we were scrimping more. One luxury traded for many. <</if>> With all the decisions behind me, I spent the summer trying to retain as much normalcy as possible. The week of graduation was just some figment of my imagination and everything was just like the past half dozen years. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Needless to say, a lot of my time was taken up by <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Without school or anything in the way, we had a lot more opportunity to hang out. And with the Summer's close encroaching day by day, we felt like we were trying to race against time and cram as much in together as possible. As if something loomed on the other end of a particular day on the calendar. As if this was our last chance. <br><br> <</if>> I hung out with <<print $CC.FName>> on the reg <<if $HS.grad == "fail">> and she wouldn't shut up about how I'd managed to not finish //high// school. I tried to change the subject and not resent her. <<elseif $HS.grad == "early">> and she wouldn't shut up about why I wanted to graduate early. What about all the fun and time with her and our other friends I'd be missing out on?! She just didn't understand. <<else>> -- she was off to some party school in the southeast. <</if>> <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're gonna be such an //outcast//, though."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Aren't you supposed to be supportive?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I //am//. I'm supporting you to go to college, like meeee."<</speech>> <<if $HS.grad == "early">> <<speechPC>>"We're gonna be going at practically the same time."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"But you're gonna be the weirdo who wanted to wait for Freshman year."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No one's gonna know, <<print $CC.FFName>>."<</speechPC>> She poked my chest, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You will."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> I didn't mean it. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Heyyy.<</speech>> She squeezed me tight, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I'm sure it's gonna be tons of fun, maybe I'm like...jealous. I'm just saying you're gonna be the weirdo who wanted to //wait// for Freshman year."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No one's gonna know, <<print $CC.FFName>>."<</speechPC>> She poked my chest, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You will."<</speech>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<if $HS.grad == "early">> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You gotta like, be my eyes and ears."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Your woman on the inside?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"//Exactly//."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I wish we were going to the same school."<</speech>> She pouted. <<speechPC>>"You're trying this //again//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's just unfair. We've always been partners in crime."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, now we can hae twice as many crimes. You live vicariously through mine and me, yours."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"There are some things that need to be seen."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm not sending you //those//. That's permanent."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"All the more reason to share. Trade you fair and square."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm gonna miss you."<</speechPC>> We were hugging. And crying. <</if>> <<else>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're...just gonna...go?"<</speech>> No one understood. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Maybe I should come with you."<</speech>> As much as I wanted her to, I knew that was an impossibility. No way her family would let her. What I was doing was crazy enough. And the fewer who knew, the better. Didn't want this to become some town scandal. <<speechPC>>"I'd //love// you to. You know that."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You'll need me. You always do."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And have your Dad think you got like kidnapped? Have like Interpol searching for you--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Maybe that's exactly the help you need!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"White American girl kidnapper found. Her trafficker, <<print $Body.skin>> American girl, jailed for life."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're ridiculous."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm gonna miss you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Maybe I'll find you, after I graduate."<</speech>> We were hugging. And crying. <</if>> <br><br> I chilled with <<linkexpand "the Boys, too.">> the Boys, too. <br><br> These moments became more awkward and melancholy. Like it was the end of an era. <<if $HS.grad == "fail">> They thought it was fucking cool that I failed out. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Girls //never// flunk."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"That's because <<print $CC.name>> never considered all the options to improve her grades."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Gross."<</speechPC>> <<elseif $HS.grad == "early">> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Who'd you blow."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Gross!"<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"What. There's no way she's smarter than me."<</speech>> <br><br> The room was silent on that one. I let a smile creep in. <<else>> We tried to ignore the impending changes to our lives, to our status quo...but still, inexorable time insisted: our 'final' hangout arrived without pomp. <</if>> Simply dropped in our laps, unavoidable as we kept everything as low-key as possible. As if the more mundane the day was, the less likely it'd be that I'd be <<linkexpand "heading out tomorrow.">> heading out tomorrow. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.college == 0>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, like, tell me again why you're playing keep away with the rest of your life?"<</speech>> It was a common refrain from Ethan, but I could feel a little twitch out of everyone because of the silent portent of the day. <<speechPC>>"Because you don't //have// to go to college right away."<</speechPC>> I hadn't given any of them context on recent drama, which had saved me from that pain while presenting ribbing practically on a daily basis, but it also meant there was no reprieve from his chiding. <<if $HS.gapYear == 1>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"My bad. Everyone goes to sleepaway camp as adults."<</speech>> <<elseif $HS.gapYear == 2>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"My bad. I forgot that years abroad are super un-fun if they're done while you're in school."<</speech>> <<elseif $HS.gapYear == 3>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"My bad. I'm an awful person because I don't want to spend the best years of my life in the sweltering heat of some third-world, war-torn nation."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"My bad. Every girl holds off on college to babysit for rich people."<</speech>> <</if>> While it hurt. I understood the underlying emotion -- it felt like the end of an era for all of us. I shrugged, it wasn't his best work and I'd become inured to the annoyance over the months. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Maybe she's just scared of parties and sleeping with people."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> piped in over his shoulder between rounds of Halo. He never had chimed in before, let alone sided with the shithead. Andrew got killed his surprise was so great. <br><br> <<else>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, you excited to be the fresh meat, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> I felt a little twitch out of everyone because Ethan was intoning the change that was so close. <<speechPC>>"Not as excited as you are to have a shot at girls who don't know you."<</speechPC>> I shot back, giving as good as I got. <<if $HS.college == 1>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"She's going to be the only attractive girl for miles where she's going. It's all glasses and armpit hair there."<</speech>> Andrew joked. <<else>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"She's going to have it fuckin' hard, dude. There's //millions// of girls where she's going. Small fish, ''huge'' pond."<</speech>> Andrew reminded of my impending demographics. <</if>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"It's still college. She'll get more than her fair share of dick."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> piped in over his shoulder between rounds of Halo. He had never chimed in before, let alone regarding my sex life. Andrew got killed his surprise was so great. <<if $CC.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<speechPC>>"Dick?"<</speechPC>> I gagged. <<speechPC>>"Gross. Keep those nasty things away from me."<</speechPC>> I laughed. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"But thank you for believing in me, <<print $CC.friend1>>"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.length gt 10>> I sighed, raising my eyebrows, <<speechPC>>"Anyway, We //all// know I'm the __opposite__ of scared to get fucked."<</speechPC>> <<elseif $bodies.length gt 4>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh. Sorry, but we all know she was far from celibate."<</speech>> Ethan smirked, loving his knowledge of my sexual history. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, come on. I'm no prude."<</speechPC>> I sighed, hating that my sexual history being on par with any of them was something I had to defend. <</if>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Yer just jealous that she's going to get some wherever she goes...and for you, welp, Ethan. Maybe even when you're a Senior and those starry-eyed freshmen are walking around, you still might not have a shot."<</speech>> Ethan's controller went careening at Andrew. <<speechPC>>"Y'all have sex on the mind."<</speechPC>> I laughed and rolled my eyes. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You don't?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> frowned at me, incredulous. <br><br> I chuckled and shrugged. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How accurate you think those movies and tv shows are?"<</speech>> He scooted closer to me, revealing a curiosity I hadn't noticed before. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Just a lot of parties full of orgies?"<</speech>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "I laughed and mussed his hair a little...">> I laughed and mussed his hair a little. <<speechPC>>"I'm sure there'll be plenty of parties for you, bud."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Speaking of..."<</speech>> Ethan leaned back, digging in his pockets with a broad smile. A broader blunt popped out, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"How's about we have a going away party."<</speech>> The air deflated. Cat was out of the bag and no turning back, but there was an element to sending The Boys off in style that had a certain ring to it. <div id="smokeup"> <br> <<crossroads #smokeup>> <<path $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> I could taste the paper and weed on my tongue simply seeing it out. ''I waved Ethan over''. Eh. Why not. <<contents>> <br><br> I got comfortable as Ethan lit the joint in between my lips, not caring that I was in a skirt and just letting Andrew get a full view because I was focused on getting my [[smoke on|PG002 - BoysSex][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base --]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into drugs and alcohol. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> Go out with a ''bang''. <<contents>> <br><br> Ethan joined me and <<print $CC.friend1>> on the couch and I took the inaugural hit. I coughed hard as it entered my lungs and they laughed at me, but Andrew didn't seem to mind the coughing fit that spread my thighs and the view [[he received|PG002 - BoysSex][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base --]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough <<path>> "Nah, guys. ''Just'' ''listen'' to yerselves! Y'all sound like idiots." <<contents>> <br><br> And so I laughed my ass off for the rest of the afternoon as they pontificated on their future sexual encounters: who'd accidentally knock someone up, who'd catch something, who'd come back married. They were idiots. But they were my idiots. And I'd [[miss them|PG003 - HomeVign4][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
And fuck did it hit hard. I groaned out and Ethan nodded in agreement, <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Got the good shit for today."<</speech>> He patted my thigh and I ignored his hand on my bare skin as he gave me a little nudge of his shoulder, <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Hit it again."<</speech>> And so I did. <br><br> They all encouraged me to get two in for each one I passed and soon I was absolutely floating. <br><br> It neared a roach and I was leaning against <<print $CC.friend1>> as I blew out the dregs and offered the hot end of the blunt to him with a hazy and big grin. <br><br> He turned and we were mouth to mouth. I kinda melted. My body was craving affection, touch, care. <br><br> <div id="makeout"> I could... <<crossroads #makeout>> <<path>> ''Make out''... <<contents>> <<include "PG004 - BoysSex_Makeout">> <<path>> ...gross. These are my //friends//. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'll take one of those, too."<</speech>> Laughed Ethan. I rolled my eyes and gave him light kiss, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Enjoy college."<</speech>> His words came out strained. <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br> A last hug for him. "I [[will|PG003 - HomeVign4]]." <</crossroads>> </div>
I started making out with him. <br><br><br> I wasn't paying attention to the room but I bet it was awkward as we were grabbing at each other with our tongues down each other's throats. I'm pretty sure he broke the kiss first, there were tears in his eyes. It was then that I read the room. Andrew was shocked. Ethan was rock hard and his eyes were devouring me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh, wow. I'll take one of those goodbyes."<</speech>> I could practically feel the heat coming off of him and the tension in his voice. <br><br> <div id="escalate"> <<skillChecked "Easiness and Stability">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value || $bodies.find(body => body.name == $CC.friend1)>> Part of me said sure... <br><br> 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"> <<crossroads #sexy>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> And it was turning me on... <<blocked>> $CC.name is more stable than she is excitable. <<contents>> <<include "PG004 - BoysSex_Action">> <<path>> ...this is crazy! <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, whoah, whoah. Fuck. Heh, uh. Awkward. Okay. Going now."<</speechPC>> I could feel the disappointment and frustration bubbling inside him, so I moved off the couch quickly. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. The moment dissipated -- it felt great. We all sighed. Some for other reasons than my own relief. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Enjoy college..."<</speech>> His words came out strained. <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[will|PG003 - HomeVign4]]."<</speechPC>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Kay. Hug?"<</speechPC>> They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Enjoy college."<</speech>> His words came out strained. <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. <<speechPC>>"I [[will|PG003 - HomeVign4]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> </div>
<<face ahego runny>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<liftUpDress>> 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 "Arousal and Kinks">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<crossroads #sex>> <<path>> Release right now would be great... <<contents>> <<set $fuckedBoys = true>> <br><br> 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. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>My underwear was being <<link "pulled down my legs">><<panties>><</link>> and I spread my thighs eagerly.<<else>>Knowing what was coming, I spread my thighs eagerly, nothing beneath to get in their way.<</if>> <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. <<skillChecked "Blowjob skills">> <<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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Cu-cumming."<</speech>> Came Ethan. And then he did. A surprisingly copious amount of slimy jism pumped again and again into my mouth. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Show me."<</speech>> 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, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Swallow. Good girl."<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Fuck. You're //that// good?"<</speech>> 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. 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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I got first."<</speech>> Announced Ethan and suddenly I wasn't being eaten out anymore. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Bullshit."<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Throw you for it."<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Fine."<</speech>> <br><br> Ethan's shoved a hand towards me, keeping me out of the conversation. His chubby belly pushed up against my nose ridge and forehead as he leaned in to RPS above me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Fine. Seconds."<</speech>> And he pulled my head up firmly and guided me to Andrew. <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<include "PG002 - BoysSex_Fertile">> <<else>> <<dollRearView>> 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. <<vCardCheck $CC.friend1 M "Best Guy Friend" "And that's how I lost my virginity...quick, suddenly and to my best guy friend." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <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. 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 "Blowjob skills">> <<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. <<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> <<skillChecked "Sex skill and Pussy size">> <<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 pussy1 mound1>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Blowjob skills">> <<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]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<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. <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 $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<else>> <<addBody Ethan M "Ethan, as a garage goodbye" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> 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 <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 $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Orgasm ability and Blowjob skills">> <<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. <<linkexpand "He had finished, too">> 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> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<else>> I was a wobbly mess by the end of it. It was difficult for me to 'finish the job' with how hard I was cumming. It was like a rolling wave that just kepy coming. At a certain point, we were laughing. Them at me losing control, me from how powerless I suddenly was. But it was good spirited. We were all in a very happy place. <br><br> Eventually, I did get him there. <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 $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Blowjob skills">> 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, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Take it,"<</speech>> <<linkexpand "He declared">> 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]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<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 <<linkexpand "climax">> climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray 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|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<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 <<linkexpand "climax">> <<cumSpray mouth1>> climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan's copious and viscous load spraying against my slit and mound -- close enough I hoped. <<cumSpray mound2 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 $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> ...but not smart. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> 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|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</crossroads>> <<else>> Release right now would be...great. But not <<link "smart">><<replace "#sex" t8n>> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> 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|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div>
<<dollRearView>> <<face ahego runny>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"You got some fucking condoms, right?"<</speechPC>> I panted out while licking slowly at Andrew's engorged meat. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh. No. You're not...?"<</speech>> I shook my head, Ethan sighed. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"<<print $CC.friend1>>?"<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You want me to go //inside// right now? Just grab some condoms in front of my ''Mom''?"<</speech>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"There's pullout game..."<</speech>> chuckled Ethan. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Riskiness and Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<set $fuckedBoys = true>> 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." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <</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." "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> 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 "Blowjob skills">> <<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. <<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> <<skillChecked "Sex Skills and Pussy Size">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<skillChecked "Blowjob experience">> <<set $PG.oops = true>> <<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 <<linkexpand "inside me">> inside me. <<cumSpray pussy1>> <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|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<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 <<linkexpand "climax">> climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <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 $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> 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 <<linkexpand "climax">> <<cumSpray mouth1>> climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan eagerly driving home rather than giving any thought to his pullout game. I smacked my lips after swallowing Andrew's swimmers, looking back in surprise as another blast of heat <<linkexpand "fired into me">> fired into me. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> 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, <<speechPC>>"Jesus."<</speechPC>> 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|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Orgasm ability and Blowjob skills">> <<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. <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]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Blowjob skills">> 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><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]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<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 <<linkexpand "climax">> climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray 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|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<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 <<linkexpand "climax">> <<cumSpray mouth1>> climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan's copious and viscous load spraying against my slit and mound -- close enough I hoped. <<cumSpray mound2 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]]. <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ha. Right."<</speechPC>> 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">> He wasn't happy about it, but I had made the rules clear. Bent over in front of Andrew, thighs spread, my clit was his focus and he did a good enough -- if frustrated -- job that I came right around the time that Andrew was pumping his load into my mouth as a <<linkexpand "reward">> reward for my work. <<cumSpray mouth1>> <br><br> I rolled onto my back, panting and smacking my lips and trying to ignore the looks I was receiving from the blue-balled guys. <br><br> They looked upset, dicks out and frowning at me so I leaned forward to slip them some tongue, but was instantly pushed away, <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Gross!"<</speech>> They didn't want to taste their friend's jizz. I just rolled my eyes and stood up, righting my clothes. <<speechPC>>"Whatever. Put your dicks away guys, I gotta go."<</speechPC>> They did. <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. I got a tight hug from Drew and tentative squeezes from the others, but walking out of there...I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/PG003-HomeVign4.png">> <<outfit default>> There was an emptiness that I felt as I packed. This was my solo adventure. No family, no friends, just the unknown and myself. <br><br> And then...it was done. I could have procrastinated, pulled everything out and started again, but it wouldn't have delayed anything. My future waited for me. <br><br> I turned away from the bags <<if $CC.dad == 2>>and was<<else>>to let Dad know and was<</if>> surprised to hear voices talking by the front door. Male. I got closer, quietly, trying to pick out words but they were speaking in hushed tones. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<else>>Was Dad trying to surprise me right before I left?<</if>> <br><br><br> No. It was Nate. Fuck. I leaned against the wall closest to them now that I had placed who it was and listened: <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm sorry. We've heard nothing."<</speech>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"She's...gone...black before, right?"<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"//Dark//. Well, no. Not like this."<</speech>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"She's alive, though."<</speech>> There was a pregnant pause that was like a punch to my gut. <<speech "Nate.png">>"We're analyzing our options and potential outcomes. I just...wanted to keep you in the loop."<</speech>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"And, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I..."<</speech>> there was an awkwardness to his response that didn't seem out of protectiveness for me and my mental health. I couldn't quite suss out what was lying underneath, but there was something, <<speech "Nate.png">>"The less she knows for now, the better. Let her do her thing. We'll address it later. We'll see how the situation evolves."<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Okay. A //year//, though?" <</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"A drop in the bucket on this...project. We'll certainly know more on the other end."<</speech>> <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Okay. "//Four// years, though?"<</speech>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"She's been on this...project longer than that. We'll certainly know more then."<</speech>> <<else>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Silence. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<else>>Then the door shut and I heard Dad drop into a nearby chair.<</if>> I made my way back to my room and dropped onto my bed next to my luggage. <br><br> I was going it alone. And there was a part of me that felt like I was abandoning <<if $CC.dad == 2>>her <<else>>him. Abandoning her<</if>>. But what could I do? I was just some dumb teen girl and I had a life to lead. What she had done. Where she had gone. Whatever had happened to her was on her. It wasn't my responsibility. <br><br> My responsibility was to myself and my life. I'd probably fuck something up like this with my own family down the line. And then //that// would be my fault. <br><br> In the meantime, I needed to enjoy the distance and forget. Get some perspective and understand myself in the world of a spy-mom that disappeared. Who would I be now, how would I let it affect me and my world? <br><br> So I was resolved: fuck it. She was gone. <br><br><br> And I was <<if $HS.postGrad == "college">> [[off|UN001 - CollegeArr]]. <<else>> [[off|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Previous experiences">> Me and The Boys had, of course, sent texts back and forth over the past year. <<if $Body.age == -2>> <<include "PG004 - Two Years">> <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> <<include "PG004 - One Year">> <<else>> 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. So when I found out they were all getting together, I jumped at the chance to join in. Especially since now I was going to be joining their ranks, a year behind, but I'd be a co-ed now too. Maybe the past year could be forgiven and we could get on the same page. Maybe they could give me some pointers? Goddamn, they'd probably ''love'' the opportunity to mansplain anything of college life to me. <br><br> <<if $fuckedBoys == true>> <div id="ethan"> 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. <br><br> A part of me wanted to just turn and walk away, but I ducked under the half-open door anyway. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Boyyyys. How was college?"<</speechPC>> <<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. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Ups and downs, to be honest."<</speech>> He continued, tossing the controller away and coming to give me a proper greeting and hug, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like a...commercial break? It was fun, and just like...completely different. So that was cool."<</speechPC>> 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 <<print $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. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"So, 'nother commercial break for ya?"<</speech>> Drew jibed over his shoulder at me. <<speechPC>>"No. It was just a one-off. I'm going to college, too."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And that's all it was. I was back in the ranks of the Boys like it was nothing. They all had differing stories and advice for my first year, different opinions on what being a year older would do for me or hold against me. They all agreed that I'd be beer-buyer my sophomore year and that'd have some kind of clout. It sounded like their first years had been tough, trying to forge their path in completely new surroundings with random people. Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> seemed to have broken through the difficulties and were excited about going back. <br><br> Ethan, <<link "though">><<replace "#ethan">> He was reticent to open up to any of us, no matter the amount of jabs and pressure. He kind of pulled away from the group even though he still showed up for every, single get-together over the Summer. I didn't know what to do except let him be. Any attempt just brought up the spines and made things uncomfortable and less fun. So we let him. <br><br> That's why it was so surprising to see him pull up into my driveway a week before we were all going off to school. I met him outside as he climbed out of his Honda, <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Everything okay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yer Dad home?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah...why?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> A momentary consideration at the 'full' house. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Can we go inside?"<</speech>> <br><br> I waved him forward, <<speechPC>>"Sure, sure."<</speechPC>> Concern blatant on my face. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Hey, Ethan."<</speech>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> called out from the living room, reading something and barely looking up from it as we headed down the hallway and back to my room for some privacy. I pushed the piles of clothes aside -- I had been picking out cute outfits and deciding what to bring -- and climbed up onto my bed with him. <br><br> He shuddered with the sighing release, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I fucking //hate// school."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What? But you were like so good at it--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Not the school part. The college bullshit. Look."<</speech>> His hand dropped to my knee, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"<<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."<</speech>> There was a look in his eyes and tone in his voice that made it undeniable he was referencing the 'goodbye'. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"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..."<</speech>> He looked off, but his hand hadn't moved, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"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."<</speech>> <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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I get that you have a lot going on, but I figured you might be as scared as I am right now, like you were last year..."<</speech>> He leaned forward. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanSex]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> Dive in. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't that easy. <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanDeny]]>> Whoah. Stop Mistake #2 before it happens. <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanSex]] $CC.maleReaction gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4>> Pity fuck? <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>... </div> <<else>> As I approached the garage, a flicker of the last time I'd been there was hard to ignore. That they'd been entertaining the idea of hooking up with me -- //seriously// -- as a good way to send-off our post-high school summer together wasn't just surprising... it was so unlike them. And I had said no. They had to have been joking, right? They wouldn't hold it against me, right? <br><br> They weren't going to still feel rejected in any event, right? A part of me wanted to just turn and walk away, but I ducked under the half-open door anyway. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Boyyyys. How was college?"<</speechPC>> <<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. <<speech "Mfriend.png">>"Ups and downs, to be honest."<</speech>> He continued, tossing the controller away and coming to give me a proper greeting and hug, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like a...commercial break? It was fun, and just like...completely different. So that was cool."<</speechPC>> <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 <<print $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. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"So, 'nother commercial break for ya?"<</speech>> Drew jibed over his shoulder at me. <<speechPC>>"No. It was just a one-off. I'm going to college, too."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And that's all it was. I was back in the ranks of the Boys like it was nothing. They all had differing stories and advice for my first year, different opinions on what being a year older would do for me or hold against me. They all agreed that I'd be beer-buyer my sophomore year and that'd have some kind of clout. It sounded like their first years had been tough, trying to forge their path in completely new surroundings with random people. Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> seemed to have broken through the difficulties and were excited about going back. <br><br> I was glad that things went back to normal so easily. None of my fears were founded on anything. I knew I could rely on these guys for anything now, no matter the circumstances. <br><br> Which was great, because I was nervous and needed their support as I got ready to head to my //own// first year of [[college|UN001 - CollegeArr]]. <</if>> <</if>>
The group chat was frenzied at first while they tried to connect with me while I was away. I felt homesick, they seemed to feel me-sick. We all sought consistency. On the other hand, the personal texts dropped off almost instantly -- except <<print $CC.friend1>>. He's a good one. Then, too quickly, my comments and emojis were ignored. They were planning their activities and it felt like I was just butting in. They clearly felt abandoned. I understood. We'd been moving through life at the same pace, experiencing the same things at the same times...and then I up and dipped. Still, understanding and not being hurt were two different things. <br><br> Then I guess they made a separate group chat. Communication that included me dropped to absolutely nothing. That hurt the most. No matter how interesting, exciting, and different my year away had been, I still missed them. My new life was just a year old. New, baby fresh, temporary...they were apart of my //forever// life. <br><br> Returning home, it felt distinctly empty to be surrounded with such familiarity...but sans The Boys. So when an errant group message let me know they were meeting up, I jumped at the chance to join. <<call>>"Guess who'll be there!"<</call>> //That// received the love and excitement I needed. Practically cried as my phone buzzed away. <br><br> Maybe the past year could be forgiven. Goddamn, they'd probably ''love'' the opportunity to mansplain anything the past year to me. <br><br> <<if $fuckedBoys == true>> <div id="ethan"> 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. <br><br> A part of me wanted to just turn and walk away, but I ducked under the half-open door anyway. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Boyyyys. How was //high school//?"<</speechPC>> It was biting, but it was the chiding that we had always used. It felt right. <<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. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Ups and downs, to be honest."<</speech>> He continued, tossing the controller away and coming to give me a proper greeting and hug, <<if $HS.grad == "gapyear">> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like a...commercial break? It was fun, and just like...completely different. So that was cool."<</speechPC>> It was crazy that a year ago we were all going at each other right here. <<else>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was //college//."<</speech>> They were all practically drooling. <<speechPC>>"Like...the same? But different?"<</speechPC>> It was crazy that a year ago we were all going at each other right here. <</if>> Beyond the telling gaze of Ethan, it seemed like it was a dream. Had they gotten laid since then? Did they view it as a mistake? Or were they preferring the comfort of consistency over making what happened make things weird. Whatever the case, I was glad for it. <br><br> Soon we were all back on the couches like nothing had ever changed. And they hadn't. Not a whit. I wondered if they thought //I// had changed. What did they think? <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Well, now //we're// off to college."<</speech>> Drew jibed over his shoulder at me. <<speechPC>>"I'm glad, you'll love it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And that's all it was. I was back in the ranks of the Boys like it was nothing. It seemed like they didn't hold anything against me. Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> seemed to be unsure about the next year and all the changes it entailed. <br><br> Ethan, <<link "though">><<replace "#ethan">> He was reticent to open up to any of us, no matter the amount of jabs and pressure. He kind of pulled away from the group even though he still showed up for every, single get-together over the Summer. I didn't know what to do except let him be. Any attempt just brought up the spines and made things uncomfortable and less fun. So we let him. <br><br> That's why it was so surprising to see him pull up into my driveway a week before we were all going off to school. I met him outside as he climbed out of his Honda, <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Everything okay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yer Dad home?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah...why?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> A momentary consideration at the 'full' house. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Can we go inside?"<</speech>> <br><br> I waved him forward, <<speechPC>>"Sure, sure."<</speechPC>> Concern blatant on my face. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Hey, Ethan."<</speech>> Dad called out from the living room, reading something and barely looking up from it as we headed down the hallway and back to my room for some privacy. I pushed the piles of clothes aside -- I had been picking out cute outfits and deciding what to bring -- and climbed up onto my bed with him. <br><br> He shuddered with the sighing release, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I fucking //hate// school."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What? But you were like so good at it--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Not the school part. The rest of the bullshit. Look."<</speech>> His hand dropped to my knee, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"<<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."<</speech>> There was a look in his eyes and tone in his voice that made it undeniable he was referencing the 'goodbye'. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You left. The group kinda fell apart.<</speech>> Oh. So it wasn't just some other group chat. <<speech "Ethan.png">>...and this summer's just been showing me how much I belong here with you guys. And..."<</speech>> He looked off, but his hand hadn't moved, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"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."<</speech>> <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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I get that you have a lot going on, but I figured you might be as scared as I am right now, like you were last year..."<</speech>> He leaned forward. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanSex]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> Dive in. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't that easy. <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanDeny]]>> Whoah. Stop Mistake #2 before it happens. <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanSex]] $CC.maleReaction gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4>> Pity fuck? <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>... </div> <<else>> As I approached the garage, a flicker of the last time I'd been there was hard to ignore. That they'd been entertaining the idea of hooking up with me -- //seriously// -- as a good way to send-off our post-high school summer together wasn't just surprising... it was so unlike them. And I had said no. They had to have been joking, right? They wouldn't hold it against me, right? <br><br> They weren't going to still feel rejected in any event, right? A part of me wanted to just turn and walk away, but I ducked under the half-open door anyway. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Boyyyys. How was //high school//?"<</speechPC>> It was biting, but it was the chiding that we had always used. It felt right. <<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. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Ups and downs, to be honest."<</speech>> He continued, tossing the controller away and coming to give me a proper greeting and hug, <<if $HS.grad == "gapyear">> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like a...commercial break? It was fun, and just like...completely different. So that was cool."<</speechPC>> It was crazy that a year ago we were all going at each other right here. <<else>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was //college//."<</speech>> They were all practically drooling. <<speechPC>>"Like...the same? But different?"<</speechPC>> It was crazy that a year ago we were all going at each other right here. <</if>> Beyond the telling gaze of Ethan, it seemed like it was a dream. Had they gotten laid since then? Did they view it as a mistake? Or were they preferring the comfort of consistency over making what happened make things weird. Whatever the case, I was glad for it. <br><br> Soon we were all back on the couches like nothing had ever changed. And they hadn't. Not a whit. I wondered if they thought //I// had changed. What did they think? <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Well, now //we're// off to college."<</speech>> Drew jibed over his shoulder at me. <<speechPC>>"I'm glad, you'll love it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And that's all it was. I was back in the ranks of the Boys like it was nothing. It seemed like they didn't hold anything against me. Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> seemed to be unsure about the next year and all the changes it entailed. Ethan on the other hand, seemed //stoked//. He practically seemed to be picturing himself ''the'' Big Man on Campus. <br><br> I was glad that things went back to normal so easily. None of my fears were founded on anything. I knew I could rely on these guys for anything now, no matter the circumstances. <br><br> Which was great, because I was nervous and needed their support as I got ready to head to my //own// first year of [[college|UN001 - CollegeArr]]. <</if>>
The group chat was frenzied at first while they tried to connect with me while I was away. I felt homesick, they seemed to feel me-sick. We all sought consistency. On the other hand, the personal texts dropped off almost instantly -- except <<print $CC.friend1>>. He's a good one. Then, too quickly, my comments and emojis were ignored. They were planning their activities and it felt like I was just butting in. They clearly felt abandoned. I understood. We'd been moving through life at the same pace, experiencing the same things at the same times...and then I up and dipped. Still, understanding and not being hurt were two different things. <br><br> Then I guess they made a separate group chat. Communication that included me dropped to absolutely nothing. That hurt the most. No matter how interesting, exciting, and different my year away had been, I still missed them. My new life was just a year old. New, baby fresh, temporary...they were apart of my //forever// life. <br><br> Returning home, it felt distinctly empty to be surrounded with such familiarity...but sans The Boys. So when an errant group message let me know they were meeting up, I jumped at the chance to join. <<call>>"Guess who'll be there!"<</call>> //That// received the love and excitement I needed. Practically cried as my phone buzzed away. <br><br> Maybe the past year could be forgiven. Goddamn, they'd probably ''love'' the opportunity to mansplain anything the past year to me. <br><br> <<if $fuckedBoys == true>> <div id="ethan"> 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. <br><br> A part of me wanted to just turn and walk away, but I ducked under the half-open door anyway. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Boyyyys. How was //high school//?"<</speechPC>> It was biting, but it was the chiding that we had always used. It felt right. <<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. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Ups and downs, to be honest."<</speech>> He continued, tossing the controller away and coming to give me a proper greeting and hug, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like a...commercial break? It was fun, and just like...completely different. So that was cool."<</speechPC>> 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. Had they gotten laid since then? Did they view it as a mistake? Or were they preferring the comfort of consistency over making what happened make things weird. Whatever the case, I was glad for it. <br><br> Soon we were all back on the couches like nothing had ever changed. And they hadn't. Not a whit. I wondered if they thought //I// had changed. What did they think? <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Well, eventually we'll get to college too."<</speech>> Drew jibed over his shoulder at me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Overachiever."<</speech>> He grunted. <<speechPC>>"You'll love it, I'm sure of it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And that's all it was. I was back in the ranks of the Boys like it was nothing. It seemed like they didn't hold anything against me. Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> seemed to be unsure about the next year and all the changes it entailed. <br><br> Ethan, <<link "though">><<replace "#ethan">> He was reticent to open up to any of us, no matter the amount of jabs and pressure. He kind of pulled away from the group even though he still showed up for every, single get-together over the Summer. I didn't know what to do except let him be. Any attempt just brought up the spines and made things uncomfortable and less fun. So we let him. <br><br> That's why it was so surprising to see him pull up into my driveway a week before we were all going off to school. I met him outside as he climbed out of his Honda, <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Everything okay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yer Dad home?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah...why?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> A momentary consideration at the 'full' house. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Can we go inside?"<</speech>> <br><br> I waved him forward, <<speechPC>>"Sure, sure."<</speechPC>> Concern blatant on my face. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Hey, Ethan."<</speech>> Dad called out from the living room, reading something and barely looking up from it as we headed down the hallway and back to my room for some privacy. I pushed the piles of clothes aside -- I had been picking out cute outfits and deciding what to bring -- and climbed up onto my bed with him. <br><br> He shuddered with the sighing release, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I fucking //hate// school."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What? But you were like so good at it--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Not the school part. The rest of the bullshit. Look."<</speech>> His hand dropped to my knee, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"<<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."<</speech>> There was a look in his eyes and tone in his voice that made it undeniable he was referencing the 'goodbye'. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"You left. The group kinda fell apart.<</speech>> Oh. So it wasn't just some other group chat. <<speech "Ethan.png">>...and this summer's just been showing me how much I belong here with you guys. And..."<</speech>> He looked off, but his hand hadn't moved, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"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."<</speech>> <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. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I get that you have a lot going on, but I figured you might be as scared as I am right now, like you were last year..."<</speech>> He leaned forward. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanSex]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> Dive in. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't that easy. <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanDeny]]>> Whoah. Stop Mistake #2 before it happens. <<path [[PG004 - PART EthanSex]] $CC.maleReaction gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4>> Pity fuck? <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>... </div> <<else>> As I approached the garage, a flicker of the last time I'd been there was hard to ignore. That they'd been entertaining the idea of hooking up with me -- //seriously// -- as a good way to send-off our post-high school summer together wasn't just surprising... it was so unlike them. And I had said no. They had to have been joking, right? They wouldn't hold it against me, right? <br><br> They weren't going to still feel rejected in any event, right? A part of me wanted to just turn and walk away, but I ducked under the half-open door anyway. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Boyyyys. How was //high school//?"<</speechPC>> It was biting, but it was the chiding that we had always used. It felt right. <<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. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Ups and downs, to be honest."<</speech>> He continued, tossing the controller away and coming to give me a proper greeting and hug, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"How was the world?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like a...commercial break? It was fun, and just like...completely different. So that was cool."<</speechPC>> 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. Had they gotten laid since then? Did they view it as a mistake? Or were they preferring the comfort of consistency over making what happened make things weird. Whatever the case, I was glad for it. <br><br> Soon we were all back on the couches like nothing had ever changed. And they hadn't. Not a whit. I wondered if they thought //I// had changed. What did they think? <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Well, eventually we'll get to college too."<</speech>> Drew jibed over his shoulder at me. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Overachiever."<</speech>> He grunted. <<speechPC>>"You'll love it, I'm sure of it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And that's all it was. I was back in the ranks of the Boys like it was nothing. It seemed like they didn't hold anything against me. Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> seemed to be unsure about the next year and all the changes it entailed. Ethan on the other hand, seemed //stoked//. He practically seemed to be picturing himself ''the'' Big Man on Campus. <br><br> I was glad that things went back to normal so easily. None of my fears were founded on anything. I knew I could rely on these guys for anything now, no matter the circumstances. <br><br> Which was great, because I was nervous and needed their support as I got ready to head to my first year of [[college|UN001 - CollegeArr]]. <</if>>
/* SEX IMAGE (Needed): Pudgy hands pushing down on thighs */ <<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>> <<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 runny>> The response was instantaneous: his weight leaned into me as our mouths made contact, tongue diving into my mouth, hands pawing at my body. He was on of me, air pushed quickly out of my lungs and I couldn't help but laugh at the suddenness of it. He laughed too, but kept pushing his tongue into my mouth, scooting bit by bit more ontop of me. His hands were working my <<link "skirt up">><<liftUpDress>><</link>> as the weight of his hips got my thighs to spread. Sure, it wasn't some magical moment, but it was a quintessential pre-college hookup. Teen hormones raging, his urgent need and pent up desire guiding things along quick and raucous. <br><br> I came up for air, panting breathlessly as the hardon in his pants ground up and down right along my slit, eliciting wonderful sensations and burst of pleasure. I peeled his t-shirt up, his rolls jiggling and my shirt <<link "came next">><<upper>><<bra>><</link>>, my tits jiggling in response. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Fuck. <<print $CC.name>>. You're gorgeous."<</speech>> He gazed at me in wonder while his hands clawed desperately near my hips for my underwear. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>His nails scraped along my skin, finding no cotton or lycra purchase and he leaned back to look at my perennially unprotected gash, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"God, I love that about you."<</speech>><<else>>His nails dug into my skin and around the waistband, dragging down and yanking my last modesty <<link "away">><<panties>><</link>>.<</if>> It looked like he was salivating, looking at my vagina as his sweaty hands pulled his sweatpants down to free his raging erection. <br><br> It stuck practically straight up, not small, not large, but swelled in excitement and visible to me as soon as it was out, engorging with as much blood as his member could take. It barely moved with how hard he was, not a bit of sway when his weight shifted. Despite knowing he was throbbing like mad, I couldn't see any evidence of it. It was just a steely erection, precum oozing from his tip. <<speechPC>>"Well, you're ready to go."<</speechPC>> I couldn't help but grin, eyes locked on his manhood, the pair of testicles hanging incredibly low and large which told how long he had anticipated this. He began moving forward, repositioning himself and my hands urged him back, pressing against the softness of his body. <<speechPC>>"Buuut...I'm not."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He laughed, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Gross...but okay."<</speech>> Tentatively, he began to eat me out. He pushed two fingers in me suddenly, which made me gasp out and wince. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Like that, huh."<</speech>> Mistaking what my response meant. His tongue fluttered at my clit. It was delicate and imprecise, I think mostly to avoid tasting me...but also inexperience. His pumping fingers felt good, but he wasn't focusing on the right areas or getting the right rhythm. The frustration mounted quickly and rather than lose the mood entirely, I pulled him up. <<speechPC>>"Kay."<</speechPC>> As much as he needed guidance and training, I knew he was emotionally vulnerable and now was not the right time. <br><br> His hands were grabbing and pushing my thighs back, needing no cue to know what was next. <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"Condom time, buddy."<</speechPC>> A hand lightly discouraging on his chest while he pushed his sticky cockhead up and down my slit, tip nudging at my opening carelessly. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>I felt a clench in my lower abdomen as I watched and felt him doing it, my body and parts of my brain clicking on in excitement.<</if>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Uh. Don't have any..."<</speech>> He sighed out as he pushed, sinking forward. His face slackened and his hips responded too, pushing harder as he felt my unprotected warmth and wetness, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh. Fuck."<</speech>> His hand pushing mine off him and driving home hard, those heavy balls whacking against my ass as I arched, gasping out at the sudden fullness and his pubic bone giving my clit a welcome bang and grinnnd. Finally, what I was looking for. <<speechPC>>"E-ethan...you came over here to fuck, yeah?"<</speechPC>> I pushed up on his arms, which tensed, holding my thighs back. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Y-yeah."<</speech>> He nodded, grinning and eyes lustful looking down on me while the //plap// of his body hitting mine began. Short, pleased thrusts that stayed mostly inside me deeply. <<speechPC>>"You. Gotta. Come. Prepared. I'm not--"<</speechPC>> The words came out in breathy gasps, timed out with his cock's ballsdeep thrusting. Oh. God. This felt good. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"On...yeah. I...remember."<</speech>> Nothing about his reaction spoke to concern or listening to my subtext. If anything, he was getting more into it, pudgy fingers squeezing tighter at the back of my thighs, pushing harder and trying to get deeper into my body's core. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> And that was hot. His disregard or simple base desire to fuck how nature intended...I shut up. <br><br> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"So..."<</speechPC>> God it was hard to have this conversation while you were //being// fucked. Trying to be sensible was really difficult as pleasure exploded inside you. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"It was fine. Last time, right?"<</speech>> It was a frown of 'you can't change the rules,' and still he was pounding away. The fear ticked up inside me, but I had opened that Pandora's box and this was what came out. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Orgasm ability">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> And I came. I grabbed at his unremarkable body and pulled him against me as I grunted -- soft as I could control with my Dad down the hall. Ethan wasn't that great in the sack, bad even, but thank fucking god I didn't need much to get off. I got off. <<else>> Shit he was bad. I wasn't going to get there, I realized. My hand tried snaking between his fatty stomach and my mound, but before I could get to myself, he grunted, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yeah, cup my nuts."<</speech>> So my hand dipped past my nub for just a brief nudge and then I was holding the weighty orbs below his cock. <br><br> It was uncomfortable, having my forearm shoving against my crotch and inner thigh as he continued to fuck me, but there wasn't a better angle and my arm was pinned. <</if>> <br><br> I knew it was coming, but he gave no warning, just tensing up and jackrabbitting against me for a couple thrusts before he blew. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Ugnghhh mmm y-yeahhh."<</speech>> His body shook and shuddered, his hot and heavy load pumped into me and he pressed down on my thighs as he reached his <<linkreplace "climax">> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy3 thighs3>> He was a prodigious ejaculator, that I knew previously, but every hint I received was justified as he came incredibly hard and long before sighing contentedly and rolling off my body. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Fuck, I missed that."<</speech>> His cock twitched stickily against his lower belly. I reached over and tugged tissues from my nightstand, clutching them against my mound. <<speechPC>>"You...should...probably..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Go. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded, no offense taken at all, lifting himself up off the bed and stretching comfortably before pulling on his tee and sweats. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Glad we had this talk, <<print $CC.name>>. We clearly needed it."<</speech>> He grinned at me, naked and soaking him up on my bed. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'll text ya."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, not sure what else to say or do in that moment, watching him leave. <br><br> And he did text. That night, the next day. Every day until we left. The subtext was pretty damn clear and I kept making excuses that he didn't seem to understand. They usually just received dick pics in return. We had hooked up again, for whatever reason, but I wasn't too keen on getting a fuckbuddy out of it. Not Ethan. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkreplace>>. <<else>> His sticky cockhead pushed up and down my slit, tip nudging at my opening eagerly. He sighed out as he pushed, sinking forward. His face slackened and his hips responded too, pushing harder as he felt my unprotected warmth and wetness, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh. Fuck."<</speech>> His hand pushing mine off him and driving home hard, those heavy balls whacking against my ass as I arched, gasping out at the sudden fullness and his pubic bone giving my clit a welcome bang and grinnnd. Finally, what I was looking for. <<speechPC>>"E-ethan...you came over here to fuck, yeah?"<</speechPC>> I pushed up on his arms, which tensed, holding my thighs back. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Y-yeah."<</speech>> He nodded, grinning and eyes lustful looking down on me while the //plap// of his body hitting mine began. Short, pleased thrusts that stayed mostly inside me deeply. <br><br> I laughed at his bluntness, <<speechPC>>"Wow. Know. How to. Make a girl. Feel. Special."<</speechPC>> The words came out in breathy gasps, timed out with his cock's ballsdeep thrusting. Oh. God. This felt good. <br><br> Nothing about his reaction spoke to concern or listening to my subtext. If anything, he was getting more into it, pudgy fingers squeezing tighter at the back of my thighs, pushing harder and trying to get deeper into my body's core. I tried to shift my hips, my hands at his in an attempt to angle and guide his thrusting. To no avail. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Orgasm ability">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> But I came. I grabbed at his unremarkable body and pulled him against me as I grunted -- soft as I could control with my Dad down the hall. Ethan wasn't that great in the sack, bad even, but thank fucking god I didn't need much to get off. I got off. <<else>> Shit he was bad. I wasn't going to get there, I realized. My hand tried snaking between his fatty stomach and my mound, but before I could get to myself, he grunted, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yeah, cup my nuts."<</speech>> So my hand dipped past my nub for just a brief nudge and then I was holding the weighty orbs below his cock. <br><br> It was uncomfortable, having my forearm shoving against my crotch and inner thigh as he continued to fuck me, but there wasn't a better angle and my arm was pinned. <</if>> <br><br> I knew it was coming, but he gave no warning, just tensing up and jackrabbitting against me for a couple thrusts before he blew. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Ugnghhh mmm y-yeahhh."<</speech>> His body shook and shuddered, his hot and heavy load pumped into me and he pressed down on my thighs as he reached his <<linkreplace "climax">> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy3 thighs3>> He was a prodigious ejaculator, that I knew previously, but every hint I received was justified as he came incredibly hard and long before sighing contentedly and rolling off my body. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Fuck, I missed that."<</speech>> His cock twitched stickily against his lower belly. I reached over and tugged tissues from my nightstand, clutching them against my mound. <<speechPC>>"You...should...probably..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Go. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded, no offense taken at all, lifting himself up off the bed and stretching comfortably before pulling on his tee and sweats. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Glad we had this talk, <<print $CC.name>>. We clearly needed it."<</speech>> He grinned at me, naked and soaking him up on my bed. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"I'll text ya."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, not sure what else to say or do in that moment, watching him leave. <br><br> And he did text. That night, the next day. Every day until we left. The subtext was pretty damn clear and I kept making excuses that he didn't seem to understand. They usually just received dick pics in return. We had hooked up again, for whatever reason, but I wasn't too keen on getting a fuckbuddy out of it. Not Ethan. <</linkreplace>>. <</if>> <br><br> I tried to shy away from my Dad for as long as I could, not knowing what he knew or didn't. What he heard and what he didn't. In the end, I kept trying to read into his reactions, but I was just crazy-making. Nothing blatant gave his knowledge or lack thereof away. <br><br> As far as Ethan, I wondered if any of that would make a difference for him at school the next year. Give him more confidence? Or just tighten his bond to me? As for me, whether it had any effect, I'd never know, but I was off to start school either [[way|UN001 - CollegeArr]]. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<vCardCheck Ethan M "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "PG000 - Cheating">> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/PG004-PARTEthanDeny.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. <br><br> The coldness entered his eyes, his hand grasped at my thigh, <<speech "Ethan.png">>"What are you doing."<</speech>> It wasn't a question. <<speechPC>>"I think...you just misunderstood. Things...happened and...they probably shouldn't have."<</speechPC>> He tried again and I pulled away, off the bed and towards the door. My heart was pounding. <<speechPC>>"Ethan."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I could see the rage boiling up inside him, the self-pitying rage and remorse. I could also see him considering that I wasn't alone at home. He got up, opened the door, slammed it in my face and was gone. <br><br> I heard <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> expressing concern as he passed. I didn't hear if there was a response. <br><br> Multiple variations of 'I'm here for you' texts were written and disposed of, trying to show my support the way __I__ wanted to. I didn't know how to say it and I didn't see Ethan again before I left for [[college|UN001 - CollegeArr]].
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> I didn't even make it through the first summer after making the long-term commitment to <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. <br><br> What did that mean for our future? What did that say about me? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. They weren't the one, clearly, and they didn't feel that I was 'the one' either. Time for honesty. Time for me to see what single life was like. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $CC.clique !== "Alpha">> <<outfit default>> <<set $HS.promWin = 0>> <<set $HS.promDate to ''>> <<set $HS.promDress = 0>> Prom. <br><br> The biggest event of the year for most kids at school. The pressure of who you were going with, what you were wearing, what you were doing afterwards (who you were doing afterwards?). /* IMAGE (Needed): High school kids dressed up for prom <<image framed "passage/HS002-Prom.png">> */ It was all-consuming in the month leading up. <br><br> Everyone else was going. At least that's how it seemed. So, shouldn't I? <br><br> <div id="prom"> <<crossroads #prom>> <<path>> Count me ''in''. <<contents>> First, the dress. <br><br> It's all about making that entrance, stun them all with what I wore. With how I stunning I look. <br><br> What will make people stand there in awe of me when I walk in the door; when I dance on the floor? <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promDress = 1; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --]]>> <<Doll body dress1 promDress1>> Beggars can't afford to be choosers, literally. I just found something at ''a thrift''. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin -= 2; $HS.promDress = 5; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].base --; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] true>> <<Doll body dress5 promDress5>> There was a way to wear a dress and not wear my body on my sleeve. I wasn't an object and could look refined and gorgeous without too much skin. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$CC.HSBC ++; $HS.promWin ++; $HS.promDress = 2; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]]>> <<Doll body dress2 promDress2>> ''Something classic and classy''. I let the dress accessorize me, not the other way around. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin += 2; $HS.promDress = 3; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base ++]] $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<Doll body dress3 promDress3>> I dug into 'my' pocket book and splurged. I needed to show off not just what I could afford, but also be revealing without a slut. I needed to draw eyes from //both// genders. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin --; $HS.promDress = 4; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<Doll body dress4 promDress4>> Rep be damned. Shock'em and ''show'em what I had''. Yeah, I'd have to use something on hand and sneak the //real// dress out of the house and change later, but it was worth it. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <</crossroads>> <<path>> ...for...a dance and getting drunk? Count me ''out''. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<if $CC.clique == "Loser">><<Stats Stable ++>><<Stats Sophisticated ++>><<Stats Discipline ++>><<Stats Confident ++>><</if>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> I could spend the time date-hunting, dress-buying, plan-making on school instead. <br><br> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> would understand. They knew me well enough by this point. We could have our own typical hang out. Or, if they were really dead-set on Prom, then...they could go I guess. <br><br> <<else>> I knew it wouldn't really be a big deal for me not to go. I wasn't feeling pressure to attend from anyone. Well, maybe it would be a boost to my pride if I got asked anyway -- and maybe further kill my social life. <br><br> <</if>> The Boys would have my back no matter what. We'd spend the night doing something far more fun, far less stressful, far more interesting. We'd chill. <br><br> Nobody would blow chunks on my dress. <br><br> I wouldn't have to console anyone as their mascara ran. <br><br> We'd just ignore the whole stupid thing was happening at [[all|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<outfit popular>> It's all about making that entrance, stun them all with what I wore. With how I stunning I look. <br><br> What will make people stand there in awe of me when I walk in the door; when I dance on the floor<<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>; when I stand on stage and receive my (deserved) crown<</if>>? <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promDress = 1; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --]]>> <<Doll body dress1 promDress1>> Beggars can't afford to be choosers, literally. I just found something at ''a thrift''. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin -= 2; $HS.promDress = 5; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].base --; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] true>> <<Doll body dress5 promDress5>> There was a way to wear a dress and not wear my body on my sleeve. I wasn't an object and could look refined and gorgeous without too much skin. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$CC.HSBC ++; $HS.promWin ++; $HS.promDress = 2; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]]>> <<Doll body dress2 promDress2>> ''Something classic and classy''. I let the dress accessorize me, not the other way around. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin += 2; $HS.promDress = 3; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base ++]] $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<Doll body dress3 promDress3>> I dug into 'my' pocket book and splurged. I needed to show off not just what I could afford, but also be revealing without a slut. I needed to draw eyes from //both// genders. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDate][$HS.promWin --; $HS.promDress = 4; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<Doll body dress4 promDress4>> Rep be damned. Shock'em and ''show'em what I had''. Yeah, I'd have to use something on hand and sneak the //real// dress out of the house and change later, but it was worth it. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <</crossroads>> <</if>>
<<outfit default>> <<set $HS.promDate = ''>> <<if visited("HS002 - PromDress") == 0>> <p> <<print $CC.FName>> spent the entire day with me, multiple shops, so many dressing rooms and lots of laughs. I thought the choice she helped me make was good -- I couldn't trust my indecisiveness anyway. </p> <</if>> <p> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">> Now that the campaign for my Queendom was as solid as it possibly could have been, the next most important thing that could make or break my chances...<<else>>Now that I knew what I was wearing... <</if>>Who was going to take me? </p> <<if $HS.fidelity is "committed">> <<if $HS.sigOther.name == $HS.firstRelationship.name>> <<set $HS.promDate = $HS.sigOther.name>> <<set $People['CC'].F.rel ++>> I had to giggle. Was there even a question? I knew <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was going to ask me. It was just a matter of when. <br><br> And... <br><br> How. <br><br> I had butterflies in my stomach watching other beauxes write things in the sand, do an incredible dance on TikTok, or create an intricate scavenger hunt. <br><br> I had to bite my tongue with each passing day. <br><br> Ugh. Come on! Just do it. <br><br> It didn't need to be some huge overture, just get this over with! <br><br> And they did. /* IMAGE (Needed): A fan in a highschool locker with puffy-gel lettering: I'm a HUGE [Unreadable] fan! <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromFan.png">> */ I opened my locker one day to find a fan in my locker with puffy-gel lettering: I'm a HUGE <<print $CC.name>> fan! And a note asking me to go to Prom. <br><br> <<if !Array("Clay", "Coach Vovk", "Carlos", "Random Guy", "Amari", "DJ Eros", "Hull", "Mark", "Larry", "Arvin", "Uncle Tom", "Marco", "Tyler", $CC.DName, "Ronnie").includes($HS.sigOther.name)>> I turned. <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was there. We hugged. I gave some requisite tears and said yes. I had a date! <<else>> I have no idea how they managed to get this in my locker. I couldn't help but make curious little looks at friends and teachers, wondering if they were part of the conspiracy. But it didn't matter how, I had a date! <</if>> <br><br> Though in retrospect, maybe I did want a big [[overture|HS002 - PromDateChosen]]. <<else>> As much as I //wanted// to go with <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>...we couldn't be seen together. <br><br> So, that meant a cover story. A cover date. Someone else. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDate2">> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity is "cheater">> So...I kinda fucked up. <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> had heard through the grapevine that I had been seen making out with...ugh. It didn't //matter//. That's what I kept saying. <br><br> But <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was butthurt about it and had already started scoping out other options for Prom than me. <br><br> Which meant, I needed to as well. Whatever. Everything's free game on a break. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDate2">> <<elseif $HS.fidelity is "cheated">> <<face runny>> I didn't want to go. I had heard that <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> had fucked someone else in the parking lot. They said I didn't have proof and...no, I didn't. But everyone was //so// sure. <br><br> Just the idea of them with someone else had me crying my eyes out for a week. I wanted to trust them, but I just couldn't bring myself to forgive them. //Yet//. <br><br> And then, just as I was coming around...they had already gotten themselves a date to Prom. They apologized, but they were already committed. At least it wasn't the same person. <br><br> They said they'd be on their best behavior. <br><br> I knew I would. I just had to figure out who I was going to go with. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDate2">> <<elseif $HS.fidelity is "free">> Prom was a huge deal. Who you went with was tantamount to marriage. A part of me bristled at the concept. It was just one night. A person for a night. <br><br> What's the big deal. <br><br> I just had to be ready to field the slew of questions as people tried to make us out into an item. Whoever it ended up being. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - PromDate2">> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-PromDate2.png">> <p> There were a number of suitable options: </p> <<if $CC.clique !== "Loser">> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Derek']] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> Hottest girl and the hottest guy? Sounds like a lock. So, it was with grace (and bottled excitement) that I said "No, no, no, no, no...why, YES, ''Derek'', I //am// free that night. I'd love to go with you. Eat your heart out, ladies." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Seven']] $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> Too many guys asked me. I couldn't hurt their feelings. And... I //accidentally// said yes to every guy who asked me -- it was a gut reaction. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>You know the Prom rules state that at most only a pair can be nominated, so...you'd have to run alone.<</if>> But you would have ''seven dates'', I'd always have someone to dance with. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react positively to perving. <<path [[Stephen|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stephen']] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> There was too much on the line. All I was thinking was, "Anything could go wrong and I can't bear the weight of the choice on my shoulders." So, I asked the other girls and they quickly got me a date. An underclassman: ''Stephen''. I nodded enthusiastically hearing their reasoning for the acne-faced, pudgy redhead who, last week, found shit in his locker. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too confident and not suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Absame']] $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> I noticed that the other girls have gone with the expected guys: boyfriends, star athletes...yawn -- and ''so'' close-minded. It was time to be progressive. And lucky for me, the ''exchange student'' from Somalia, Absame. He wasn't any of the normal things you're supposed to look for in a <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Prom King<<else>> date to prom<</if>>, but time to make a statement, time to be woke. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Miguel']] $CC.clique !== "Alpha" && $CC.clique !== "Nerd">> The selection didn't have to be made in our bubble. So I considered all the other guys I knew and ''Miguel'' was hotter than any guy here, by far. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an Alpha Chick or a Nerd. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Chad']] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> He'd never really given me the time of day, and he was a Super Senior with quite a bit of a reputation, so certainly not your top pick. But really, picking someone else wouldn't be fair to ''Chad'' who asked me day one. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Friend']] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0 || $CC.clique == "Nerd">> But actually asking someone? And what if they said no? <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>That would *kill* your chances if people found out.<</if>> Maybe the safe bet was relying on my own charms and just take ''my friend, <<print $CC.friend1>>''. It'd definitely make his year, he was just going to skip the whole thing. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too confident and isn't a Nerd. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Her Man']] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> It would really throw a wrench in the night if I was able to weasel Ava's date out from...over her. It would get me a bit of a rep with the girls, but there's only one shot at this, and I'd never see them again after graduation. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Arvin']] ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 && $CC.dad == 0) || $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Arvin">> Fuck the rules...<<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>If I really wanted to make myself stand-out...<</if>> why not ''Arvin''? He wasn't family. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>It would really turn heads.<</if>> Adults would probably think it was endearing...and he definitely had a hot-dad vibe to him. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Everyone would be talking.<</if>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky, excitable enough and doesn't have Arvin for a dad. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Harden']] visited("HS002 - Tutor")>> The only person I could think of right now was ''Harden''. He could give me a night, right? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't get tutored. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'GF']] ($Body.sexuality !== "straight" && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0) || $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> Could I take <<print $CC.FName>>? Prom was a big night. Might as well make it huge. Kind of a coming out, I guess. Hell, maybe being confident enough to show who I really was would give me some kind of edge with the kids. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Everyone would be talking about me, for sure.<</if>> <<blocked>> $CC.name is straight or isn't confident enough. <</crossroads>> <p> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>Win, lose, or draw, whoever<<else>>Whoever<</if>> I picked, they better enhance the night one way or another, right? </p> Or, I considered going [[stag|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stag']] and just see where the evening took me. <<else>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Derek']]>> The hottest guy in school? Wouldn't that be a coup? Lemme land 'im. Eat your heart out, ladies. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Stephen']]>> All I could think of was getting rejected. But there was one guy I could tell was pretty desperate: An underclassman: ''Stephen''. The acne-faced, pudgy redhead who, last week, found shit in his locker. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Absame']]>> I noticed that the other girls have gone with the expected guys: boyfriends, star athletes...that felt, closed-minded. I would show them not only could I get a date, but I'd be //progressive//. The ''exchange student'' from Somalia: Absame. He wasn't any of the normal things you're supposed to look for in a date to prom, but time to make a statement, time to be woke. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Miguel']]>> People at my school knew me too much. Knew me as the loser. So I considered all the //other// guys I knew and ''Miguel'' was hotter than any guy here, by far. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Chad']]>> ''Chad'' was a Super Senior with quite a bit of a reputation, but that meant that anyone had a chance, right? <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Friend']]>> But actually asking someone? And what if they said no? Maybe the safe bet was just take ''my friend, <<print $CC.friend1>>''. It'd definitely make his year, he was just going to skip the whole thing. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Her Man']]>> It would really throw a wrench in the night if I was able to weasel Ava's date out from...over her. She was such a bitch, maybe she deserved the one-two punch of losing her man to //me//. <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'Arvin']] $CC.dad == 0>> Fuck the rules. Why not ''Arvin''? He wasn't family. Adults would probably think it was endearing...and he definitely would say yes. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have Arvin for a dad. <<hidden $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Arvin">> <<path [[HS002 - PromDateLoser][$HS.promDate = 'GF']] $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Could I take <<print $CC.FName>>? Prom was a big night. Might as well make it huge. Kind of a coming out, I guess. She was already a friend, that made it an easy ask. <<blocked>> $CC.name is straight. <<hidden $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <</crossroads>> <p> Whoever I picked, they better enhance the night one way or another, right? </p> Or, I considered going [[stag|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stag'; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value ++;]] and just see where the evening took me. <</if>>
<<set _success = false>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromDateLoser.png">> <<if Array("Arvin", "GF", "Friend").includes($HS.promDate)>> <<set _success = true>> A deep breath. Why was this such a big deal? It was just <<print $HS.promDate>>. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"You...want to go?"<</speech>> Oh. That was the reaction. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I sold that, right? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <</if>> <<if Array("Stephen", "Absame").includes($HS.promDate)>> A deep breath. Why was this such a big deal? It was just <<print $HS.promDate>>. No one found them intimidating... <br><br> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <<set _success = true>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"You...want to go?"<</speech>> Oh. That was the reaction. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I sold that, right? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <<else>> I ran through all the options of what to say, how to say it. And then I realized I had just been standing there. Had they noticed? Were they going to think I was weird? Had I waited too long? <br><br> No. No, this wasn't worth it. I was going to get rejected. I was going to cry. <br><br> I couldn't. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Chad">> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> He looked me up and down. Curious rather than upset? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Maybe. Plans afterwards?"<</speech>> <br><br> Leaning in //hard// to his rep. He'd be my date if he got what he wanted too. <<skillChecked "Easy" "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>> <<set _success = true>> I knew that coming into the ask. I gave him a little wink, <<speechPC>>"Down for whatever you had planned..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <<else>> I knew that coming into the ask. But now that it was laid out in front of me, I froze. <br><br> He chuckled and turned back to his phone, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"There's the reason you're who you are."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> He looked me up and down. Then he just laughed. <br><br> Hard. <br><br> His head dropped against the table. He pounded his fist up and down. The funniest thing in his life. <br><br> I turned before anyone else noticed. Before I felt complete, utterly destroyed. <</if>> <<else>> I ran through all the options of what to say, how to say it. And then I realized I had just been standing there. Had they noticed? Were they going to think I was weird? Had I waited too long? <br><br> No. No, this wasn't worth it. I was going to get rejected. I was going to cry. <br><br> I couldn't. <</if>> <</if>> <<if Array("Miguel", "Derek").includes($HS.promDate)>> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> He looked me up and down. Curious rather than upset? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Maybe. Didn't take you for a partier."<</speech>> <br><br> The after-party was more important to him than the event. <<skillChecked "Excitable" "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 1>> <<set _success = true>> Prom was a massive event and not because of the dance. I was a little surprised he was asking me, I thought it was implicit. <<speechPC>>"I fuckin' //love// a party."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <<else>> Prom was a massive event and not because of the dance. I hadn't thought about that. I had been so focused on the date and the front-half I'd forgotten about the back half. <br><br> When was the last time I'd been to a party? <br><br> Me going to into my mind palace told him everything he needed to know. He chuckled and turned back to his phone, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"There's the reason you're who you are."<</speech>> <</if>> <<else>> He looked me up and down. Then he just laughed. <br><br> Hard. <br><br> His head dropped against the table. He pounded his fist up and down. The funniest thing in his life. <br><br> I turned before anyone else noticed. Before I felt complete, utterly destroyed. <</if>> <<else>> I ran through all the options of what to say, how to say it. And then I realized I had just been standing there. Had they noticed? Were they going to think I was weird? Had I waited too long? <br><br> No. No, this wasn't worth it. I was going to get rejected. I was going to cry. <br><br> I couldn't. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> <<skillChecked "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey. Would you...wanna go to Prom with me?"<</speechPC>> Stunned -- did I make a mistake? <<speech "Joe">>"<<print $CC.name>>. I'm dating //Ava//."<</speech>> <br><br> Okay, I had him on the back foot, but I had to keep the pressure on if I had any shot at this. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>> I pulled a face: disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Oh. But earlier--when she...Oh. I just thought."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I stumbled over my words. I saw the doubt and concern creeping into his face. <<speech "Joe">>"What are you talking about."<</speech>> Cold, quiet. Ava had lain the groundwork for her own undoing. <<speechPC>>"I had just heard..."<</speechPC>> I took a step backwards, shaking my head. <<speech "Joe">>"No. Tell me."<</speech>> <br><br> A step forward, resolved. <<speechPC>>"Look. I don't //know//...but...I've just had a crush on you for''ever''." A little tear in my eye, "I was hoping it was my chance."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set _success = true>> <<speech "Joe">>"Oh. R-really?"<</speech>> <br><br> Nodding like a bobblehead, I bit my lower lip. <<speech "Joe">>"Well then, sure."<</speech>> Their shrug didn't sell me on it, but still, I got my yes. <<else>> <<speech "Joe">>"Look. You're cute. But...thank you for letting me know, but...I just don't see you that way."<</speech>> <br><br> Fuck. I turned before I was absolutely crushed. <br><br> Well, at least maybe I fucked things up for Ava. <</if>> <<else>> I pulled a face: disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Oh. But earlier--when she...Oh. I just thought."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I stumbled over my words. I saw the steel in his eyes. <<speech "Joe">>"What are you talking about."<</speech>> He was resolved. Fuck. <<speech "Joe">>"Not cool, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> Backing off, I knew that I had missed my opportunity. I just had to hope this wouldn't come and bite me in the ass now. <</if>> <<else>> I ran through all the options of what to say, how to say it. And then I realized I had just been standing there. Had they noticed? Were they going to think I was weird? Had I waited too long? <br><br> No. No, this wasn't worth it. I was going to get rejected. I was going to cry. <br><br> I couldn't. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if _success == false>> Shouldn't be surprised, I guess. A girl like me can only go to Prom [[Stag|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$HS.promDate = 'Stag'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --; $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Social'].value --]]. <<else>> Ha! Take that, expectations! Even a girl like me can land the date she wanted to [[Prom|HS002 - PromDateChosen][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value += 2; $Stats.Skills['Social'].value += 2; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value ++]] <</if>>
<<face happy>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromDateChosen.png">> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">><<set $HS.promWin += 3>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">><<set $HS.promWin -= 3>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">><<set $HS.promWin -->> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">><<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">><<set $HS.promWin += 2>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">><<set $HS.promWin -->> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">><<set $HS.promWin += 1>><<Stats Deception ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">><<set $HS.promWin -= 2>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">><<set $HS.promWin ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">><<set $HS.promWin -->><<set $CC.maleReaction -->><<set $People['CC'].F.rel ++>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>><<set $HS.promWin -->> <</if>> <div id="wait"> Arm candy selected, things settled down a bit. People -- mostly guys -- scrambled for last minute dates over the intervening days, and plans were made for the after parties. <br><br> Ava would be throwing hers, clearly, and <<print $CC.FName>> was offering her place as an oasis from having to attend my nemesis' Prom Party. There were townie house parties as well, but to end up at one of them after Prom was incredibly sad -- and dangerous. <br><br> In the lead up to the big night, girls eyed each other from their corners while cozying up to their temporary (or not) beauxes. The tension in the air was akin to cats in heat. <br><br> All I could do, any of us could do, was <<link "wait">> <<replace "#wait">> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3s>> <<if $HS.promDress == 4>><<outfit promDress1>><<else>><<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>><</if>> <<face happy>> <<set $HS.ava = random(1,10)>> /* IMAGE(s) (NEEDED): Two versions: a Limo pulled up on the street, waiting / a black Suburban SUV pulled up on the street, waiting <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromLimo.png">> or <<image framed "passage/HS002-PromSUV.png">>*/ <<if $CC.Mom == 1 && $CC.Dad == 1>> The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom smiled and nodded, maybe with a touch of pity. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled and nodded, giving me an 'aww' and a tear in her eye. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's jaw dropped. Dad was similarly agog. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad interposed himself, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Oh, she looks lovely."<</speech>> Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have something in my closet if you want."<</speech>> Dad lifted an eyebrow, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Yeah, maybe...give that a look, dear?"<</speech>> <</if>> I sighed and gave them the requisite comments and pictures before making my way to the front door, eager to be picked up and get away from their judgment. Tonight wasn't for them. <<elseif $CC.Mom == 1 && $CC.Dad == 0>> The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom smiled and nodded, maybe with a touch of pity. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled and nodded, giving me an 'aww' and a tear in her eye. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's jaw dropped. Dad was similarly agog. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad interposed himself, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Oh, she looks lovely."<</speech>> Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have something in my closet if you want."<</speech>> Dad lifted an eyebrow, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Yeah, maybe...give that a look, dear?"<</speech>> <</if>> I sighed and gave them the requisite comments and pictures before making my way to the front door, eager to be picked up and get away from their judgment. Tonight wasn't for them. <<elseif $CC.Mom == 0 && $CC.Dad == 1>> The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom smiled and nodded, maybe with a touch of pity. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled and nodded, giving me an 'aww' and a tear in her eye. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's jaw dropped. Dad was similarly agog. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad interposed himself, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Oh, she looks lovely."<</speech>> Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have something in my closet if you want."<</speech>> Dad lifted an eyebrow, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Yeah, maybe...give that a look, dear?"<</speech>> <</if>> I sighed and gave them the requisite comments and pictures before making my way to the front door, eager to be picked up and get away from their judgment. Tonight wasn't for them. <<else>> The big night! I spent hours fussing with my dress and makeup to get my look just right. I came out of my room, biting my lower lip and ready to show off my completed look. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>> Mom smiled and nodded, maybe with a touch of pity. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> Mom smiled and nodded, giving me an 'aww' and a tear in her eye. Dad couldn't help but smile and give me a big squeeze. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> Mom's jaw dropped. Dad was similarly agog. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> Mom frowned, looking me over, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"You're wearing that?"<</speech>> her suspicion plain. Dad interposed himself, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Oh, she looks lovely."<</speech>> Neither had any idea of the dress I had barely stuffed in my small purse. <<else>> Mom frowned and I think I saw a slight shake of her head, <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>"I have something in my closet if you want."<</speech>> Dad lifted an eyebrow, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Yeah, maybe...give that a look, dear?"<</speech>> <</if>> I sighed and gave them the requisite comments and pictures before making my way to the front door, eager to be picked up and get away from their judgment. Tonight wasn't for them. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $HS.promDate == "Stag">> <<print $CC.FName>> and her guy knocked at the front door to 'pick me up' -- we joked that __they__ were my date. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Aw it looks cute on you!"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FName>> used the same words as when we tried things on. It sounded less true this time.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hey there, good lookin'!"<</speech>> We gave spins in front of each other in nearly matching outfits.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hubba hubba!"<</speech>> they both play drooled watching me showing off.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Come on. Let's get outta here."<</speech>> <<print $CC.FName>> smiled conspiratorially, knowing I needed to change.<<else>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Alright, Mother Theresa. Ready to experience fun?"<</speech>> <<print $CC.FName>> chided me. Her date looked shocked, unable to stop looking at my dress.<</if>> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">>naked body came out of the fake dress<<outfit underwear>>. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the car doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">>naked body came out of the fake dress<<outfit underwear>>. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> It was a //little// overwhelming to hear a knock at the door and find, just outside, the doorway crowded with seven guys. I couldn't help but grin ear to ear. And seeing me smile like that, they couldn't help but enjoy this too. A great start to the evening. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>>Not a comment or look at what I was wearing, they seemed overwhelmed with the male competition that was likely to be a theme of the evening.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>They were all beaming, letting me do a few spins for them to 'look at my dress'.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "The Seven">>"Fuck!"<</speech>> It was nearly a chorus of compliments, enjoying seeing leg and cleavage on display.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>Before they could react, I leaned forward and whispered to a couple of them, <<speechPC>>"Shush, I'm changing in the car."<</speechPC>> And they nodded, enjoying the idea.<<else>>I saw a couple eyes drop to their phones, maybe wondering if they could reconsider their choice in date. But they knew who they were going with when they said yes.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">>naked body came out of the fake dress<<outfit underwear>>. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the car doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had them unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off their advances -- poorly -- as my <<linkexpand "naked body">><<face ahego>><<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. I was getting groped, felt...a tongue down my throat, then another. They were kissing and finding every nook and cranny of my body. Needy. //Insistent//. They were working me up and someone's fingers were working their way inside me -- I couldn't resist, my skin so bare. Abruptly, too suddenly...we arrived at the school. We had to quickly maneuver my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">><<face happy>>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">> It was a rather...atypical...beginning to a Prom Night. There was not going to be a knock at the door and requisite exchange between him and...himself. There would be awkwardness, though, because Arvin would be -- by far -- the oldest person at the dance, likely even if you included all the school staff. And not only that, but there was the whole 'Dad' taking you to Prom thing. <<if $CC.mom == 0>>I don't know what Emily thought, or what they had talked about behind closed doors, but I certainly didn't talk about it more than I had to.<<else>>I don't know what Mom thought, nor what they had talked about behind closed doors, but I definitely didn't bring it up. And she seemed highly distracted for the past few weeks. Maybe she didn't even notice I was bringing step-dad to Prom.<</if>> <br><br> So, when I was ready, I came down the stairs, knowing that my date would be right there. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Stop shying away, <<print $CC.name>>. You look darling."<</speech>> I'm not sure those words helped, but he was doing his best to make me ignore that I went cheap.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Wow. You look //so// grown up."<</speech>> He shook his head admiring. I smiled ear-to-ear and did a little twirl, showing off for my date.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Magnefique!"<</speech>> He playfully kissed his fingertips and made them explode in front of his face. He liked it, I liked it. It felt a perfect and mature compliment to my arm candy.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>So, rather than deal with even more awkwardness with Mom, I was wearing something I already owned, my //real// dress stuffed in my bag. He looked confused but I waved him off. <<speechPC>>"I'll explain later,"<</speechPC>> I leaned in, hushed tones.<<else>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"Quite presentable."<</speech>> He nodded, flattening his jacket and relaxing his face -- conservative might be the best way to counter-balance bringing him. So, we were playing it reserved and careful. Daddy protector on my arm.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I dragged Arvin towards the door and then stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was in the midst of ducking out of frame and unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had him unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off <<print $CC.FName>> date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">><<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. <<speechPC>>"Well, you've...seen this all before, right? So. It's fine."<</speechPC>> There were uncomfortable coughs. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my step-dad and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the car a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Bouncing towards the door, I stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had him unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off <<print $CC.FName>> date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">><<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. <<speechPC>>"Well, you've...seen this all before, right? So. It's fine."<</speechPC>> There were uncomfortable coughs. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my step-dad and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">> It was a //very// atypical beginning to a Prom Night. My date was comfortable enough to come in the back door if she wanted, so there was no awkward moments to expect on the stoop. The awkwardness was going to arrive when we had to figure out how to pose those pre-Prom photos. <<if $CC.mom == 0>>I don't know what Emily thought, or what was talked about behind closed doors, and I didn't talk about her any more than I had to.<<else>>I don't know what Mom thought, nor what they had talked about behind closed doors, but I definitely didn't bring it up. And she seemed highly distracted for the past few weeks. Maybe she didn't even notice I was bringing a girl to Prom.<</if>> <br><br> When I was ready, I came down the stairs. She was exactly where I expected her to be: that living room chair where she always posted up. I nearly teared up, seeing the way she brightened while I descended the steps. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh don't you go hiding all night. You look adorable!"<</speech>> That didn't help, but she was doing her best to make me ignore that I went cheap.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Well, well, well, you clean up nice!"<</speech>> I delighted in the words, doing a little twirl, showing off for her.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Stunning, beb."<</speech>> She shook her head, astounded as she looked me over. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're making me look bad."<</speech>> The downside of female companionship: less complimentary and more competitive.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>She gave a knowing nod. What I was wearing was //not// the outfit I had sent her pictures of. I'd change later.<<else>><<speech "FFriend.png">>"Twinsies!"<</speech>> She grabbed my arm and pulled up alongside me, a yin to her yang. We really could have looked like sisters.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> Her dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. We squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> We yanked each other towards the door, our laughter incessant (and had been since I came downstairs), <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">> <<cameraFlash>> snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was in the midst of ducking out of frame and unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>> The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, she was helping me unzip in the backseat, laughing off the driver's look in the rear-view mirror. <<speechPC>>"Dad's gonna have some stories, huh."<</speechPC>> My <<linkexpand "naked body">> <<outfit underwear>> naked body coming out of the fake dress. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's your tip for the night."<</speech>> She called to him. We fumbled my way into the <<linkexpand "real dress">> real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> finally, idling awkwardly in the parking lot. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Arriving, my femme on my arm, we stumbled out of the car thrumming with [[excitement and anticipation|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> We yanked each other towards the door, our laughter incessant (and had been since I came downstairs), <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was in the midst of ducking out of frame and unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, she was helping me unzip in the backseat, laughing off the driver's look in the rear-view mirror. <<speechPC>>"He's gonna have some stories, huh."<</speechPC>> My <<linkexpand "naked body">><<outfit underwear>> coming out of the fake dress. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"It's your tip for the night."<</speech>> She called to him. We fumbled my way into the <<linkexpand "real dress">>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> finally, idling awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my femme on my arm, we stumbled out of the car thrumming with [[excitement and anticipation|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" || $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> <</if>> knocked politely at the front door and there was the requisite awkward exchange between him and <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom, who was standing in for 'Dad' this evening<<else>>Dad<</if>>. <<if $HS.promDress == 1>><<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Oh! I think my sister wore something like that."<</speech>> It bit slightly at my ego, knowing that his older sibling may have been the one who ditched it at the store...and I bought it.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>>An appreciative and kind smile, unsurprised, but liking the look of me, dressed to the nines.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>><<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Whoah."<</speech>> It was a long expression, til he was out of breath. I stunned him with my look.<<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>>I gave him a look over my eyebrows, motioning him in quick. A shake of my head and a quick whisper letting him know this wasn't my fit.<<else>><<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Oh. Um. Okay."<</speech>> He nodded. It was kind but I could feel the disapproval.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad rolled up in his black taxi, polished and waxed for the big occasion. I squealed in excitement, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I dragged <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" || $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> <</if>> towards the door and then stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the car. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had her unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off her date's joking as my <<linkexpand "naked body">><<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. I could feel her jealousy and the coldness of her glares at him with my skin so bare. And then we fumbled my way into my <<linkexpand "real dress">>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the car doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I definitely splurged on the stretch. It rolled up in front of the house and I squealed, <<speechPC>>"It's time to go!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I dragged <<if $HS.promDate !== "Friend" || $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> <</if>> towards the door and then stopped short, <<speechPC>>"One last pic. Smile!"<</speechPC>> I lifted my phone aloft for the right angle and <<linkexpand "snapped!">><<cameraFlash>>snapped, posting it as we climbed into the stretch. <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Hm. Mom was in the background. It wasn't a good look -- not because she wasn't beautiful -- but she was clearly in the midst of ducking out of frame, unsuccessfully. <br><br> Well, Mom, say hi to the internet. <</if>> <br><br> We sped off in style. <<if $HS.promDress == 4>>The door shut and I was yanking down my zipper: I couldn't get there and //then// change. Pushing down any shame I had, I had him unzipping me in the backseat, laughing off his advances as my <<linkexpand "naked body">><<outfit underwear>>naked body came out of the fake dress. He insisted on making out and I couldn't resist it with my skin so bare. And...maybe that had been the whole point. Alone, we took our time getting me into my <<linkexpand "real dress">>real dress<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> as we idled awkwardly in the parking lot.<</linkexpand>><</linkexpand>><</if>> Arriving, my date and crew in tow, we stumbled out of the limo doors a giggling [[mess|HS002 - Prom_TRANSITION]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</timed>> <</replace>> <</link>>... </div>
<<if $HS.promDress == 1>> I walked in and felt barely considered. Other girls were resplendent and I knew I wasn't going to be drawing eyes. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 2>> I saw some of the other guys considering me, noting me for the first time when they saw me fully peacocking. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 3>> It was freeing -- and slightly uncomfortable -- to have my breasts and legs free the way they were, but I could tell that it was working. I had floored people with my appearance. <<elseif $HS.promDress == 4>> I ignored how free my tits, ass and legs were. Skin was to show and I was showing. And guys were looking. Girls were deriding. Chaperones were wondering if they'd need to send me home. <<else>> Everyone was looking at me when I walked in. Heads inclined, eyes wide, mouths gaped. It didn't seem like I was impressing, but definitely surprising. I felt comfortable, though, wrapped in a shell as I saw so much skin and awkward movement from the other girls that were wearing too little. <</if>> <br><br> You could feel the tension in the air: the stakes had never been higher, not even for a final exam. It was a mix of excitement, fear and hormones -- palpable on the air to me and doubtless even the chaperones could sense it. <br><br> Everyone seemed content at first to mill around the punch and snacks in their little groups. Couples were either grabbing and holding at each other like they couldn't wait for later <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>>(like me)<</if>>, or were awkwardly nearby but unsure of how to interact <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 1>>(like me)<</if>>. For many kids, this was the first real foray into the opposite sex. <br><br> The DJ, in his faux deep resonance, was calling for people out onto the dance floor. A few less inhibited were out there <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>>(like me)<</if>>, but most hung back. It was an inauspicious start to what was supposed to be the culminating dance event of the year, of some people's entire high school career. <br><br> There was a small break in the weirdness as a commotion broke out: one of the gym teachers was escorting <<if $HS.promDate == "Chad">>Derek<<else>>Chad<</if>> out of the hall and all the buzzing bees discussed what had happened. When the punch was removed and replaced, we knew which rumor was true. <br><br> Maybe that was all the tension breaking we needed. Or maybe we'd come to the tipping point where social pressure and comfort finally got us all in the mood to hit the dance floor. And we did. Girls avoiding sweating and their date's grinding their dicks on them (or not). We got into the mood for a party having only wasted the first hour. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, getting their pictures taken, showing off some new dance moves. No one seemed to be concerned with the reveal that was fast approaching. And I tried to remain placid as well. <br><br><br> Inside I was a nervous wreck, butterflies dancing in the pit of my stomach, though I tried my best to hide it. The votes had been placed before, but my eyes couldn't leave the brown box up on the stage by the DJ. <<if visited("HS002 - PromCommit")>>It contained my future.<<else>>It contained someone's future, and technically...I still //could// win, unlikely as it was.<</if>> <br><br> Soon enough, it was time for the big reveal. The reticent dancing dissipating into a murmur of anticipation. <br><br><br> Principal Mark, one of the usual chaperones was enjoying the control. The DJ queued up a drum roll to heighten the knife cutting tension...With deliberate pace and annoying pauses: "[[This year's Prom Queen is|HS002 - PromResult]]..."
<<if $HS.promWin gte $HS.ava>> <<hat "tiara">> <<set $Memories.push("PromQueen")>> <<face happy>> I did it! I won! I put my hands to my face in disbelief, blinking back the tears. I didn't even notice the tiara being placed on my head. <br><br> <<if $CC.clique !== "Alpha">> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<face shock runny>> What?! As I climbed the stairs to the stage, I was shaking my head. Looking dumbly out at the audience, at my friends with my shoulders up by my ears. I //know//. I wasn't competing? People had chosen me as a write-in! It was a //huge// boost to my self-esteem. <br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <</if>> At the microphone, I gave a speech about the unshakeable bonds of friendship. I remember, in the shadows at the back of the auditorium, Ava stood, her arms crossed across her chest, glaring with pure hatred. Moments later, she stormed out unceremoniously, her date trailing behind. <br><br> Descending the stage I was descended upon as people excitedly grabbed, hugged and laughed with me. Disbelief was the name of the hour. Was this all a giant trick played on Ava? Who cared. Without trying, I had won. <br><br> All of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the music, all capped off with that one final slow dance, " <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> Come Away with Me," by Norah Jones <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> Freak," by Doja Cat <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> Crash," by Dave Matthews Band <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> I Only Have Eyes for You," by The Flamingos <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>> At Last," by Etta James <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> Fade Into You," by Mazzy Star <</if>>, wound the 'evening' to a close. <br><br> ...and then we got to what we all considered the //real// [[Prom|HS003 - HSSex]]. <<else>> Spotlights shined brightly on their target. It was Ava. Ava had won. She was practically at the podium before they finished the single syllable of her name. Figures she won. Probably rigged in her favor. Typical. <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">> <<face shock>> <br><br> Honestly, I couldn't believe it. I am and certainly //was// way hotter than her -- were the masses blind? <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> Maybe I wasn't as good looking or popular as I thought. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.spoiled is true>> <<face angry runny>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <br><br><br> I screamed. I flailed. The night was //ruined//. My life was ''ruined''! <br><br> The moment was too much. The waterworks were coming, no matter how I tried to blink them back. My hands to my face, I fled the room, <<if $HS.promDate !== "Seven" || $HS.promDate !== "Friend" || $HS.promDate !== "Her Man" || $HS.promDate !== "Stag">> <<print $HS.promDate>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> <<print $CC.friend1>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> Joe <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> seven guys <<elseif $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> <</if>> trailing ineffectually behind me. <br><br><br> I shut myself in [[my room|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> <br><br><br> All of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the dancing...and what we all considered the //real// [[Prom|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br><br> All of that pomp and circumstance behind us, we were able to focus on the fun, the dancing...and what we all considered the //real// [[Prom|HS003 - HSSex]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>><<set $CC.HSBC += ($CC.maleReaction * $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value)>><</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>><<set $CC.HSBC += ($CC.maleAttention * ($Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value))>><</if>> <<set $CC.HSBC -= $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set $CC.HSBC -= $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 40>><<set $CC.HSBC = 40>><</if>> <<if $CC.HSBC lt 0>><<set $CC.HSBC = 0>><</if>> <<image framed "passage/HS003-HSSex.png">> <span id="rep"> First, I'm sure you're just ''riveted'' at this point, thinking: "<<print $CC.name>>, you've buried the lede. You got me all hyped up right away with your //origin// //story// bullshit--" <br><br> Hush. <br><br> We're here now. It's about time we talk about what all those hormones and all those choices up to this point brought about a different kind scholastic 'career'. <br><br> Why not sooner? God, you're horny. It just would have broken up the narrative arc. I'm trying to tell a story here. <br><br> <div id="virgin"> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<if $CC.sextivity == "pioneer">> <<if $CC.HSBC lte 10>><<set $CC.HSBC = 15>><<else>><<set $CC.HSBC += 5>><</if>> <<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> Yeah, I guess you've got to be quite confused, given who you know me to be. It wasn't like I was a good girl by any stretch. I'd already been called a slut (and worse) by this point by more people and more times than I could count. I wore it like a fucking. badge. of. pride. <br><br> Guys weren't the only horny ones that liked fucking. <br><br> So, you've //got// to be wondering when it happened. <br><br> My first. Right. For ''this'' kind of story it's the 'beginning'...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "slut">> <<if $CC.HSBC lte 5>><<set $CC.HSBC = 10>><</if>> <<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> Yeah, I guess you've got to be quite confused, given who you know me to be. It wasn't like I was a good girl by any stretch. I'd already been called a slut by this point by more people and more times than I could count. <br><br> So, you've //got// to be wondering when it happened. <br><br> My first. Right. For ''this'' kind of story it's the 'beginning'...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "normal">> <<set $CC.HSBC = 5>> I was a late bloomer, true. I had skirted around a lot of sexual encounters and remained intact up to this point. I was holding on to ''my card''. <br><br> <<crossroads #virgin>> <<path>> Well, at least until //that// night. My first time. <<contents>> Right, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. For ''this'' kind of story it's the 'beginning'...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> And that's how I intended to stay. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 0>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Easy -= 2>> <<set $sexcount = true>> <<if !visited("HS002 - PromDate")>> And you're disappointed. After all that. I //know//. But it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> And you're disappointed, I know, but it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS008 - PromNight]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 1>> I was a late bloomer, true. I had skirted around a lot of sexual encounters and remained intact up to this point. I was holding on to ''my card''. <br><br> <<crossroads #virgin>> <<path>> Well, at least until //that// night. My first time. <<contents>> Right, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. For ''this'' kind of story it's the 'beginning'...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> And that's how I intended to stay. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC = 0>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Easy -= 2>> <<set $sexcount = true>> <<if !visited("HS002 - PromDate")>> And you're disappointed. After all that. I //know//. But it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> And you're disappointed, I know, but it wasn't time. I wasn't comfortable [[yet|HS008 - PromNight]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<elseif Array("HS", "secret").includes($Body.virginityLostIn)>> At this point you know some of my sexual...exploits. How I started my sexual...career. It's so weird to say that way, but really, that's what it became. I guess it makes sense that I ended up on the path that I did. Sex was a part of my life. How much? <br><br> <<if $CC.sextivity == "pioneer">> <<if $CC.HSBC lte 10>><<set $CC.HSBC = 15>><<else>><<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>><</if>> <<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> It wasn't like I was a good girl by any stretch. I'd already been called a slut (and worse) by this point by more people and more times than I could count. I wore it like a fucking. badge. of. pride. <br><br> Guys weren't the only horny ones that liked fucking. <br><br> ...but what about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, <<print $CC.name>> you might be saying at this point. I thought they were important! <br><br> Right. There was a first time with them. Just not a first for me. A 'beginning,' I guess...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "slut">> <<if $CC.HSBC lte 5>><<set $CC.HSBC = 10>><</if>> <<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> It wasn't like I was a good girl by any stretch. I'd already been called a slut by this point by more people and more times than I could count. <br><br> So, you've //got// to be wondering when it happened. <br><br> ...but what about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, <<print $CC.name>> you might be saying at this point. I thought they were important! <br><br> Right. There was a first time with them. Just not a first for me. A 'beginning,' I guess...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "normal">> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 5>><<set $CC.HSBC = 5>><</if>> I was a pretty average girl, when it came down to it. Stories in school always made the normal girls (like me) out to be whores and sluts, but I was just //active//. Exploring. Getting to know myself. <br><br> ...but what about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, <<print $CC.name>> you might be saying at this point. I thought they were important! <br><br> Right. There was a first time with them. Just not for me. A 'beginning,' I guess...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> I was a late bloomer, true. There wasn't a //ton// of sex in my life, but I was just starting to understand that part of me. <br><br> ...but what about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, <<print $CC.name>> you might be saying at this point. I thought they were important! <br><br> Right. There was a first time with them. Just not a first for me. A 'beginning,' I guess...A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <<else>> Right, my first. The 'beginning'. A very good place to <<link "start">><<replace "#rep">><<include "HS005 - FirstSex">><</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div> </span>
<<restoreLook>> <div id="firsttime"> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Ava">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Ava">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_FFriend">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Coach Vovk">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_CoachVovk">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Vance">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Vance">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Rod">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Hull">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Hull">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Uncle Tom">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_UncleTom">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Mark">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Mark">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Brian">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Brian">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.DName>> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_DName">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Larry">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Larry">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Tyler">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Tyler">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Arvin">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Arvin">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Carlos">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Carlos">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Ronnie">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Ronnie">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Seth">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Seth">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Random Guy">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_RandomGuy">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Barkewitcz">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Barkewitcz">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Samson">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Samson">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Petey">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Petey">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Wes">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Wes">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Marco">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Marco">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Warren">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Warren">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Amari">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Amari">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Clay">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Clay">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Ian">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Ian">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Eric">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Eric">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "DJ Eros">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_DJEros">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Raymond">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Raymond">> <<elseif $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Derek">> <<include "HS005 - FirstSex_Derek">> <</if>> </div>
<<if $Body.virgin>> My first time...was incredibly surprising. I expected it to be with someone that I knew. Someone I was dating. Someone I spent a lot of time with and made me feel comfortable. That...I liked. <br><br> <</if>> She was as close to archenemy as I had ever known. Always standing opposite me, barely acknowledging my presence and establishing her dominance over me. She was better, smarter, hotter, more popular. And she was everywhere I went. <br><br> If you asked me, I <<shake 3s>>hated<</shake>> her. Everyone knew she hated me. The animosity between us was legendary, so when she showed up at //my// Spring Break hangout with her little cluster of brown-nosers, everyone expected a catfight. Something was going to go down. <br><br> This was supposed to be time for me and my friends. How she even found out about it and why she felt compelled to crash our time together? What did she get out of it? Why wouldn't she just avoid potential conflict a nd we //both// could have a great time? <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> pulled at my wrist, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Why are you instigating? Just ignore her."<</speech>> I gave her a hard stare and slid my hand free. I was determined to end this now. And for good. I felt a compulsion to confront her. My friends shuffled off, as if they were avoiding an impending bomb explosion. It was just me and her in the hallway. She was trying her card at her door, fumbling...because she's an idiot. <<speechPC>>"What the fuck are you doing here."<</speechPC>> It wasn't a question. Her room door opened and I followed close after her. She tried to hit me with the door, <<speechPC>>"Ava. What the fuck is your problem?!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She spun. Staring dead into my eyes, hands on her hips, <<speech "Ava.png">>"This isn't //about// you. Can't you get it through your thick skull that maybe, just ''maybe'' this is a coincidence? I'm not happy about it either."<</speech>> How could she play it that even-keeled? I had enough, I jumped her. I tugged her pretentious hands from her superior hips, twisting and pulling her down. She screamed and her muscles tensed as she fought back. <br><br> We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. My hands pulled at her hair, she clawed at my body. We struggled and grunted. I smacked her across the face and she yelped. I hit her square in the stomach and she buckled. <br><br> I froze. I looked down at her in fetal position. I had gone too far. She breathed in deeply, her diaphragm recovering and she arched, <<speech "Ava.png">>"Oww...fuuuuck you. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She looked up at me with those energetic emerald eyes. Tears shimmered. <br><br> My hands clutched at her face, <<speechPC>>"I-I'm sorry. I didn't..."<</speechPC>> I could feel the heat of where my hand had met her cheek. A potentially rising welt. //God, she looked good right now.// Unbidden, I leaned in and kissed it. She froze again. Feeling her stillness, I froze as well. //I liked it//. My held tilted and I kissed again, this time at her mouth. //Was this happening?// <br><br> Her hands found my hips and pulled me against her. We went from fighting to making out in the barest of moments. Our limbs remained intertwined and where we were clawing we were now tugging, yanking now clutching. My tongue pressed into her mouth furiously. Hers shoved down my throat -- maybe to suffocate me, maybe out of pure desire. //This ''was'' happening.// <br><br> We yanked each others <<linkexpand "clothes off">> clothes off, <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> tossing them randomly around the room as her hand grabbed one of my tits //hard//. Her other hand grabbed me possessively by the pussy. I whimpered and she stuck her fingers in, a little too hard, one too many. I grabbed at her wrist, holding it as she began to firmly finger me. I panted. Staring into her green eyes, our noses brushing against each other as I spread my thighs, feeling the muscles of her forearm working as her digits pressed and dug at my g-spot. <<speechPC>>"F-fuck, Ava."<</speechPC>> She grinned and pulled my hand to her pussy. I mashed my palm against her crotch, feeling how perfectly smooth it was. How did she maintain like this. I felt her warmth and slickness. My fingers stroked up and down, rotating slightly as I rubbed her slit. I whimpered and she grunted, pressing her crotch into my hand. <div id="Animation"> </div> We were <<shake 4s>>cumming<</shake>>. It happened so quickly. My free hand grasped her ass, my other squeezing tightly at her slight wrist. Her fingers tweaked hard at my nipple and the three inside me shoved deep, filling me as much as possible as she felt the warm, soft walls clutching at her. <<speech "Ava.png">>"One sec."<</speech>> She panted out, reaching into the side table and pulling out a little white vibrator. And she stuck it in hard. I arched, whimpering, my lower lip trembling. And then she turned it on. There I was, on my back, spread so wide, gasping up at the ceiling and clawing at her sheets. She gave me no time to recover and giggled in delight as she brought me off. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<shake>>Off<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"S-s-stoppp."<</speechPC>> I pushed her away and she tumbled back. Too hard, but I couldn't blame my shuddering body. I didn't have control over myself and it was her fault. And she was laughing anyway. She rolled off her back, licking the vibrator performatively as she moved up beside me and smacked it down into my hand. I grinned and pushed it, softly, teasingly between her bare outer lips. //This was amazing.// <br><br> She cooed and grabbed my chin, pulling my upper lips to hers. Our tongues played as my hand worked back and forth, slowly fucking her on the plastic cock. I couldn't help but smile against her mouth each time she whimpered and shook. Off. Off. Off. Off. <br><br> She was pawing at my body in the throws of her most recent orgasm when there was a knock at the door. <<speech "Ava.png">>"Shit."<</speech>> We froze. <br><br> Eyes locked on each others as my fingers snapped the vibrator off. Her friends wondering why she wasn't answering her phone. <<speech "Ava.png">>"One sec! I fell asleep."<</speech>> She motioned for me to stay. Still. I watched her tumble out of the bed and quickly get dressed again. She was shining gloriously, sweaty, pink and flushed. She kept stealing glances at me in the crumpled sheets. <br><br> I listened to her friends digging into her story as the door shut. I waited a few moments and then got my things together, leaving the room that smelled soaked of pussy. <<print $CC.FName>> looked confused when I got back to our room, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You okay?"<</speech>> I nodded, playing it off as best as I could. I made up the story I had come up with on my walk back as I stripped down, ready to take a shower and hide any hint of our humping. <<speechPC>>"I don't think we need to worry anymore."<</speechPC>> For that trip, it was true. It was also a confusing night and week that followed. How much of that was actual attraction and wanting the other one? How much of that was comingled with our hatred? What fueled the other? Were they just confused together and our brains couldn't figure it out? We fell into our usual rhythm quickly afterward, but there was a different energy between us. A carnal knowledge and connection. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Ava F "Ava, my nemesis, my first" "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>>
We spent //so// much time together. We had been friends for so long we'd already done the 'show me yours' years ago. <br><br> Since we got naked together, I guess there was some bug in my head that turned out to also be in hers. <br><br> Until it happened, I don't think you coulda gotten either of us on a polygraph. It wasn't something I realized I wanted, I doubt it was for her either... <br><br> One night, curled up watching a movie on Netflix, we chilled -- a night that would make future sleepovers very, ''very'' interesting. <br><br> We lay there, comfortable, just in shorts and t-shirts with only a little cotton between us, our defenses were down. Spooning each other wasn't anything new. She'd whisper in my ear commenting on the movie. I'd smack her thigh and laugh. This time, her teeth nipped at my earlobe in response. //Oh, ''fuuuuck''.// My hand squeezed her thigh back. <br><br> And then her teeth tugged and I groaned, //Mhmmm// the trigger in my brain pulled. She giggled in my ear before her tongue joined the battle. <br><br> I was turning without thinking, our legs repositioning, intertwining as we began to make out. We'd made out before, but it was a learning experience, or for fun, or because we were drunk. This was completely different. And it was <<linkexpand "hot.">> <<face ahego>> hot. It was taking all of the other times and putting it all together. //What was happening?!// <br><br><br> We knew each other quite well. Our bodies, our minds. It had happened in little moments throughout the day to day over the weeks, months, //years//. <br><br> She was clutching herself to me, pulling me like she was feeding a craving. My hands were on her ass, smaller than mine but cute and pert. I gave it a tug, pulling her hips against mine and we began to grind. //Oh, god, YES.// <br><br> I could feel her heat. I'm sure she could feel my wetness. Pressure against our smooth thighs, back and forth, side to side, slow circles. We were grunting and panting into each other's mouths, hands tight on the other's body to ensure that we didn't move. <div id="Animation"> </div> We didn't. Until we <<shake>>came<</shake>>. Nearly together, first it was her, fingernails digging into my shirt as she whimpered cutely: pouty and pained eyes as her body shook. //Did that happen?// <br><br> Maybe it was the look that got me there, but then I was joining her and blackness and then bright light was all I saw. Then I realized she was giggling softly and covering my mouth, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Fuck. Yer gunna wake them."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Should we...?"<</speechPC>> She nodded, playfully pushing me right off the couch. I thudded to the ground and we left the TV on as we bounced upstairs, bodies ruddy and throbbing in heat as oxytocin coursed through us. <br><br><br> I was certainly thinking about continuing and her peeling a T-shirt off in the hallway by her bedroom clued me in that her thoughts were similar. <br><br> She was top-heavy, for sure and I always admired her tits. I grabbed her crossing the lintel as I began sucking hungrily at her nipples. She cooed and nudged the door shut while she walked backwards, pulling me with her towards the bed. Her hands were dropping my shorts. <br><br> I climbed ontop of her excitedly. I continued to work on her rigid, ready nipples, her hand snaking between my legs to begin ministrations. I gasped, breaking contact and pushing her down, my other hand grasping her wrist, <<speechPC>>"I'm //sen//-sitive..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She grinned devilishly and grabbed my hips. I felt the wetness on one cheek as her fingers gripped me, we were reorienting and then her head was between my legs. Shuddering, sensitive but giving in to the pleasure, I dropped mine as well to return the favor. <br><br><br> Tasting her was incredibly personal, like I was experiencing a part of myself. <br><br> Her laughing against my mound was a crazy experience, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Yer shaking."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know."<</speechPC>> It was muffled, literally, but I'm sure she knew what I meant. And then we both got to work, her hands gripping my hips to keep me steady. And soon enough I had to hold hers as she bucked against my nose and jaw. I hoped I wasn't going to have black eyes from the first jerk of orgasmic release. <br><br> Not letting up, my fingers pushed into her soft insides, thrusting slowly as I curled them and licked playfully at her clit. She squealed, grabbing at me as she continued to cum. I took her gripping at my fingers as a compliment. It ruined my rhythm, but it was enough for her, apparently. <br><br><br> We alternated like that for probably an hour, focusing on each other in a 69, face to face with our mature 'mine' and 'yours'. And then we collapsed until the morning. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"So...did that...count?"<</speech>> Came the groggy, exhausted question as the morning light flickered over our naked bodies, strewn across the crumpled, wet sheets. <br><br> It was my first thought too: lack of dick. Lack of 'real' penetration. But the butterflies I felt told me something different. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. //Definitely//."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck $CC.FName F `$CC.FName + ", my best friend and lover, my first"` "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit gym>> Vovk had seen me grow up. He'd seen me in tears, in pain. He'd been one of the most important people in my life -- almost a parent. <br><br> He'd seen me in leotards almost daily. He'd seen me done up, he'd seen me a mess. <br><br> His hands had been on me as long as I can remember: strong, decisive. Never sexual. It wasn't like he was some groomer or perv. <br><br> All the same, it makes sense that he'd attracted me so strongly. As I developed, I'm certain he picked up on the cues I was giving him and the bond of trainer and trainee became something new. Flirtation, instruction that became playful -- longer and more individualized, and eventually...we'd come to terms with our blossoming relationship. <br><br> All the same, he was patient in a way that he never was as a coach. He understood my need to wait. <br><br> After practice, per usual, the gym was essentially empty. The spark that I'd always felt between us -- mutual respect mixed with physicality -- was too much for me to resist any longer. <br><br> I'd just taken a tumble off of the uneven bars and into the foam. I'd twisted something. <br><br> He kneeled beside me, those strong hands kneading my flesh. I felt the awakening between my thighs...it was time. <br><br> I reached out, finding the elastic of those track pants of his. <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Are you sure?"<</speech>> The thick Eastern European accent making me giggle. <br><br> As an answer, I tugged down. He was not a man to wear underwear (as I'd had a hard time ignoring during training) and he was now free. His cock responded as his hand slid up my thigh. We were in the middle of the gym and we both knew time was of the essence. Passion overtook us both and his hand drew aside the gusset of <<linkexpand "my leotard">> my leotard. <<face ahego>> He was pulsing in anticipation and my pussy was bared. He dove straight in. My hands clutched around me, fumbling with the foam cubes, knees kicking up and out, shocked by the sudden clit suckling. <br><br> Finally, my fumbling found his bald head, caressing and gripping his scalp slightly while he melted me. It wasn't his first time eating my pussy: it was our usual go-to...I wondered if he thought this was any other day. My eyes stared at his throbbing, short and ''thick'' cock. Would he be putting it inside me? <br><br> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, <<shake>>climaxing<</shake>> those muscular fingers sinking into me, tongue rapidly tapping against my nub. I clutched at his head, thighs on either side pinning him against my sex while my release thrummed through me. <br><br> As I settled back, I laughed, seeing him lift up with a pussy-eating grin and wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. <<speechPC>>"We're not done"<</speechPC>> Flushed, I nodded at his member, leaving my thighs open and presenting myself. <br><br> I saw his immediate desire dissipate with concern, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"We need protection..."<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"You have some in your bag?"<</speechPC>> I looked at his gym bag. Close, but not //that// nearby. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Mylashka..."<</speech>> A devilsh thought took me, <<speechPC>>"Then you better have as much stamina and control as you ask of me..."<</speechPC>> <<else>> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"You know me. I take precautions."<</speechPC>> He shook his head, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Mylashka..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't pussy out now."<</speechPC>> <</if>> He knew what that meant. The challenge hardened his resolve and his meat just as he'd gotten me to push myself dangerously harder, faster... His broad, muscular body was on top of me before I realized it, hips and back sinking slightly into the cushion of the foam under his weight. He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> That thickness split me. Instinctively, I wanted to complain, to squirm, but he had taught me to endure. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will. Just...keep going."<</speechPC>> And smacked him lightly on his back, hands sliding down to his ass. He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder, making my back arch. My hands finding his clenching cheeks, encouraging. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed, he smiled and laughed. In some weird way, it felt right that our first time I was still in my outfit. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. This was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel his heartbeat through a part of his body //inside// me. <br><br> Now, it was feeling a bit better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but now I knew why people did it again and ''again''. <br><br> Pain was shifting into pleasure. He could see that -- knowing me simply from how I looked and sounded, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. That realization made me feel a slight pang of regret: he hadn't been my first. I wondered if he knew...if I had needed someone else to find the comfort to let this happen between us... <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my face reacting to the insistence and selfishness of his thrusts. He knew me simply from how I looked and sounded, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"It's okay."<</speechPC>> He shook his head back at me, sweat flicked from his forehead down at me, tickling. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> Here came number two... <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake 10s>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and retaining that forward posture, his face focused his hips driving roughly against my crotch in a <<linkexpand "final release.">> final release. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<cumSpray mound1 body1 breasts1>> I gasped, feeling his cock becoming so rigid and beginning to twitch inside me. Rapidly, he was tugging out of my pussy sharply, making me gasp again. He sat back on his haunches, hand on his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my leotard up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was. <br><br> My fingers darted downward to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done. Smiling and stroking slowly over his cock as it oozed ontop of my hand. <<speechPC>>"Fuck yeah."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and my hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back, feeling him occasionally push against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"So...that was sex, huh."<</speechPC>> I giggled out as his seed thickened and soaked into me. <br> <<speech "Coach Vovk">>"Yeah. Amazing, right?"<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. I nodded as we kissed. I couldn't help but giggle into his mouth, clutching at him with sudden need. It was just like a perfect dismount, or learning a new combo and just //killing it//. It really was amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <br><br> He was smiling too, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me into a deeper kiss. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> The stickiness began between us as he began to soften. <br><br> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before we grabbed a quick //separate// shower and ended practice. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//.<</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck "Coach Vovk" M "Coach Vovk, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 59" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> There's something about doing a show with someone. You've heard showmance maybe? When you're opposite someone, //playing// in love, playing at ''attraction'', it's easier to fool others when you've fooled yourself. Daily we were pining after each other, canoodling for hours on end, kissing -- we had skipped 'marking it' in rehearsal -- and so, naturally, we took an excuse to 'run lines' and practice on off-hours, alone, in his room. <br><br> Our makeout sessions had always been super-charged, growing need that built to the point that we were truly Romeo and Juliet...off to the races, clambering awkwardly against each other as we tried to manage a new configuration and intention for our bodies. <br><br> We giggled and it was sweet, I could see the kindness in his eyes, almost an <<speech "Vance">>"Are you sure?"<</speech>> question lingering while we kissed and positioned ourselves. <br><br> I worked on his belt as an answer and immediately I felt his lips on my neck, the excitement clear in his nipping. The belt swung open and his hips shifted as I tugged, negotiating his pants down while I felt his fingers fumbling at <<linkexpand "my clothes">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> my clothes -- too fast ironically making him go slower. <br><br> Soon, his cock was out: solid, normal pulsing in anticipation, flexing when I revealed my pussy to him. He dove straight in. <<speechPC>>"R-really?"<</speechPC>> I gawked, surprised that he was going to eat me out...but I was not going to argue. My hands clutched around at his bedsheets, knees kicking up and out as I was shocked by the sudden clit suckling. <br><br> Eventually, I found his head, caressing and tugging at his long, luscious hair slightly while I gasped and melted before him. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == ("bush", "trimmed", "bikini")>> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, so close...and then he stopped. My legs dropped, panting up at the ceiling as the nearing orgasm ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> He lifted up with a pussy-eating grin and wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. <<speech "Vance">>"Good, right?"<</speech>> I didn't want to break his heart. <br><br> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. That's why he stopped. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I motioned for him to mount me and he nodded, <<speech "Vance">>"Cool. Yeah, I really wasn't...prepared for this. So, you're good?"<</speech>> He motioned at his bare meat, slowly moving into position. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, <<speechPC>>"Romeo...it's fiiine...I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Vance">>"Awesome."<</speech>> And then he was pushing the unprotected head up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. <br><br> He smiled. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Vance">>"Especially your first time..."<</speech>><</if>> He pressed the head slightly inside me, <<speech "Vance">>"...you should //feel// it all."<</speech>> It was a kind smile, poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. <<speechPC>>"It will be. Now. //Get//. ''In''. Me."<</speechPC>> I reached back and gave a pull at his ass, arching my back as the entry happened. Oh, he was //in//. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry...you, uh, got a..."<</speechPC>> He nodded vigorously, <<speech "Vance">>"One sec,"<</speech>> digging in his crumpled pants pocket. <<speechPC>>"Cool, thanks...I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway eyeing my slick slit. <br><br> Desire turned to frustration as he and I both realized the lack of protection at the same time, <<speech "Vance">>"Uh, wasn't really...expecting this, ya know?"<</speech>> a smile seeking understanding. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, makes sense."<</speechPC>> An awkward giggle. We were in his //room//. We'd been hooking up so often...and he wasn't ready? Did he think I'd just keep teasing? <<speech "Vance">>"You...got any?"<</speech>> His cock was beginning to wane, I shook my head, reaching down to stroke and stoke his fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, so I guided it forward, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Vance">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the touch. <<speech "Vance">>"Y-you really should...if you're not...on..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I wasn't expecting it either."<</speechPC>> That's all he needed to hear. His grin returned, leaning in, letting my stroking push his cockhead up and down my waiting opening. <<speech "Vance">>"So, call it even?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just...?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, applying some pressure and I felt myself being penetrated, <<speech "Vance">>"I'll pull out."<</speech>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded. <</if>> He shuddered. I couldn't help but laugh, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Vance">>"Like that?"<</speech>> grinning big as he lifted over me and immediately began to <<linkexpand "ram">> <<face hurt1>> ram firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, <<speech "Vance">>"Like that?"<</speech>> <br><br> He leaned forward on over me, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> It had hurt when he had entered me. It was hurting more now. <<if $Body.virgin>> It was a strange new sensation when he fully inserted. I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> Why wasn't he noticing my reactions? I didn't want to scare him though. <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. He was grinning big, grunting deeply and focusing harder, <<speech "Vance">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> <br><br> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was //not// going to. I quickly nodded, biting my lower lip and putting on the best show I could. My fingernails dug into his stomach, more out of the discomfort than my ecstasy. I let my squeals from his invasion out easier, hoping they'd be misconstrued. <br><br> <<linkexpand "They were.">> They were. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, <<speech "Vance">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> while fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <<speech "Vance">>"Pussy was too good."<</speech>> The words were as half-assed as his acting. <br><br> //This// was the guy who had won the role of Romeo? <br><br> He was grunting with deeply lidded eyes, withdrawing in no hurry. Taking his time to extend my ridges pulling at his sensitive meat milking every sensation, spurt and drip deep inside me. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. My acting was also shit. <<speech "Vance">>"Felt great though, right?."<</speech>> I nodded, still frozen. <<speech "Vance">>"Hey, forget about it, too late now."<</speech>> Flushed, he smiled at me, making his point by smacking his shaft against my pussy, making slightly sticky noises thanks to his 'oops'. I nodded and pulled at him, wanting a kiss...something, figuring he was right, I guess. <br><br> He dismounted instead with a satisfied sigh, checking out the whiteness within me as he put his clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <<speech "Vance">>"Same time tomorrow?"<</speech>> I felt so defeated. That wasn't what I had imagined at all -- my body had wanted this so badly and it had turned out awfully. Worse, I didn't know what else to say: we still had a show to do and he //was// my leading man. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Reading lines had become making out, which had become sex. The seal broken, we didn't turn back. <br><br> Just like R&J, we were two idiot teens letting our hormones get the best of us. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Vance M "Vance, my Romeo & my first" "age: 22" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit sports>> <<if visited("HS002 - Sports_Treatment") && $Body.virginityLostIn == "HS">> Rod and I spent a ton of time together: afternoons, weekends. Alone and sweaty. <br><br> The congratulatory, 'customary' butt-smack from him was different. The pain and jiggle made between my legs react in a way that my body understood before my brain did. Wearing spandex didn't leave much separation from his hand and my bare skin. <br><br> So, we had spent the afternoon with his hands guiding my stance for a pass, my swing for a serve. Afterwards, there was time for more 'training' like our first time together. <br><br> Our fucking happened more frequently and moved beyond something that happened only post-practice. The gym floor wasn't comfortable, but it was there. <<else>> Rod and I spent a ton of time together: afternoons, weekends. Alone and sweaty. Extra sessions for just the two of us together. I welcomed them and the bonus time with him. <br><br> The congratulatory, 'customary' butt-smack from him was different. The pain and jiggle made between my legs react in a way that my body understood before my brain did. And wearing spandex didn't leave much separation from his hand and my bare skin. <br><br> His hands guided my stance for a pass, my swing for a serve. Each touch was a tease. We were close, we were alone. The gym floor wasn't comfortable, but it was there. <</if>> <br><br> I leapt, launching myself into the air and drove the spike home, colliding with the court and echoing in the gymnasium. <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> He was beside me and giving me a rapid-fire swatting, pleased with my delivery. <br><br> I turned, smiling broadly but with a fire in my eyes. I grabbed his ass in return, yanking him against me. His surprise allowed me to move him with ease. <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> My name cut off as my lips met his. I felt him first freeze, then squeeze firmly at my tight ass. His mind was fighting his body -- the same struggle I'd been having for all these weeks. <br><br> His athletic shorts dropped simply under the barest of pressure -- immediately I felt his lips on my neck, his excitement clear from the way he nipped at my neck. I felt the pressure of his cock against me through my shirt. It had to go. <br><br> I left his teeth on my neck while I focused on <<linkexpand "stripping down">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. His hands joined mine in the frenzy of tearing the shirt, sports bra and shorts off me. <br><br> Naked, I was on my knees. This time not because of a pass or a misstep, but with his cock in my mouth. <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> A third time he'd said my name and nothing else. <br><br> Now that I was becoming acquainted with his cock...he lived up to //his// name. <br><br> He was hard. I could see the disbelief in his eyes looking down at me on the hardwood, sucking on him urgently. This was no place to take our time. <br><br> Releasing him from my wet oral embrace, he sighed and watched me roll backwards, lifting my legs. As I settled back, I laughed, seeing him gazing amazed down at me. <<speechPC>>"Skills you didn't expect me to have?"<</speechPC>> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. He eyed my proffered pussy. <<speech "Rod">>"I don't..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Have your gear?"<</speechPC>> Expecting him to have a condom at practice would have been a tall order. Both of us were surprised it was happening -- and very happy that it was. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I motioned for him to mount me and he nodded, <<speech "Rod">>"Cool. Yeah, I really wasn't...prepared for this. So, you're good?"<</speech>> He motioned at his bare meat, slowly moving into position. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, <<speechPC>>"I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Rod">>"Awesome."<</speech>> And then he was pushing the unprotected head up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. <br><br> He smiled. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Rod">>"Especially your first time..."<</speech>><</if>> He pressed the head slightly inside me, <<speech "Rod">>"...you should //feel// it all."<</speech>> It was a kind smile, poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. <<speechPC>>"It will be. Now. //Get//. ''In''. Me."<</speechPC>> I reached back and gave a pull at his ass, arching my back as the entry happened. Oh, he was //in//. <<else>> He nodded vigorously. <<speechPC>>"I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway eyeing my slick slit. <br><br> Desire turned to frustration as he and I both realized the lack of protection at the same time, <<speech "Rod">>"Uh, wasn't really...expecting this, ya know?"<</speech>> a smile seeking understanding. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, makes sense."<</speechPC>> An awkward giggle. We didn't have time for this. His cock was beginning to wane, <<speechPC>>"Get down here already."<</speechPC>>, reaching out to stroke and stoke his fire. I didn't want to kill the mood. <<speech "Rod">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the touch. <<speech "Rod">>"Y-you really should...if you're not...on..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not. So careful, you can be careful right?"<</speechPC>> That's all he needed to hear. His grin returned, leaning in, letting my stroking push his cockhead up and down my waiting opening. <<speech "Rod">>"Yeah."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just--"<</speechPC>> He nodded, applying some pressure and I felt myself being penetrated, <<speech "Rod">>"I'll pull out."<</speech>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded. <</if>> <br><br> He <<linkexpand "shuddered.">> <<face ahego>> shuddered. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. Each of them pressing me and hitting me against the unforgiving floor. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, trying to find some comfort. Comfort from the locale, comfort from his penetration, comfort from our lack of foreplay. <br><br> My thighs spread wider, feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> That large grin. <<speechPC>>"Can. You. Not. Go. So. Deep?"<</speechPC>> Each word punctuated with his cock punching it. <br><br> A flash of surprise fluttered over his face as he processed. <<speech "Rod">>"Uh. Sure."<</speech>> He nodded as he began to plank over me, pulling those dick-punches. His size didn't relieve much, but I sighed and nodded, mmphing out as I began to get used to the sensation of someone inside of me. His grin returned, seeing my relative pleasure. <br><br> He continued, grin ebbing into a frown, though I could still see the shocks of pleasure as my ridges tugged at his cock -- he was liking this, but he wasn't enjoying what I had asked of him. <<speech "Rod">>"Better?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Rod">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't expected that. I also didn't expect to actually cum, despite that it wasn't hurting now. Good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <<speech "Rod">>"Me too."<</speech>> He grunted out over me. I could feel his attempts at retaining the rhythm and depth but was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting occasionally inside me and pushed hard, //needy//, against my crotch. He was using me to cum...and I was doing my best to help myself cum too. I knew we couldn't belabor this, so I just had to get there before or at the same time he did. <br><br> Going to my happy place, I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as I touched. But god, no one told you that it was a hot ''idea'' to fuck on the gym floor, but was //not// fun. <br><br> Except for <<linkexpand "him.">> him. <br> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> And I lost it, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, his load the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<face worried>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and holding himself tight against me, <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> while fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <<speech "Rod">>"Let's go."<</speech>> He wasn't thinking, looking back and forth around the gym while tugging himself back into his shorts. <br><br> As much as I wanted to yell at him, I knew that it'd be even worse to be found like ''this''. I scrambled, grabbing my things and awkwardly running off to the locker room, leaving a trail of his semen behind me. <br><br> I showered, cleaning up as best I could. A part of me expected him to come check on me. He didn't. <br><br> He wasn't there when I came back out. It was his way of freaking out as well, I guess. <<call "Rod">>"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. Please forgive me."<</call>> I guess the text was better than nothing. <br><br> I left him on read, waiting to be picked up. My mind considering all the options going forward: continue. Stop. Quit the team. It had happened so fast, had been exactly what I wanted...just didn't pan out the way I had dreamt. The bruises on my knees, shoulders and ass were long-lasting proof of that. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Was sex always like that? <<else>> It was memorable, for good reasons and bad. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Rod M "Coach Rod, my first" "olderMan: true" "schoolHelp: true" "age: 42" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit prude>> There was an intimacy to the Confessional. Telling someone your secrets, opening the dark corners of your mind and experience to someone else. Being vulnerable. Admitting to another human being what you had done wrong. <br><br> And then to be //forgiven//? Unequivocally? Instantly? Eternally? The relief of that weight has an incredible feeling. <br><br> Even more incredible was to see Father Hull afterwards -- during service, around town. He gazed upon me with such kind innocence. <br><br> I knew he knew. Somewhere behind those eyes were all of my dirty secrets. Yet he treated me as anyone else. <br><br> That's what attracted me to him: his goodness. <br><br> So I was more honest. Eventually, I was honest about how I felt. I admired him deeply. He was living rent-free in my mind... One day, I confessed what I thought about at night: <<speech "Hull">>"About...me?"<</speech>> My throat tight, all I could manage was an affirmative grunt. <<speech "Hull">>"Only...think?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Hull">>"What else..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I touch myself."<</speechPC>> I could see his shadow shift closer to the grate between us. <<speech "Hull">>"How?"<</speech>> My hand went under my skirt without a second thought, raising it up to reveal my hand sinking into my panties. He didn't say a thing. I knew he could see. I knew he was watching the outline of my fingers working beneath the fabric. <br><br> My eyes turned up, meeting where I assumed his were through that privacy panel. My mouth opened in more labored breathing. It was //just// like one of my dreams. <br><br> I wanted him to ask me to show him more...to say ''anything''. But no. Silence. <br><br> I needed to elicit a response. <br><br> I started undressing in the tight confines of the <<linkexpand "confessional.">> confessional. <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> <<dollRearView>> <br><br> He sighed. A sigh of contentment. Of desire. <br><br> I giggled. <<speechPC>>"I want to see you as I touch myself."<</speechPC>> The panel drew back. Shadowed, but still recognizable as my pastor. <br><br> With something to focus on, I got to work, fingers sliding up and back along my slit, another hand playing with one of my breasts and the stiff peak that capped it. <br><br> His mouth was open, his breathing labored as well. I wondered if he was touching himself on the other side. <br><br> It didn't take me long to cum. My feet hit the walls of the box, legs trying to spread wider in my ecstatic <<shake>>release<</shake>>. <br><br> Panting, my eyes reopened to the lustful viewer. Now we both had a dark secret. A secret that we shared, for which we were both culpable. <br><br> But God would forgive us. <<speechPC>>"Did you?"<</speechPC>> My fingers teasing at the trembling quim that threatened to wet the wood seat beneath me. <<speech "Hull">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Can I help?"<</speechPC>> His shadow grew, standing on the other side of the box. I lifted as well, rotating and bracing myself against the far wall as I presented myself to him. The box framing my thighs framing my sinful box. <br><br> It was cramped. I couldn't see him anymore. It felt like an eternity, wondering if he was getting up to leave. My guilt grew. <br><br> And <<linkexpand "then...">> then he was inside me. I squealed, climaxing instantly and pressing back against the frame. He was so hot. He was so hard. I was so full. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Wasn't this supposed to hurt? Wasn't this supposed to be //bad//? It felt so <<shake>>incredible<</shake>>. <<else>> He felt //so// much better than the others. This was supposed to be the most wrong, but it felt <<shake>>incredible<</shake>>. <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I wanted to thrust back against him as he entered me, but the wall resisted. <<else>> I should have been thinking about the risk of the moment, but the sensation, my nights of imagining this...plus, God disdains birth control. <</if>> <br><br> He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself against the opening, thighs wider and straining on my feet, trying to find a good position. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my mound as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> I could hear his grunts of pleasure. A pent-up penitant. I wanted to complain, but I didn't want to ruin this. Instead, I took it as a sign of my penance. Steeling myself, I received him and his furied dick-punches with as much calm as I could muster. <br><br> What had started as heavenly had ebbed to...good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. I knew what to do. I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <br><br> I could hear his urgent grunting. I could feel his attempts at retaining the rhythm and depth but was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting occasionally inside me and pushed hard, //needy//, against my crotch. He was close to climax...and I was doing my best to match him. <br><br> Going to my happy place: my dream-Hull...I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as I <<linkexpand "touched.">> touched. <br><br> <<restoreLook>> <<outfit naked>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> And I lost it, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, his load the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<face worried>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, pressing to me through the panel, <<speech "Hull">>"Christ."<</speech>> while fully emptying. I could almost feel him coming to terms with what we'd done, becoming still and quiet...then withdrawing. His stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> It made us both gasp. It made me scramble down, concerned I'd leave some evidence. <br><br> Neither of us spoke. <br><br> My confession was over. <br><br> We went our separate ways, but from that day forward, there was a different look to his gaze on me. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck "Minister John Hull" M "John Hull, Minister, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 44" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<liftUpDress>> Oh, 'Uncle' Tom. Mom's brother who filled a kind of dad role to me. A friend and family. <br><br> It all started when he was over one time, either drinking with <<if $CC.dad == 2>>one of his friends<<else>>Dad<</if>> or eating dinner. Or doing work around the house -- he was very handy. <br><br> He looked at me differently than he ever had before. It awoke something inside me. He became a fixture of my fantasies, as I'm sure I was of his. He never stopped looking. He was around //all// the time. <br><br> It was only a matter of time before we were alone and our silent desires could become reality. <br><br> <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"We shouldn't be doing this..."<</speech>> He chuckled, as our lips broke for the hundredth time. <<speechPC>>"You don't sound convinced."<</speechPC>> My hand pawed at his shirt as he lay over me, already between my legs on the couch. <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I think I had to say it anyway."<</speech>> His hand slid down between us, finding the heat that I offered him. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>Losing my virginity.<</if>> Oh god. It was going to happen. I felt a mixture of fear and excitement. It hadn't really crossed my mind until this moment. I'd wanted it, but never thought we'd end up like this, entertwined together. <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Fuck.<</shake>> The realization did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Ready?"<</speech>> He said it in a way that wasn't much of a question -- he could feel that I was. <br><br> I nodded and shrugged. I did. And I was scared. I wanted him to be the one. But I also wanted to wait. I couldn't decide if now was right, or if I'd regret it. Or regret stopping him...when would we have another chance? <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"It's...your first time...right?"<</speech>> <<else>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"It's...not your first time...right?"<</speech>><</if>> Another <<if $Body.virgin>>nod<<else>>shake of my head<</if>> and shrug. <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"And you're sure?"<</speech>> <br><br> A final nod, shrug, tugging him into my face and diving deeply into the bliss that was his mouth. <br><br> I worked on his belt, his lips on my neck, hot breath panting against me. His hands had left my pussy and joined me in helping him. The belt swung open and his hips shifted as I tugged, negotiating his pants down while I felt his fingers fumbling at <<linkexpand "my clothes.">> my clothes. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> While my clothes were being tugged from me, his cock was all I could look at. Pulsing in anticipation, pointing at me. Both a threat and a promise. My pussy was freed. His eyes gazed at<<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my glistening gash. I could tell he was considering eating me out, eyes darting up to check the clock and then me, so I said, <<speechPC>>"We should probably be quick...cuz if..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Yeah, that'd be bad. Quick it is!"<</speech>> He nodded in full agreement to just get to the <<linkexpand "dick in pussy">> dick in pussy part. <<face hurt1 runny>> Without warning, my head was being pulled to it. Oh. A blowjob. I mmmphed in surprise, the words 'I thought we needed to be quick' stopped by the flesh in between my lips. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes gazed up at him, eyebrows raised, but he wasn't paying attention except to the sensation of my warm mouth. <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Fuck. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He was grunting and pulling firmly at the back of my head. <br><br> My hands pressed at his thighs as he awkwardly straddled me, but he was stronger. Continuing to suck, I bobbed and applied pressure with my tongue and suction with my mouth, feeling the heartbeat against my cheeks and roof of my mouth as he fucked my mouth. <<if $Body.virgin>>Well, if he came...I wouldn't lose my virginity after all. I felt some relief.<</if>> <br><br> And then my head was being yanked back by the hair, shifting back between my thighs, his free hand pushing them out of his way as he lined up, lubricated with my spit and ''incredibly'' ready to go now. The arousal was burning brightly in his eyes. <<if $Body.virgin>>Oh, I guess I //was// going to after all...<</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"C-condom."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak, only a moment to get some kind of protection before-- <<if $Body.virgin>>-- yep, I was losing my virginity -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips driving down firmly as he shook his head, <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"No time."<</speech>> With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>but also for the first time <</if>>was enough to silence my response. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak before <<if $Body.virgin>> -- yep, I was losing my virginity -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips driving down firmly as he shook his head, <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"No time."<</speech>> With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>but also for the first time <</if>>was enough to silence my response. <br><br> <</if>> The couch creaked. He held himself over me in a half-push up, relentlessly just ramming his hips down between my thighs. His eyes closed, he was somewhere else. He shuddered and I felt a pang of jealousy. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine, trying to find comfort. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Love my cock?"<</speech>> grinning big, eyes still shut. <<speechPC>>"Can you not go so deep?"<</speechPC>> A flash of surprise fluttered over his face as he processed the opposite of what he thought was true about sex. <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I need to cum."<</speech>> He shook his head, eyes opening to confirm with me, <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Quick, right?"<</speech>> He rammed harder instead. Hissing out in shock, I nodded, my eyes closing now to the new sensation of his uncomfortable and insistent thrusting. <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Better?"<</speech>> Eyes still clenched, I nodded, <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> I hadn't expected that. I also knew I wouldn't. Not this way. Was this when I was supposed to fake it? As my mind struggled to come up with a response... <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Cumming."<</speech>> He grunted out over me. His thrusts slowed slightly, becoming erratic but //much// harder. I bucked underneath him, hilting roughly inside me, //needy//, against my crotch. He was using me <<linkexpand "to cum...">> to cum. <<face shocked>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<face worried>> <<if $Body.virgin>> My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, quickly lifting up and pulling out, making me wince and hiss one last time. <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Quick."<</speech>> he stated, both as a commentary on his job well done but also informing me to move fast, his hand giving me a little whack on my ass, <<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Don't get any on the couch."<</speech>> The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch telling me exactly what he meant. <br><br> I grabbed my crotch, flipping myself off the couch and waddling back to my room as my palm filled with his semen. I took a quick shower, washing myself out as best I could. I wondered where he was. Why wasn't he checking in on me? <br><br> Afterwards, he was gone. <<call "Uncle Tom">>"Cleaned up. No evidence."<</call>> A picture of the couch where we'd fucked. <<call "Uncle Tom">>"We're good!"<</call>> Thumbs up. Smiling emoji. <br><br> Wow. I didn't know how to react to that. <<if $Body.virgin>>Was this how it always was?<</if>> <br><br> As I sat there, confused and overwhelmed, another text came across: <<call "Uncle Tom">>"Gonna watch the game with Dad later. See you then."<</call>> Well...we had broken the seal, no turning back now. Nothing would change how often I'd see him. <br><br> And nothing seemed to change how he tried to eke out every opportunity for another 'quick' as he started calling them. He always found very limited windows for us, the place never safe, the time never right. <br><br> It wasn't how I'd imagined it being with him. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Tom M "Uncle Tom, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 50" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Mark. <br><br> Fuck the patriarchy, man. But //goddamn//, the strength and control that came with being a man -- power was intoxicating. <br><br> I got myself in trouble from time to time not just because I wasn't thinking or breaking the rules, but because I ''wanted'' the discipline and to see how I'd be disciplined by our principal, Mark. <br><br> I was a regular in his office and I think he began to understand that it wasn't simply poor behavior. I think he saw the interest in my eyes. Once flirtation had been established, I doubt he gave me detention because I deserved it, but because he knew I wanted time with him. <br><br> So...I really got to fuck the patriarchy. <br><br> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Just you today, I see."<</speech>> He leaned back against the desk, arms crossed and considering me. I moistened at the projected strength. <<speechPC>>"Don't even know what I did this time."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"What are we going to do with you..."<</speech>> More to himself than anything else. <<speechPC>>"Nothing else seems to have worked."<</speechPC>> A wry, playful smile graced my lips. <<speechPC>>"So what will you try today?"<</speechPC>> Challenge to his authority. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Get. Over here."<</speech>> I was out of my chair before I realized it, moving quickly to him. <<speechPC>>"Gonna hit me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Everything else seems to have failed."<</speech>> His hands grabbed my hips and maneuvered me across his lap. <<speechPC>>"Wasn't this kind of thing made illeg--"<</speechPC>> He shut me up with a crack across my ass. I yelped, only slightly reminiscent of pain. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"You...liked that?"<</speech>> My head turned, meeting his eyes. Mine said everything they needed to. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"You //bad// girl."<</speech>> Sliding off his lap, I dropped to my knees. I unzipped him and submitted to him, taking his cock into my mouth. Blowjobs are such an odd thing. Fully submitting while having full control. As I sucked, he hardened as his resolve softened. It was after school, the room was only for us. Barring a janitor or some other maintenance person randomly dropping by detention, the room was ours. <br><br> I took my time, my penance for whatever I'd done wrong was being given in the form of long, drawn-out oral. I needed him to decide when it was over, when my punishment was complete. <br><br> My knees hurt -- the linoleum was unforgiving. My lips, tongue and mouth were sore. My chin was wet. <br><br> Finally, he yanked me off his cock with a fistful of my hair. I gasped out in relief coupled with pain. Lazy eyes met his once again. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I'm a virgin."<</speechPC>> He had to know. In the moment, I didn't worry that it'd scare him off. I wanted to make him feel more powerful, wanting to claim me. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Oh."<</speech>> He hadn't expected that. I didn't blame him. It wasn't the 'bad girl' vibe I gave off. <br><br> No, no, no. Don't back off now. <br><br> <</if>> I stood, maintaining eye contact despite how much I wanted to look at his shining, stiff prick -- he didn't have 'big dick energy' that's for sure -- and yanked my clothes <<linkexpand "off">> off. <<outfit naked>> <<dollRearView>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"And you're sure?"<</speech>> Rather than respond, I bent myself over the front of his desk. <br><br> I looked back at him. His eyes glazed over, meeting<<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my glistening gash. <br><br> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<speechPC>>"What are you waiting for."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"One sec,"<</speech>> reaching down to awkwardly dig in his sagging pants pocket. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, <<speechPC>>"Sir, it's fiiine...I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> There was a momentary consideration, I could see it as he looked between my legs as he unwrapped the condom anyway, rolling it down his rigid meat. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Safer."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You don't trust me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Trust you?"<</speech>> Eyebrows raised. He had a good point. <br><br> I didn't want to kill the mood, reaching back to guide him forward, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"As you should be."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck you."<</speechPC>> It didn't come out as believable as I wanted as he entered me with his own <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry...you, uh, got a..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded vigorously, <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Of course,"<</speech>> reaching down to awkwardly dig in his sagging pants pocket. <<speechPC>>"Yeah...I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> He looked between my legs and unwrapped the condom, shaking his head at me <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Call me Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise."<</speech>> He began to roll it down his rigid meat. <<speechPC>>"Fuck you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Shh...."<</speech>> he put a finger against my mouth, leaning ontop of me. <</if>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Fuck //you//."<</speech>> as the tip met me and stuck inside, <<linkexpand "entering me.">> entering me. He shuddered against my back and I felt a rush of emotional release: He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and on my tiptoes, trying to cock my hips so his crotch could meet mine, fully accepting him. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my mound as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My eyes gawked at the word "Detention" on the dry erase board. My hands tensed against the destop each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Like that?"<</speech>> grinning big. <<speechPC>>"Can you not go so deep?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Uh. Sure."<</speech>> He sounded surprised, but pulled his dick-punches. I sighed and nodded, mmphing out as I began to get used to the sensation. <br><br> He grunted with each thrust, but I could tell the difference from earlier -- he was liking this, but he wasn't enjoying what I had asked of him. <<speechPC>>"Hit me."<</speechPC>> I yanked one hand of his to a bared cheek. He complied, in time with his next thrust, and the next. I could feel the feral desire for power and control come out of him as he slapped my ass and took my hair in his hand, but struggled to not follow it up with a hard thrust inside me. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't expected that. I also didn't expect to actually cum, despite that it wasn't hurting now. Good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"Good girl."<</speech>> He grunted out over me. I could feel his attempts at retaining the rhythm and depth but was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting occasionally inside me and pushed hard, //needy//, against my crotch. He was using me to cum...and I was doing my best to help myself cum too. <br><br> Going to my happy place, I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as <<linkexpand "I touched.">> I touched. <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>//Oh. This is nice.// No wonder people had sex.<</if>> And I lost it, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, the feeling of his peak the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, cracking his hand hard against my reddening asscheek, while fully emptying and then withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <<speech "Principal Mark">>"I think we can call your detention over."<</speech>> Another, lighter whack on my ass hinted I get up and get dressed. <br><br> I did so, a giddy little schoolgirl (literally). I blushed each time we made eye contact. He seemed just as content, watching my awkward energy. <br><br> We didn't have many opportunities like this, but it was the kickoff for our under-wraps tryst. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Mark M "Mark, the principal, my first" "olderMan: true" "schoolHelp: true" "age: 46" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face drunk>> Brian. <<print $CC.FName>>'s boyfriend. <br><br> I'm not proud about it. But it was hot. <br><br> We had gotten a //little// drunk and made our way to my place...and my room. In the moment, he didn't seem to care about <<print $CC.FName>> and neither did I. <br><br> There was something about him that I had always found attractive. Well, 'always' since they started dating. The moment she showed interest in him I realized I kinda liked him too... <br><br> Now, I could get a taste of it myself. <br><br> After much debate -- and the opportunity arising -- I couldn't wait until they broke up. //If// they broke up. <br><br> They could still date, or whatever. I'm no homewrecker. Just had my own needs. So did Brian. <br><br> It had nothing to do with her. That's what I told myself. <br><br> Even if she did find out, she //couldn't// get mad. It just...happened. It ''needed'' to happen. It was //going// to happen. It happened. <<speech "Brian">>"What about <<print $CC.FName>>."<</speech>> Brian broke the kiss to speak the name that shouldn't be spoken. I grunted, lifting up. <br><br> He was looking at a picture of the three of us. <<speechPC>>"Really? Whyyyy..."<</speechPC>> I guided his hand to one of my breasts to refocus him. //Come on, drunk boy, act like it.// <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> I was gonna be losing my virginity Oh god. That was what was about to happen. It hadn't really crossed my mind until that moment. <br><br> <</if>> His hand squeezed. His eyes left that photo and returned to me. <<shake 2s>>Fuck.<</shake>> That did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire -- and the booze. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <<speech "Brian">>"Ready?"<</speech>> I planted my mouth on his in a voracious kiss. Wet, sloppy, needy. His hands were working his jeans open and down, absent-mindedly returning my tongue. <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speech "Brian">>"It's...your first time...right?"<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Brian">>"It's...not your first time...right?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Right."<</speechPC>> I grunted, frowning and trying to keep him from saying more dumb things. <<speech "Brian">>"And you're sure?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shut uppp."<</speechPC>> I had to find another tactic. I slid down, taking him into my mouth. That shut him up in a way. He stopped talking. Now he was just taking my hair in his hand and pulling me onto his substantial, <<linkexpand "solid cock.">> solid cock. <<face hurt1 runny>> Despite the difficulty I was having giving him head -- drunk and oral sex don't mix all that well I was finding -- all I could think about was if I was better than her. <br><br> He was liking it, so I kept going. His mushroom head punching at the back of my throat and making me //gluck// and gag over and over. <br><br> Had she experienced it this way as well? <br><br> Stutteringly, I was trying to get <<linkexpand "my clothes">> <<lower>> <<panties>> my clothes off too. <br><br> I pulled off //just// in time to not loose a torrent from my stomach. Coughing and recovering, his greedy hands were grabbing me and guiding me to straddle him. <br><br> Drunk enough and preoccupied, I didn't even think about it. He was pushing the unprotected head up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. <br><br> I shuddered. //That felt good//. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> Taking the direction he tugged down, cockhead stuffing inside me, eliciting a sharp and uncomfortable yelp. His hands tightened on my hips. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself over him, thighs wider and hips cocked to find an angle with more give -- and more contact with my clit. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach firmly, his hips jamming my innards aside like that a few times in quick, pleased succession. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Brian">>"Like that?"<</speech>> grinning big. He didn't wait for a response, <<speech "Brian">>"Ride me."<</speech>> and swatted my ass. He was drunk. So was I. My hips rocked, drawing back and pulling my pussy along his shaft and then pushing down. <br><br> I tried to shorten the strokes, to avoid getting dickpunched, but his hands were greedily yanking at my hips -- and his cock was a lengthy spear. There was no avoiding it. <br><br> Even drunk and slightly numb to things, I tensed, pouting and yelping out with each stroke. Had <<print $CC.FName>> experienced this? <br><br> On top I should have had more control. Instead, I had to take him best I could, watching his drunkenly-lidded eyes drift from my bouncing breasts to the view of my pussy getting filled by his manhood. <br><br> I had thought this would have been better, more fun. Part of me blamed drinking. <br><br> My hand dipped to try and find some pleasure in the fuck, but before I could touch he pushed my hand away, <<speech "Brian">>"Cum on my cock."<</speech>> Ruining his view, I guess. Or a pride thing. <br><br> Well, that wouldn't be happening. Weren't giant cocks supposed to be this like ah-may-zing thing? I could practically feel the bruise forming as he beat away between my thighs to the music of my bed springs squeaking and my vocal discomfort. <br><br> Maybe this was punishment for what I was doing to <<print $CC.FName>>. Even drunk, I was regretting my choices. <br><br> I was anywhere but there, trying to endure, hoping he'd finish. Legs shaking from the strain of trying to soften his thudding. <<print $CC.FName>> could never know. <br><br> This would have to be a one-time thing. Never again. <br><br> God. Would he //ever// cum? Another reason to be annoyed with drinking. He had kind of a snarl on his face, he was bouncing me violently with frustrated thrusts seeking his release too. <br><br> I was feeling even worse now: was I a bad fuck? Was he thinking about her? Was he going to see //me// as a mistake? <br><br> At the height of my anxiety, worry and disappointment, he finally <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. It was hot against the swollen, throbbing core that he'd been knocking against relentlessly for what felt like an hour. <br><br> The shock and surprise sent me over the edge. From zero to a hundred in a split-second, back arching and holding my breath as an orgasm ripped through me, his load the tug at my trigger I needed. <br><br> <<face ahego>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> //Oh. My. Fucking. God.// I ground against him, milking him and lengthening my peak -- this was incredible. The risk was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to feel another flex and shot of his cum. Gimme. <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and holding himself tight against me, grunting and reaching up to play with one of my tits while pulsing inside me. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his seed slowly oozed from within me. <br><br> I couldn't help myself, <<speechPC>>"Better than <<print $CC.FName>>."<</speechPC>> Smiling down at him, flushed and sweaty. <br><br> He chuckled and shrugged, <<speech "Brian">>"I dunno."<</speech>> Oh, //shit//... <br><br><br> Things between he and I were weird, a 'relationship' at sporadic times. <<print $CC.FName>> got what felt like all of his attention. And that hurt. I'd been his 'first' in our little triangle. It made me needy -- and, looking back -- pathetic. It also kept him sated until she eventually decided to sleep with him. <br><br> The girls night that followed where she couldn't stop talking about having sex with him was one of the most infuriating nights of my life. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Brian M `$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian, my first"` "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit underwear>> Dad. 'It' started a long time ago. 'It' was an always kind of thing. 'It' was normal. <br><br> Only with time have I gotten the perspective to understand 'it'. <br><br> At the time, I thought I understood love and this was 'it'. <br><br> I'd been doing things for him as long as I could remember, I took care of him and he loved me for it. <br><br> And then I got to the point of curiosity about sex. We both knew it had to be with each other -- he was extremely possessive about that -- but (for whatever reason), he was patient and understanding about my fears and anxiety. Mom wasn't home. Something was on the TV and I was sucking his cock in their bed. A typical night with Dad. <<speechPC>>"Daddy? I'm ready...I think."<</speechPC>> I said as my mouth withdrew from his stiff shaft. There. I'd said it. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"You sure?"<</speech>> He pet my hair, looking down at me with surprise and curiosity. His cock flexed against my cheek showing his excitement. I nodded. <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"To lose your virginity?"<</speech>><<else>>His eyes hardened a bit, he knew about my first time. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"You sure you deserve it?"<</speech>><</if>> I nodded again, firmly, feeling the slippery cock sliding against my face. <br><br> For years, there hadn't been a conversation. It had been at his desire, not mine. For whatever reason, he had drawn the line here. Maybe for this exact moment: to feel the power of my willing submission. <br><br> His face lit with warmth and excitement. Suddenly, he was up, grabbing my hips and flipping me firmly onto my back. <br><br> I yelped, legs kicking playfully in the air, which gave him the opportunity to tug my underwear <<linkexpand "off.">> <<lower>> off. <<face happy>> <br><br> He was already prepared, lubed, rock-hard and naked. His hands returned to my hips, scooting forward on his knees and assuming the position between my thighs. <br><br> His cock pulsed in anticipation, poking at<<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my glistening gash. <<if $Body.fertile == false>> He knew I was on birth control -- at his insistence. The unprotected head pressed up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. <br><br> He smiled. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Getting you back for all these years..."<</speech>><</if>> He flex his hips, entering me slightly, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"...tell me what you want."<</speech>> His heat and swollen member felt so good inside. My eyes flashed up at him as he continued to tease, poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. <<speechPC>>"Fuck me, Daddy."<</speechPC>> I lifted my feet higher, and flung my hands up over my head, fully offering myself. He slammed down. <<else>> He knew I wasn't on birth control -- at his insistence. Still, the unprotected head pressed up and down my slit, giving a little nudge at my entrance, making me gasp. He had no plans to use protection. I knew he wouldn't abide be bringing it up. <br><br> He smiled. I bit my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Tease."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Getting you back for all these years..."<</speech>><</if>> He flex his hips, entering me slightly, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"...tell me what you want."<</speech>> His heat and swollen member felt so good inside. My eyes flashed up at him as he continued to tease, poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. As my arousal grew, I found myself worried less and less about the risk. The further that head dug into me, the more I was certain he wanted my first time to be 'normal'. Nothing between us. <<speechPC>>"Fuck me, Daddy."<</speechPC>> I gave in. Just like all the years before. I lifted my feet higher, and flung my hands up over my head, fully offering myself. He slammed down. <</if>> <<face hurt1>> He shuddered, cock throbbing fully planted inside me. Despite the rough entry, I rocked my hips against him playfully and giggled, loving that I could see and //feel// his reaction. He rocked back, pushing his cockhead firmly against my cervix, grinding there: crotch to crotch. The warm weight of his sack nestled tightly against my ass. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> A wry smile crested his lips, taking it as a sign of enjoying his cock, he lifted over me and immediately began to ram firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, ''taking'' me. I grit my teeth and body tensed, but restrained my desire to use my hands to ease him off. Instead, I grabbed at the headboard. <br><br> I couldn't tell if he liked my discomfort or wasn't noticing -- he hammered away, grunting on each downward stroke, bucking my body beneath his, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"That's my girl."<</speech>> <br><br> He was in no rush. Why would he? Even in their room, he was king. We knew Mom's schedule and this wouldn't be happening if there was any concern. <br><br> No. He was conquering me, showing the pent up desire and exercising it with his penetration. <<if $Body.virgin>> I had heard that the first time hurt. It definitely met that expectation...I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, I knew he'd hate knowing this was not one of those times. Or maybe that was the point: punishing me for the other men before him. <</if>> Despite the pain, I still wanted more. I was fascinated by his face, a different kind of Dad than I'd seen on my knees or otherwise. Before I'd had some power, now I had none. My pussy yelled at me. My voice echoed in their room, competing with the television as I endured. <br><br> His passion didn't relent, neither did the complaints inside me...but slowly something else grew. Something different and confusing. A tightness inside me, building. Building. <<linkexpand "And then...">> I <<shake>>//CAME//<</shake>>! <br><br> My hands left the headboard, grabbing plaintively at his arms. My hips bucked and thrust back against him, driving him even harder into my pain pussy. <br><br> <<face ahego>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> He met me at the same time. His cock became so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, his heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. My orgasm shuddered through me in a long tail, flickering across my limbs with each shot of his semen. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> Fear wasnt a part of that moment. It was as I had expected. As he intended. <br><br> <</if>> He finished but held still, gazing down at me and breathing deeply, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"//That's// my girl."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh Daddy."<</speechPC>> It came out in a <<linkexpand "broken exhale.">> broken exhale. <<face crying>> Then the tears. My heels rested against his back as all those moments with him flooded my mind. Had the ''sex'' been spectacular? No. But this moment was otherworldly. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"It's okay. Let it out."<</speech>> He repeated again and again, remaining still. Over and inside me. It was a softness I hadn't seen from him much, either -- which didn't help. <br><br> Some time after he had softened and slipped from me, his cum oozing down my ass onto their bed, I had regained my composure. He pet me and gave me a kiss. <br><br> I wanted to curl up next to him and just pull myself tight against my Daddy, so I did. With one hand, he scrubbed back to where the movie had been before we started. The other guided my head down to return to his cock. <br><br> <<set _ethOutput = "ethnicity: " + $CC.MSkin>> <<vCardCheck $CC.DName M `$CC.DName + ", my Dad, my first"` "age: 52" _ethOutput>> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">><<outfit smallbikini>><<else>><<outfit bikini>><</if>> <<face confused>> Larry was one of the last guys that earned the title "dad" before ending up with <<if $CC.dad == 2>>just <<else>>Dad and <</if>>Mom. It was at the point that I understood things between guys and girls. I'd reached a point where I was just as interested in them as they were in me. <br><br> Something about Larry said that from the moment they took me in...he never really considered me a 'daughter'. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I'm not your first foster?"<</speechPC>> We sat across from each other in the hot tub, as we did on lazy evenings when she was out. Order a pizza in and chill out. <<speech "Larry">>"Oh, come on <<print $CC.name>>. Let's not use--"<</speech>> The words had the auspices of care -- that I was a part of his family -- but his eyes were on my tits. <<speechPC>>"I'm not a kid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Larry">>"No. You're not."<</speech>> The care had disappeared instantly. I could hear his lust. <<speechPC>>"So before me..."<</speechPC>> It was very weird: he wasn't my dad, he was just a guy. But he //was// my dad too? My hormones certainly had a hard time reconciling the latter. <br><br> His hormones didn't care either. <<speech "Larry">>"Sorry...you said...?"<</speech>> He finally broke the stare at my chest, but scooted around next to me, throwing an arm across my bare shoulders. <<speechPC>>"I was just curious."<</speechPC>> His fingers were playing with the straps of my top. <<speechPC>>"The agency doesn't really tell us much."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Larry">>"Secrets are the way of the world."<</speech>> His other hand was between my thighs, beneath the bubbling water. When did that happen. I froze. <br><br> My mind was a torrent of confusion: his home was beautiful. I wanted for nothing. He and his wife were so kind and caring. It was the most stable I'd been my whole life. It was a lovely life. A lovely family -- of the kind I could have.<br> But he wasn't family. //This// wasn't how Dads were supposed to be.<br> But he wasn't my dad. He was Larry. He always insisted I call him Larry.<br> <br><br> I gasped. His fingers had dipped under my bottoms, teasing at <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>the smooth skin<<else>>the hair<</if>> above my pussy. <br><br> He wanted me. I felt myself reacting to his touch. Did I want him? I //didn't// want to upset him. I didn't want to lose all of this. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>But losing my virginity?<</if>> Oh god. This was about to happen -- or I had to stop him and potentially blow all of this up. <<shake>>Fuck.<</shake>> His finger pushed inside me. Thinking evaporated. <<speech "Larry">>"Oh. That's ''nice''."<</speech>> <br><br> He was taking my lack of reaction as a 'go ahead'. <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Larry">>"It's...your first time?" They'd been so kind and open about 'sex' talks. He knew. I don't know why he even asked.<</speech>><<else>>They'd both known about the guys in my life. Before and current...they'd been so open and kind about 'sex' conversations. No judgement. It also meant he knew I had experience.<</if>> <br><br> He leaned in. His finger pressed deeper. We were making out. Or...he was making out with me. Slowly, I found myself responding in kind. He dove in excitedly. <br><br> His hands were pulling at my bikini, discarding it in the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <<outfit naked>> <<face aroused>> The only thought on my mind was 'oh jesus.' Nothing else really computed. Things were moving fast, far too fast for me to make a rational decision. <br><br> Our mouths broke, leaving me panting and confused -- and presented with his cock, throbbing right in front of my face. He was standing, leaning over the edge of the hot tub looking for something. He had ditched his trunks at some point and I hadn't even noticed. <br><br> The tip pointed right at my face. I couldn't ignore his visible ache. <br><br> He retrieved what he was after: a condom. The wrapper gone, he was pulling it over his short, stubby member and smiling at my 'awe' of his erection. <<speech "Larry">>"Safety first."<</speech>> Sheathed, he reached down and guided me up, leaning me over the edge where he'd been a <<linkexpand "moment before.">> moment before. <<dollRearView>> <br><br> Looking out over his deck and to the woods beyond, I felt him squatting behind me, slipping slightly in the water. A morbid thought imagined him braining himself in the attempt to fuck me. What a way to go. <br><br> He killed that thought, rubbery tip meeting my opening and he drove <<linkexpand "in.">> in. <<face hurt2>> <br><br> I yelped! Hands smacking against the side of the hot tub -- water and sex do not mix. Especially when you include a condom. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and trying to reach around to my pussy to at least prime myself. His hips were already cracking against my ass, pinning my hips firmly to the hot tub, his thighs outside of mine and fully preventing me from helping myself along. <br><br> His sack whacked wetly against my mound. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">>little tits shuddered against my ribcage<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits bounced below me<<else>>ponderous chest swayed hard with his thrusting<</if>>. <br><br> My arousal fought against the hot tub water. His condom tugged back and forth against my walls. I was thankful for his lack of size because it was the only thing giving me a respite. <br><br> That and he was <<linkexpand "quick.">> quick. <<restoreLook>> <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the condom, the pumping of his penis was only a welcome sensation. <br><br> Panting, I felt his hands gripping at my shoulders, his hips pressing against my ass while he finished. Then, as quickly as he entered, he left. I gasped and winced as he yanked out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br> He dismounted with a satisfied sigh, checking out the gape between my legs as he put his clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I hadn't saved myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled back over, hand searching beneath the froth for my bathing suit. I avoided eye contact for the time being, mind wrestling with the implications of everything that had just happened. Implications of my future here with Larry. <br><br> He and I didn't speak of it. The rest of the night was a normal evening together. It simply changed the dynamic between us going forward. He was Larry, not dad. I was <<print $CC.name>> not daughter. <br><br> I don't know if she ever knew, or if maybe I was the reason that ended things for us as a family. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Larry M "Larry, foster Dad, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 55" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face aroused>> When I wasn't with The Boys, I was with <<print $CC.FName>>. At her house, I had a freedom that I didn't at my own. <br><br> I spent a ton of time around her house, which meant a ton of time around her dad: Tyler. I was over after parties, before parties, sleepovers, just saying hi...that meant he saw me in all kinds of states. And states of dress. <br><br> He got to know me in a way that other parents didn't. And I saw the way he looked at me -- it ignited something in me from the first glance. I don't know why -- maybe it was because it was //her// Dad. It would upset her if she knew. That's probably putting it mildly: it'd blow up her //life//. <br><br> That elevated the stakes and clearly excited us both. <br><br> <<speech "Tyler">>"Oh hey, <<print $CC.name>>...you know <<print $CC.FName>> had practice--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I...left something here."<</speechPC>> I hadn't really thought about the reason for coming over, just that I knew she wasn't around and I wanted to stir the pot...curiosity getting the better of me. <<speech "Tyler">>"Oh, well...feel free to look."<</speech>> I was inside before the offer. <<speechPC>>"You too. Feel free."<</speechPC>> A flash of my eyes. I couldn't //believe// myself. Those words came out without thinking. <br><br> I was doing a ''lot'' of that, apparently. <br><br> He practically choked on his spit, stumbling backwards as if the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He frowned at me. I smiled at him. <br><br> My heart was //POUNDING//. What the ''fuck'' was I doing, <<print $CC.name>>?! <br><br> Clearing his throat, he looked at his watch, then at me. Then his watch. <<speech "Tyler">>"O-okay. Okay. //Okay//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay?"<</speechPC>> I laughed, trying to make a joke of it, if only to cut the tension that was threatening to make me balk. He got it now and that made it all the more real. <br><br> I was going to hook up with <<print $CC.FName>>'s dad. <<if $Body.virgin>>I'd be losing my //virginity// to him.<</if>> Oh god. That was what was about to happen. It hadn't really crossed my mind until that moment. Somewhere deep inside me, I had known, but I had just wanted the contact, the intimacy -- ''intense'' like I had never experienced -- with //him//. <<speech "Tyler">>"I mean. If--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shut. Uppp."<</speechPC>> He nodded quickly. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.FName>>'s room?"<</speechPC>> That nearly sent him into a coughing fit. <<speechPC>>"Or ''yours''..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tyler">>"No. No. That's...fine."<</speech>> It wasn't the word he was going for, but we were moving down the hall. //Her// room too. <br><br> <<shake>>Fuck.<</shake>> That did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <br><br> I was the ''worst'' best friend. Ever. <br><br> So many memories in this room. Now there was about to be one more -- that <<print $CC.FName>> wouldn't share with me. He crossed to me timidly, as if afraid to touch me, hands hovering juuust over my skin. <<speech "Tyler">>"Hey."<</speech>> He smiled down at me. I grabbed his wrists and pulled them firmly to my hips. <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> He laughed. I wondered if he had ever imagined this the way I had. Welp, if I was going to be the one to do it...I lifted up onto my tiptoes and pressed my mouth into his. The smell of him was //so// familiar to me, but now it was fully up my nostrils. So arousing. <br><br> Yeah. I needed to fuck him. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I considered telling him it was my first, but didn't want any more reason for him to freak out. I kept quiet.<<else>>At least I had the experience so that I wasn't having to figure this out without any help from Mr. Unsure.<</if>> <br><br> My hands grasped tightly into his hair, pulling him into my face and diving deeply into the bliss that was his mouth. <br><br> His fingers dug into my skin, that was the 'all lights go.' I broke the kiss and began to work <<linkexpand "my skirt down.">> my skirt down. <<lower>> <<panties>> <<speechPC>>"When's--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tyler">>"Usually after <<print $CC.FName>>. //Usually//."<</speech>> He understood my meaning. He was undoing his jeans and pulling them down, freeing his cock. <br><br> He was long. He was ready. As impressive as I'd hoped for. I tugged my top over my head on the way to <<linkexpand "her bed.">> her bed. <<face ahego>> <<upper>><<bra>> <br><br> I rolled onto my back as I'd done so many times before here, but this time it was him with me, getting between my legs and dropping between them. <<speechPC>>"F-Fuck, Tyler!"<</speechPC>> I squirmed, cavorting under him as his tongue dove into my pussy, lapping at the nectar that had been sopping my inner thighs since I began my walk over here. I hadn't needed any prep, but he was going to town. <<speechPC>>"W-we. N-Need. T-To be. Quickkk."<</speechPC>> I fought through my desire to cum. <<speech "Tyler">>"Shit. Right."<</speech>> He laughed awkwardly while climbing ontop of me and lining up. Then I saw concern dawn on him. <<speech "Tyler">>"Do you--"<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I motioned for him to continue time of the essence, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tyler">>"You're incredible."<</speech>> His unprotected head met my pussy. I could feel him shift, trying to tease me with it, but the moment he felt my heat and wetness, it was over. <<else>> I grit my teeth having the same realization. <<speechPC>>"Uh. No."<</speechPC>> Should have put a //little// more thought into this. <<speech "Tyler">>"<<print $CC.FName>>?"<</speech>> he looked to her side table, but asking me if I knew. His head was pressing against my pussy, waiting. Unprotected. Throbbing and I was aching for it as much as I could tell he was. <<speechPC>>"I don't...think so."<</speechPC>> I wasn't about to out her to her ''father''. Fidelity to her won out. <<speechPC>>"Careful?"<</speechPC>> An awkward giggle. <<speech "Tyler">>"Been a //long// time. But yes."<</speech>> His cock was beginning to wane, I shook my head, but reached down to stroke, to stoke the fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, so I guiding it forward, <<speechPC>>"Don't worry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tyler">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the touch. At my wetness. At my warmth. It was over. <</if>> He pushed in, slow, steady. Firm. I arched against her sheets, legs curling around him and my hands pulling at his arms to draw him closer. I wanted him all the way. <br><br> He complied. Despite his length. Despite the head pressing up at my innards, crammed to my cervix, it felt //good//. I was so ready for this. <<speech "Tyler">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just fuck me already."<</speechPC>> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Tyler">>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//Fuck// me."<</speechPC>> And smacked him lightly on his back, hands sliding down to his ass. He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder. //YES//. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed, he smiled and laughed. We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but I saw why people did it again and again. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Tyler">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my face reacting to the insistence and selfishness of his thrusts. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Tyler">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<linkexpand "I...">> I <<shake>>CAME<</shake>>. He didn't even get to finish his statement: theme of the afternoon. I shook and grasped at him, panting as I rode over my orgasm and he tried to thrust into me as I clutched at him. <<speechPC>>"Oh. ''Ty''ler!."<</speechPC>> Hearing his name drove him harder. He crashed into me harder, clearly overwhelmed by me and the moment. <br><br> My hand shot between my legs before my first orgasm completed, fingers working at my clit. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it solo...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake 10s>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He was grunting and leaning forward on his hands, his face focused. <<linkexpand "Had he...?">> <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 body2 breasts2 face1>> I gasped, a long rope of cum suddenly cresting across my face. Yep. He had. One hand gripped his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my tummy and up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, <<speech "Tyler">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was. <br><br> My fingers darted downward to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done, letting go his cock smacked against my shield-hand, oozing semen onto it. <<speechPC>>"Fuck yeah."<</speechPC>> I offered my other one for a high-five, which he gladly gave me. <br><br> His eyes focused, turning from my cum-covered body to the bed as he dismounted me. He quickly grabbed some tissues and began dabbing, <<speech "Tyler">>"I'll take care of this...you should get cleaned up--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Um, I'll be quick."<</speechPC>> I slid off the bed, trying to move fast enough but not let anything drip off me. <br><br> Into her bathroom for a whores-bath, and then I came in to him standing numbly in the room. I smacked his ass, <<speechPC>>"Your turn."<</speechPC>> and gave him a kiss as I shocked him from his stupor. <<speechPC>>"See you."<</speechPC>> He nodded, departed to me putting my clothes on. I was gone before he was finished -- or he just gave me enough time to dip. <br><br> It was our first time, but it certainly wasn't out last. <br><br> I don't think that she ever found out. I think. <<vCardCheck Tyler M `$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler, my first"` "olderMan: true" "age: 48" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Arvin. I felt comfortable around him. He was 'dad' and he wasn't. There was a familial closeness and knowledge, but there was also a non-familial freedom. <br><br> I don't think I was part of his decision when he and Mom got together. It's more of...he warmed up to me over the years. <br><br> For whatever reason, I felt more comfortable asking my questions about life and love with him rather than Mom. He kept secrets for me and I became a secret for him. <br><br> I think there was some downturn in their relationship -- nothing catastrophic, they clearly loved each other, but a simple drifting apart. <<if $CC.mom == 1>>Now I know why.<</if>> <br><br> I filled that void for him and I think he was a form of rebellion for me. <br><br> When Mom wasn't around, there were lowered barriers, flirting, a bit of teasing. The wrongness was exciting. I don't know if either of us expected it to be consummated, but it was. <br><br> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"We shouldn't be doing this..."<</speech>> <<print "Arvin">> chuckled as our lips parted for the hundredth time. It wasn't our first kiss, but this time, in his office there was some passion to it that belied what was to come. I was excited. The thought of //him// and ''me'' together. Of us being found out. Of how she'd react. Worst case, it wouldn't be like I was losing a 'dad' either. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>He knew I was a virgin, he knew I wanted to lose it. Now he'd know I wanted to lose it to him.<</if>> Oh god. I looked into his eyes deeply. <br><br> <<shake>>Fuck.<</shake>> Thinking about it did something inside of me. The reasons and whys and hows of everything up to this moment evaporated in the wake of my desire. To do the thing. The //wrong// thing. <br><br> Rather than responding, I scooted myself onto his desk and hiked up my <<linkexpand "skirt.">> skirt. <<liftUpDress>> <<speechPC>>"I'm ready."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Ready?"<</speech>> He coughed. The realization crashing into him all at once. <br><br> I nodded, spreading my thighs. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>My thumbs hooked and pulled. <</if>> I bared myself to <<linkexpand "him.">> him. <<panties>> <<if $Body.virgin>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"It's...your first time..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Arvin.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. We...can't."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"And...?"<</speechPC>> I grabbed his shirt, pulling him into another kiss and between my thighs. I could feel his sigh and excitement at the sensation of broaching the gap between my legs. I worked on his belt. He broke the kiss and dipped his lips on my neck, gently kissing at me. His pants opened. I tugged, negotiating his pants down. <br><br> Soon, his cock was out, pulsing in anticipation. Standard by all means and exactly what was needed for this job. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I lay back on his desk. He shook his head, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"One sec,"<</speech>> digging in his desk. <<speechPC>>"You keep them here?"<</speechPC>> Immediately, my mind went to thoughts of //her// in a similar position. <br><br> I laughed and waved him on again, <<speechPC>>"It's fiiine...you know I'm on <<print $CC.BC>>."<</speechPC>> <br><br> There was a momentary consideration, looking between my legs at what was offered unprotected...he unwrapped the condom anyway. <<speechPC>>"Ugh."<</speechPC>> He began to roll it down his rigid meat. Kind of offensive -- a little kind gesture to Mom. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Safer."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You don't trust me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"I don't trust //me//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...d-do."<</speechPC>> Condom or not, I was getting what I wanted now as he entered me. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"You know I'm not on..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded vigorously, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"One sec,"<</speech>> digging in his desk. <<speechPC>>"You keep them here?"<</speechPC>> Immediately, my mind went to thoughts of //her// in a similar position. <br><br> I laughed, watching him unwrap and sheath his rigid meat in the prophylactic. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Oh, come on. You know me better than that."<</speech>> He gave me another deep kiss, leaning ontop of me and positioning. <<speechPC>>"I love you."<</speechPC>> It came out unbidden, surprising me as much as him -- elicited by his entry. <</if>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "I...">> <<face ahego>> I gasped, clutching at paperwork and the ink blotter beneath me. I could see his eyes flash, loving my reacton. <br><br> He shuddered. I //loved// that. My hands found his hips to guide him deeper inside. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will. Just...''keep'' //going//."<</speechPC>> Tugging slightly at his hips. He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder, making my back arch and hands leaving his body. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body. Not my tits as they bounced beneath my top. Not the place between my legs that was milking him. My face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed. //He// smiled and laughed. We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, slight but expected. This was //crazy//. Filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel his heartbeat through a part of //their body// that was inside of ''me''. <br><br> It didn't hurt any more. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me as much. I'd definitely be sore, but I knew now why people did it again and ''again''. <br><br> He could see and sense my growing pleasure, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my pleasure mounting <<speech "Arvin.png">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I--think--"<</speechPC>> I did. <<shake>>It crashed over me<</shake>>. I shook and kicked on the desk, messing up the work he had been in the midst of when I had interrupted him. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"There's my girl."<</speech>>, sweat flicked from his forehead and hair down at me. The cool splatter across my body brought out a broken giggle at the end of my orgasm. Oh he was //good//. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. I squirmed, shaking my head, <<speechPC>>"W-wait."<</speechPC>> Too sensitive. My body resisted, it hurt. I jerked, hand going to fight his. <br><br> It hurt? <br><br> My struggle with him was short -- he began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. //So// much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it -- now I was getting fucked ''too''. <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final release. <br><br> My head dropped back against the desk. That would have hurt another time, but my mind was ablaze with endorphins. I was panting quickly while feeling his cock become //so// rigid, jerking inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> A gravelly, <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back. He occasionally pushed against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. <<if $Body.virgin>><<speechPC>>"So...that was sex, huh."<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"Why did we not do that sooner?"<</speechPC>> I giggled out as his cock softened and shrunk within me.<</if>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Yeah. Amazing, right?"<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. I nodded as we kissed. <br><br> It really //was// amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <br><br> He was smiling too, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me up into a deeper kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> We continued like that, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>I loved sex. Yep. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I love you."<</speechPC>> I was overwhelmed. I meant it. He smiled down at me, considering his response. Carefully, deliberate -- as if ensuring he truly meant it: <<speech "Arvin.png">>"I love you, too."<</speech>> <<vCardCheck Arvin M "Arvin, my Step-Dad, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 59" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<run $Stats.Kinks.push("Exhibitionism")>> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> My gooning sessions at home always seemed to align with yard work -- or I just masturbated //that// much. Carlos and his team had gotten into the habit of watching the promised show as much as I was in the habit of enjoying quality 'alone time'. Needless to say, there was sexual tension. <br><br> It didn't take long before I was thinking about them even when they weren't around. Not just watching...involved. <br><br> I was in the midst of one, when there was a <<linkexpand "knock at the door.">> knock at the door. <<face shock>> <br><br> Ugh. They should //know// better than to interrupt me. They knew what I was doing. <br><br> Fuck. I was //so// horny. <br><br> Without thinking, I climbed off the couch and opened the door. <<speech "Carlos">>"Hola."<</speech>> His eyes caressed my bare body, now without a window between us. <<speechPC>>"What do you need?"<</speechPC>> It came out a little more provocatively than I had intended -- maybe because of all the fantasies I'd been having. <<speech "Carlos">>"Eyy...I was going to say a glass of water, but--"<</speech>> I don't know if he stepped in or if I pulled him in. Before I knew it, his dirty, worn hands were pawing at my ass and his lips were sucking firmly at my erect nipples. <<speechPC>>"F-fuckkk."<</speechPC>> I was gasping out, clutching his head against me as the pleasure shot through me. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his pants, the zipper scraping and tugging at my wrist while I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands tight on my ass, guiding me back towards the couch <<linkexpand "his pants hitting the floor">> <<face ahego>> his pants hitting the floor, buckle thudding heavily. <br><br> Things moved quickly. I was on my back, his hand diving right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>C-carlos...<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched. My hands pulled him against me. Needy. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. <br><br> I cooed and gasped, feeling not just his fingers toying with my button, but my hand bumping against my sex as I stroked his stiff cock -- it was getting crowded between my thighs -- the tip, slick with precum, began to probe lower while I stroked. <br><br> The sensation of his near entry, the heat and firmness of his erection, the feeling of him ontop of me...shit, was I ready for this? <<if $Body.virgin>>Did he even know he was about to take my<<else>>Usually there's more fore<</if>>-- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink in.">> sink in. <<face hurt1>> <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. He had a large beer belly -- they always were drinking at the end of their day's labor. The shirt was coarse and covered in grass stains. He leaned up, leaving my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts alone as he focused on penetration. He was frowning, my body was upset, both were needy children denied what felt good. <<speech "Carlos">>"What."<</speech>> The tone was firm. Not a question. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry...<<if $Body.virgin>>my first time<<else>>nothing<</if>>..."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>>It wasn't how I imagined it, but it certainly felt really necessary right now.<<else>>Not how I imagined it with him, but too late now.<</if>> <<speech "Carlos">>"Si?"<</speech>> I nodded, chewing at my lower lip. <br><br> My eyes dropped to his cock, partially embedded. Completely unprotected. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> Thank god I was on something. <<speech "Carlos">>"Mira."<</speech>> The word came thick with arousal. One of his hands pulled at the back of my head to keep my gaze lower as he flexed his hips, spreading my mound with the pressure of that thick latin cock stuffing further inside me. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"You, uh, got a condom?"<</speechPC>> My brain trying to recall any words of Spanish. <br><br> He looked confused, was it my English? Was it that a couple of his inches were clamped by warm, inviting pussy? <<speech "Carlos">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shit...do...they?"<</speechPC>> I motioned back towards the door, my request broken into one-word sentences as he continued to press inward. That thick latin cock fully inserting by the time I finished my request. <br><br> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. <<speech "Carlos">>"Ehh..."<</speech>> He was craning his neck, looking back at the door. His hips weren't stopping though, fucking me as we talked. <br><br> Instinctively, my legs and body were assuming the position. How long ago had I asked? Had he responded? His cock rhythmically drove into my wontonly wet pussy, encouraging him. <<speechPC>>"Pull. Out. Kay?"<</speechPC>> He'd understand that, right? <<speech "Carlos">>"Si."<</speech>> The middle aged man, already sweaty bore down on me more. <</if>> <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his wide, uncut cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. He pushed at it //hard//. He was ''big''. I yelped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He wasn't noticing...or didn't care? Sporting a cock like that, probably had a lot of women in his life reacting this way. <br><br> I was about to ask him to slow down, let up a little when the <<linkexpand "door opened">> door opened and the sound stopped me short. <br><br> The rest of his crew had become curious and were now lazily coming in to watch their boss do what they'd doubtlessly discussed while watching me. <br><br> We were a show. I became immediately self-conscious and changed my mind about complaining. It had become like one of my fantasies. <br><br> I hadn't expected him to be so big -- or in my imagination it hadn't been this uncomfortable. But that aside, fantasy was becoming reality. The gardener was plowing me. Showing his team how it was done. <br><br> I wouldn't be cumming -- my mind was too caught up in the moment. Making eye contact with each of them while he kept pace, solidly stuffing my pussy. <br><br> Sweat dripped from his forehead on to me, making me giggle. I could feel the sweaty musk of his crotch and balls now fully slathered on me from our collisions. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a <<linkexpand "final release.">> final release. <br><br> <<cumSpray face1 mound1 body1 breasts1>> I gasped, feeling his cock becoming so rigid and beginning to twitch inside me. Rapidly, he was tugging out of my pussy sharply, making me gasp again. He sat back on his haunches, hand on his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved under his dirty tee. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my tummy and up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, <<speech "Carlos">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was -- his crew laughed. He joined in. So did I. <br><br> My fingers darted downward to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done. Smiling and stroking slowly over his cock as it oozed ontop of my hand. <<speechPC>>"Jesus, Carlos."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Carlos">>"//That's// Jesus."<</speech>> He pointed to one of his guys with a free hand. We all laughed some more. <br><br> I did get him that glass of water, his seed drying on my skin. Then they got back to work, as if nothing had happened. <br><br> It had though. The genie was out of the bottle. Gooning sessions became sex with Carlos. Most of the time his crew watched. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Carlos M "Carlos, our young gardener, my first" "age: 32" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<lower "pants_sweats">> <<upper "tanktop">> <<feet>> <<socks>> <<panties>> <<bra>> There's an ease when you're at home which is tough to rival. Your guard is down, you're trying to just be you and live your life. So, sometimes when informal get-togethers happen, family friends caught me unawares. Ronnie was one of <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>'s friends that was always over for a beer. To watch the game. <br><br> We had some 'accidental' encounters that led up to the fateful moment. Checking in on me in my room, building a kind of friendship and 'just us' sense. <br><br> I didn't mind the attention. <br><br> That he was hiding it from <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>...definitely a rebellious bonus. <br><br> So one night, their team had lost so they'd flipped on a movie and I had joined them. I was curled up next to Ronnie, his hand wandering beneath the blanket despite //him// being so close. But they were drunk, he'd never notice. <br><br> Per usual, the movie quickly was putting the guys to sleep. The crew dispersed and <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom left<<else>>Dad headed to bed<</if>>-- we were left alone and...things happened that had been building between us for months. A tension needed to be released, a realization of all those imagined eventualities and <<linkexpand "possibilities...">> possibilities... <<face aroused>> <br><br> His hand had been in my shorts for what felt like eternity. I felt like everyone in the room had been able to smell my pussy the entire time, but no one seemed to notice...except Ronnie. <br><br> I looked at him, lit up in the flicker from the TV. Was this guy really going to be 'the guy'? <br><br> Fuck. I was //so// horny. My hips were grinding back against his stroking fingers. My body said ''yes''. <<speechPC>>"Night..."<</speechPC>> I said absentmindedly as the room fully emptied. Despite the TV being on, the room had gotten suddenly //very// quiet. We were looking at each other. Then things happened quickly. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "off.">> <<upper>> off. Ronnie was sucking firmly at my erect nipples, and I was gasping out, clutching his head against me as the pleasure shot through me. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his pants, thankful for the give of the athletic shorts while I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands pulling at my <<linkexpand "pants">> <<outfit naked>> pants, discarding them from beneath the blanket. <br><br> My hips twisted, his hand clenched between my thighs and moving him with me as we reoriented ourselves on the couch, tugging the blanket over us. He felt my need and he pushed me back. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. <br><br> I felt a quick shove and knew that he had dropped those shorts. He was now fully free and within my hand. I cooed and gasped, feeling not just his fingers toying with my button, but my hand bumping against my sex -- getting crowded -- as the tip, slick with precum, began to probe lower while I stroked. <br><br> The sensation of his near-entry, the heat and firmness of his erection, the feeling of him ontop of me...shit, was I ready for this? <<if $Body.virgin>>Did he even know he was about to take my<<else>>Usually there's more fore<</if>>-- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink in.">> sink in. <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. My press guided him to lift more over me, breaking contact with my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts. He wasn't taking my reaction as a 'stop'. <br><br> He slammed down, fully inserting himself within me. <br><br> I squawked. The sound surprised us both. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry...<<if $Body.virgin>>my first time<<else>><</if>>..."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>>It wasn't how I imagined it, but it certainly felt really necessary right now.<<else>>Not how I imagined it with him, but too late now.<</if>> <<speech "Ronnie">>"Shhh!"<</speech>> His hand covered my mouth. <br><br> I nodded, chewing at my lower lip. He wasn't waiting for my response, his beer breath washing over my face with each thrust and grunt combo. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> Thank god I was on something. He was off to the races and not wearing a condom. <<else>> Shit. He was off to the races and //not// wearing a condom. <</if>> <br><br> <<face hurt1>> I couldn't blame his urgency. This was fucking //insane//. Literally we could be walked in on at any moment. And it was //him// and //me//. No one would doubt what was happening. Hand clamped over my mouth -- both unpleasant and safe at the same time -- I didn't know what else to do: I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. Suction against my mouth as I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Ronnie">>"Like that?"<</speech>> a hushed half-grunt. Eyes closed, grinning big, immediately ramming firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, <<speech "Ronnie">>"Like that?"<</speech>> when he drove in especially hard. <br><br> My nose awash with stale beer. He wasn't even looking at me. He was somewhere else, or just supremely focused on the sensation inside me. <br><br> It had hurt when he had entered me. It was far less comfortable now. <<if $Body.virgin>> I guess this is what people meant about sex hurting the first time. Was I bleeding? <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. The realization confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. He was grunting deeply and focusing harder. He was about to cum. I knew it. <br><br> I was <<linkexpand "right.">> right. <<face shocked>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, shuddering as his jaw hung slack, fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> <<else>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, shuddering as he jaw hung slack, fully emptying and then withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br> <</if>> <<speech "Ronnie">>"Thank god for that. Makes up for the game, right?"<</speech>> He smiled at me, dismounting with a satisfied sigh. He dropped back, smacking my ass while his chest heaved, revealing his lack of fortitude. <<speech "Ronnie">>"Come 'ere."<</speech>> He motioned for me to join him, gazing around the room as if to ensure that we hadn't been caught. <br><br> Despite the mess coming out of me and into the blanket and on the couch beneath me, I curled up beside him. A verson of after-care, he pet my naked body slowly and watched the movie with me. <br><br> In no rush to get clothed again, or washed up, the room certainly stank of our sex. <br><br> For a hurried, unexpected (if long-awaited) first time, it had been everything it should have been: fast, unfulfilling and something I regret. <br><br> All the same, I'd broken the seal with Ronnie and there was some kind of dynamic between us. Maybe it was simply the fact of running around behind everyone else's back? <br><br> The first time wasn't our last. Ronnie made sure of that. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Ronnie M `"Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"` "olderMan: true" "age: 50" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face ahego>> When you're experimenting -- before you've really gotten to understand what's happening and what's //going// to happen -- you're trying to grapple with the explosive excitement and pleasure. <br><br> Rationally. <br><br> As best you can. <br><br> And, in my case...I didn't grapple too well. <br><br> Seth. Kinda a meathead, kinda a dork. A try-hard at being a guy's-guy. It worked on me! <br><br> I'd done nothing with anyone else. He was older, confident, and a ''bit'' pushy. <br><br> Making out lasted only a couple dates before we were right to heavy petting. <br><br> At that point, he was non-stop about getting at each other's parts, and wanting them to come together. <br><br> Backseat of...his older sibling's car? We were //supposed// to go to a movie, but we rarely made it to buying the tickets. <br><br> Windows were steamed up, we'd been mouth-to-mouth, hands in each other's pants for easily fifteen or twenty minutes by that point. Our hormones and sexual needs were running rampant. <br><br> I was //so// horny. <br><br> I tugged my shirt <<linkexpand "off">> <<upper>> <<bra>> off. A natural progression for us and I needed more skin-to-skin contact. <br><br> Gladly obliging, Seth sucked firmly at my erect nipples. I arched, watching him do the work, pressing my <<print $Body.tits>> at his hungry mouth. <br><br> My hand was already moist with sweat and precum, his pants a furnace. I began to unzip him, free the monster. <br><br> He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands working the <<linkexpand "remaining clothing off">> <<outfit naked>> remaining clothes off... from my lower half and my body shifted as best it could to help. <br><br> Hips lifting and working, our combined efforts -- I was naked in seconds, his hand grabbing right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Fuck<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Seth">>"Yeah?"<</speech>> His head had broken free from my engorged and soaked nipples. The puppy dog in his chocolate eyes could not have been greater. <br><br> I felt his pants drop away from his hips, he was pushing them down and using my grip on his cock, his grip on my pussy to guide himself between my legs. His eyes were locked on my cunt, no longer pleading with me. <br><br> I cooed and gasped, feeling not just his fingers toying with my button, but my hand bumping against my sex -- getting crowded -- as the tip, slick with precum, began to probe lower while I stroked. <br><br> The sensation of his near entry, the heat and firmness of his erection, the feeling of him ontop of me...shit, was I ready for this? <<if $Body.virgin>>Did he even know he was about to take my<<else>>Usually there's more fore--<</if>> -- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink in.">> sink in. <<face hurt1>> <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. He leaned up, breaking contact with both my clit and my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts. He was frowning, my body was upset, both were needy children denied what felt good. <<speech "Seth">>"Shit. Sorry, one sec."<</speech>> He popped out, making me gasp again. He was digging in his pockets. <<speechPC>>"Good boy."<</speechPC>> I patted his stomach, looking at how stiff he had become and my wetness on the swollen crown of his cock. Close call. <<speech "Seth">>"One sec..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Take your time...but not too long."<</speechPC>> I laughed. <<speech "Seth">>"I came prepared."<</speech>> he unwrapped the condom and began to roll it down his rigid meat. He was smiling like the dumb kid he was. I wondered if he had been planning on this or if he //always// was prepared. Now was not the time to ask. <<speechPC>>"Shut up and put it in already."<</speechPC>> He needed no more encouragement, returning quickly to the position and pushing <<linkexpand "once more">> once more. <<face hurt2>> He shuddered and I giggled, fighting through the discomfort of his entry. <<speechPC>>"Good?"<</speechPC>> I loved that I could see and //feel// his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <<speech "Seth">>"Better than I dreamed, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher -- tapping against the roof of the car -- as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Seth">>"Like that?"<</speech>> immediately ramming firmly between my legs to give me more. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, <<speech "Seth">>"Yeah?!"<</speech>> No, he //really// thought my reactions were what he wanted to see. <br><br> He leaned forward on over me, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> It had hurt when he had entered me. <<if $Body.virgin>> It was a strange new sensation when he fully inserted. And it was not what I expected as he continued going. <br><br> I had heard that the first time hurt. This was proof. I wondered if I was bleeding, staining the seat. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. And that realization was confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. Huge grin, deep grunts and focused <<speech "Seth">>"Cum for me, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was //not// going to. <br><br> I quickly nodded, biting my lower lip and putting on the best show I could. My fingernails dug into his stomach, more out of the discomfort than my ecstasy. I let my squeals from his invasion out easier, hoping they'd be misconstrued. <br><br> They were. <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Thankful for the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. It felt nice, but I think I was mostly relieved it was over. <br><br> He bucked against me as he went through his throws of exstacy, <<speech "Seth">>"Oh. MY. //God//."<</speech>> His face was alight with happiness. He had finished cumming but he still thrust against me every moment or two, enjoying the aftershocks. <<speech "Seth">>"That was amazing."<</speech>> I didn't know how to break it to him. I couldn't. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> It was like his whole life had changed. Taking his virginity<<if $Body.virgin>> as he took mine<</if>>. He dropped against me, breathing hard against my chest and into my ear. He pet my head. <br><br> Well, this was nice. <br><br> I could feel him shrinking within me. I tried to ignore my worry that the contents of his condom were about to spill inside me. <br><br> It was like he read my mind and though I could tell he was reticent to end our post-sex cuddle, he withdrew, hand on his sticky, soft base to keep it on. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <br><br> He dismounted with a satisfied sigh, checking out the gape between my legs as he put his clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <br><br> He did. A bit. That backseat saw a lot of us 'practicing' and figuring out what worked and how to do it. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Seth M "Seth, my first" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> There was a time I don't really remember. I don't know his name. All I can say for sure is: it happened. Based on what I can remember...<<if $Body.virgin>>it was my first time.<</if>> At first, I was ashamed and sad. But now, I've gotten over 'regret,' ignoring any of that bullshit about <<if $Body.virgin>>'first time' expectations<<else>>sex being meaningful<</if>> or whatever. It was sex. We sexed. I //should// have had my wits about me. <br><br> It was a learning experience. <br><br> It was at a party. Didn't really know anyone there -- mostly because, afterwards, I seemed to be the only one who knew anything about it. <br><br> Luckily, that meant no one else 'knew' what happened, so I could keep it to myself. <br><br> Details? <<linkexpand "Hazy.">> Hazy. <<face drunk>> <br><br> I was <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">>drugged, I think<<else>>drunk, high, you know<</if>>. <br><br> I remember the worn leather of the couch that we had found. <br><br> I remember the passion I felt, and the sensation of his warm skin against mine. <br><br> He was intoxicating. I couldn't tell you what he looked like, just that I was into him from the first moment we connected. <br><br> I do remember some of the <<linkexpand "actual act...">> actual act. <<face ahego>> <<outfit naked>> Somehow, we'd gotten our clothes off. Neither of us cared that we were in a room with other people. <br><br> He grunted and smacked firmly into me, the booze on his breath a //very// vivid memory. The sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the armor of alcohol, which kept me from feeling too much, both a good and a bad thing, but at least it didn't hurt. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I had expected it to hurt, maybe that's why I waited for a moment like this: avoiding the pain.<</if>> <br><br> We were just two kids letting our lizard brains take full control. <br><br> I could tell he was loving it. He drove his cock <<shake>>home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <<shake>>''Home''<</shake>>. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and sending a shock through my system, eliciting a gasp with each inward stroke. <br><br> It was all happening a movie, seeing the pleasure from a distance, separate from me. <<speech>>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> He did ask. <br><br> Nope. I think I said no, or shook my head. <<speech>>"Kay."<</speech>> Being drunk he seemed completely unconcerned. But I wasn't gonna fake it <<if $Body.virgin>>my first time <</if>>and I knew that this wasn't going to get me there, either. <<speech>>"I'm gunna."<</speech>> Where we'd been pressed into each other, he leaned up, slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot, loaded breath blasting into my face rapidly. <<speech>>"Gonna."<</speech>> He was frowning. Focused. Driving //hard// to overcome his own deadened nerves. <<speech>>"Gon. Na."<</speech>> Nailing roughly, <<linkexpand "needy.">> needy. <<speech>>"Cum."<</speech>> <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to blow his load. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> <br><br> I can't remember much of that moment or afterwards, just that it happened and he filled me. <br><br> And...somehow I made it home. No new number in my phone, nothing. He had left me with the only reminder I was going to get. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Hm. Maybe try it not drunk next time. Well, at least I could brag to all my friends about losing it. Done and done.<</if>> <br><br> The next day I was super sore. Reminding me how being drunk had 'protected' me. <<set _randAge = "age: " + random(17,40)>> <<set _randEth = "ethnicity: " + either("white","black","asian","latin")>> <<vCardCheck "Random Guy" M "Some Rando at a party" _randAge _randEth>> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit baseball>> Coach Barkewitcz. There were stories about previous teams he'd coached. Somehow they let him on to another all-girls team. <br><br> Softball. How better to protect themselves from another scandal. <br><br> He was floored to find out that I actually liked dudes. <br><br> He loved that I didn't care about the 'rumors' about him. It also excited him that the girls were jealous of //him//. <br><br> My parents didn't seem to care that practices went late. The other girls were more than happy to leave us to our own devices, though they whispered about it. <br><br> Rumors spread around our school too, but as long as we weren't caught. As long as I kept my mouth shut... <br><br> It started with //heavy// flirting. It moved on to accidental run-ins at the equipment shed. One time, we kissed. <br><br> He wasn't patient after that part. It was like I had opened a door he thought was going to be forever closed to him. <br><br> Within a week, we were in the <<linkexpand "dugout after practice.">> dugout after practice, sweaty and tired. But it was secluded and safe. <br><br> <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"We shouldn't be doing this..."<</speech>> He said the words, but I knew he very, very much did not mean them. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"It's my...first time."<</speechPC>> Oh god. It was about to happen. It hadn't really crossed my mind until this moment. It all had moved so fast. <br><br> <</if>> His eyes flashed with excitement. <br><br> <<shake>>Fuck.<</shake>> That did something inside of me. Instantly, I wanted it too. <<speech "">>"Ready?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. He was very sure of himself. He was very ready. I tugged him into my face and diving deeply into the bliss that was his mouth. <br><br> He wasn't as into the kiss as I was. His hands were pulling at my shirt -- softball uniforms are not the sexiest things, or easiest things to <<linkexpand "get off.">> <<upper>> <br><br> All I could do is giggle, trying to make out with him as he stripped my uniform from me. His hands were big, strong, rough. They pawed and dragged at my skin, fighting to get me <<linkexpand "naked">> naked for him. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> The wood bench was rough. The concrete wall behind me wasn't much better. I looked down at my discarded uniform and the only thought that came to me is that the extra clay dirt wouldn't raise any eyebrows. <br><br> His belt swung open, distracting me from the thought, his hips presenting right to my face and refocused me on his mostly hard cock. <br><br> A front-row seat to what it looked like. Close and personal. <<speech "">>"Come on. Get me ready."<</speech>> <br><br> My lack of experience showing, I followed his lead, taking him into <<linkexpand "my mouth.">> my mouth. <<face runny>> <br><br> It was thick. It was sweaty. It was hard to handle. <br><br> It stank. <br><br> I tried to swallow my pride (and whatever flavors I was receiving) and just do what he needed me to do. I wasn't good at it. He didn't seem to care. His hand was grabbing at my head for guidance. <br><br> I mmmphed in surprise, the words stopped by the flesh in between my lips. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes looking at him in surprise, eyebrows raised, but he wasn't paying attention except to the <<if $Body.virginityLostIn != "HS">>new <</if>>sensation. He was grunting and pulling firmly at the back of my head. <br><br> My hands pressed at his thighs but he pressed harder. Continuing to suck, I bobbed and applied pressure with my tongue and suction with my mouth, feeling the heartbeat against my cheeks and roof of my mouth as he fucked my mouth. <<if $Body.virgin>>So, I guess I wasn't going to be losing my virginity.<</if>> <br><br> I was gagging. Eyes running. If I hadn't been uncomfortable before, I was then. I pulled off, freeing myself from his cock. <<speechPC>>"Want to...?"<</speechPC>> Instantly, I was worried I'd upset him by stopping. That //I// was being selfish. That his hand in my hair was about to stuff that thing back in my mouth. <br><br> Once again, he didn't seem to care. He nodded in full agreement: dick in pussy. <<speech "">>"I don't have a condom with me."<</speech>> That shouldn't have surprised me, but in the moment, I could feel the freak out rising. As sure of things as I had been, my confidence was evaporating. <br><br> I didn't want to cry. <br><br> My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> He pulled me by my hair, reorienting me on the bench, presenting me with a view of the far end of the <<linkexpand "dugout.">> <<dollRearView>> dugout. <br><br> My head was being pulled back in a tight grip while he was climbing ontop of me, his free hand pushing my thighs out of his way as he lined himself up, lubricated with my spit and ''incredibly'' ready to go. <br><br> /* Doggystyle Animation Latin */ <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not on anything."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some kind of protection before-- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> His hips slammed forward meeting my ass, <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"That's....oh //fuck//. That's ''great''."<</speech>> I don't think he was reacting to my lack of protection. A deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly was enough to silence my response. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some consideration before-- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> His hips slammed forward meeting my ass, <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"That's....oh //fuck//. That's ''great''."<</speech>> I don't think he was reacting to what I said. A deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly was enough to silence my response. <</if>> <br><br> He began to fuck me, my knees pressed against the rough bench. One hand bracing against it as well while my other scrabbled at the concrete wall. <br><br> One foot had slid off my perch and my toes were awkwardly pressing at the dirty floor for purchase. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him as he fucked, thighs wider, trying to find the right pitch of my body. His heavy, warm sack whacked against the top of my mound while he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. God. It was //thick//. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"Atta girl."<</speech>> Just like he'd say out on the field. Immediately, his hand yanked hard in my hair and he rammed incessantly into me. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed. <br><br> Ignoring the hints or just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, his grunting and my squeaking echoing out from the dugout and into the field. Opposite direction from school, thankfully. <br><br> He leaned forward against my painfully arched back, his breath and grunts right into my ear. <br><br> Nothing about this felt like what I imagined a 'first time' to be. <<if $Body.virgin>> I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. And that realization was confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and take it. <</if>> Why wasn't he noticing my reactions? My pussy yelled at me for respite. None was coming. <br><br> //His// reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"Gonna cum."<</speech>> I don't think he was <<linkexpand "asking me.">> asking me. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"ATTA. GIRL. <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. His hand pulling at my hair with each shot from his cock. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> He hadn't seemed to try at //all// to be careful. <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times tightly against the meat of my ass while fully emptying and then withdrawing. The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> As he dismounted, he let go of my hair and I <<linkexpand "dropped onto my side">> dropped onto my side, panting. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better. A LOT better.<</if>> <br><br> <<face shocked runny>> I was overwhelmed. Confused. I felt like I had just gotten a workout after what had been a hard practice. My body hurt. My pussy hurt more. I was oozing his semen. <br><br> He sat back, gazing at me with a flushed face and wide grin. His fat, sticky cock flexed in the air. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"You're absolutely the star of my team."<</speech>> Fuck. That complicated things even more. <br><br> He frowned, looking at me as some parts of the puzzle started to dawn on him. <<speech "Barkewitcz">>"You good?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, chuckling. Completely misreading me. He reached out and smacked my ass, then began to put his clothes back on. <br><br> None of our future hookups -- and that's all they really were: stolen intense moments in the nooks and crannies of school -- were too much better than that. <br><br> It was a weird place for me. I didn't want to ruin his life. I didn't want to lose my position on the team. A part of me //did// enjoy how much he was attracted to me. The rebellious thing of it all. <br><br> So I couldn't 'end' it. It had to naturally run its course. <br><br> In the meantime, we fucked. He seemed to really find the most awkward and uncomfortable places for us to do it, too. <br><br> I never once came. He never once pulled out or used protection. <<restoreLook>> <<upper>><<lower>><<panties>><<bra>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck Barkewitcz M "Coach Barkewitcz" "olderMan: true" "schoolHelp: true" "age: 27" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit prude>> Youth group wasn't a weird place to find a boyfriend. It was kinda the point -- bringing like-minded, Christ-like together. <br><br> Samson. <br><br> He didn't have long hair (the irony of which made me smile). He was either powerless or it was a bad name. <br><br> But, God, was he //hot//. <br><br> He acted like he didn't know it, which made it cuter. <br><br> Afterwards, I realized his 'act' worked for him and that's why he did it. He //knew//. <br><br> It worked on me. <br><br> Samson didn't have much desire to be Christ-like, <<linkexpand "either.">> either. <br><br> <<face aroused>> We'd been talking a while. Samson had been supremely patient, in his way. I think he wasn't surprised, given that we were all 'good girls'. Maybe the corruption was part of it for him. <br><br> After youth group, we'd make out. At first, kind and gentle. Playful and curious. He mirrored my newness to it all, though I knew deep down he had experience. <br><br> He let my passion grow. My hormones intensify. <br><br> Little tricks of touches and gradual, //gradual// boundary-pushing...I relented, it was time. His house. Never his bedroom, but the living room would do. We were alone and it was quiet. <<speechPC>>"I...want to have sex."<</speechPC>> Hearing that, we were off to the races, clambering awkwardly against each other as we tried to manage a new configuration and intention for our bodies. <br><br> We giggled and it was sweet, I could see the kindness in his eyes, almost an <<speech "Samson">>"Are you sure?"<</speech>> question peppered between kisses, repositioning ourselves. <br><br> I worked on his belt as an answer and immediately I felt his lips on my neck, the excitement clear in his nipping. The belt swung open and his hips shifted as I tugged, negotiating his pants down while his fingers worked at <<linkexpand "my clothes">> my clothes with practiced precision. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> <<face ahego>> Soon, his cock was out, pulsing in anticipation, <<speechPC>>"Oh, wow."<</speechPC>> I gasped. He just smiled, getting off my underwear. He dove straight in. My hands clutched around me, knees kicking up and out as I was shocked by the sudden clit suckling. <<speechPC>>"OH! W-wow."<</speechPC>> The couch had nothing to grab on. My hands found his head, caressing and tugging slightly while I gasped and melted before him. I gripped at his short-cropped hair while he shook me to my core. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, <<shake>>climaxing<</shake>>, his fingers thrust into me, his tongue fluttering at my nub. My thighs pinning him against my sex while it thrummed through me, my fingernails dug into his scalp. <br><br> Coming down, I thought I might have suffocated him. Wide-eyed, I dropped my thighs open and pushed his head up, <<speechPC>>"S-sorry!"<</speechPC>> My worry breaking into a laugh, seeing his pussy-eating grin. <br><br> He tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted muscles that I loved. <<speechPC>>"You gonna say anything?"<</speechPC>> I laughed again, my eyes staring at his cock, visibly aching. <br><br> Without warning, my head was being <<linkexpand "pulled">> pulled to it. <br><br> <<face shocked runny>> My mouth? <br><br> On //that//? <br><br> He pees out of it! <br><br> I mmmphed in surprise, the words stopped by the flesh in between my lips. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes looking at him in surprise, eyebrows raised, but he wasn't paying attention except to the <<if $Body.virginityLostIn != "HS">>new <</if>>sensation. He was grunting and pulling firmly at the back of my head. <br><br> My hands pressed at his thighs but he pressed harder. Continuing to suck, I bobbed and applied pressure with my tongue and suction with my mouth, feeling the heartbeat against my cheeks and roof of my mouth as he fucked my mouth. <<if $Body.virgin>>So, I guess I wasn't going to be losing my virginity.<</if>> <br><br> And then my head was being pulled back by my hair while he was climbing <<linkexpand "ontop of me">> ontop of me, his free hand pushing my thighs out of his way as he lined himself up, lubricated with my spit and incredibly ready to go now. The arousal was burning brightly in his ''gorgeous'' eyes. <<if $Body.virgin>>Oh, I guess I //was//.<</if>> <br><br> <<face hurt1>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"C-condom."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some kind of protection before <<if $Body.virgin>>-- yep, I was losing my virginity because -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips driving down firmly as he shook his head, <<speech "Samson">>"Bible says no."<</speech>> With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly but for the first time was enough to silence my response. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, finally able to speak and taking what moment I had to get some consideration before <<if $Body.virgin>> -- yep, I was losing my virginity because -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips driving down firmly with a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly but for the first time was enough to silence my response. <</if>> <br><br> He shuddered, which brought me out of my pain. I giggled, loving that I could see and ''feel'' his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Samson">>"Good, right?"<</speech>> I nodded without realizing it, enraptured by his beauty. And that he was finally talking. <<speech "Samson">>"Worth the wait, right?"<</speech>> He asked me while his muscles rippled, holding himself over me, hips casually pounding between my open thighs. <<speechPC>>"Y-yes."<</speechPC>> Lying was wrong, but I didn't know what else to say. <br><br> He immediately began to draw back and push into me harder, making my back arch and my hands clenched at his clenching cheeks. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, and I melted, tears welling in my eyes. I fought to not cry -- whether from discomfort or from happiness -- not ruin this. <br><br> We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but I saw why people did it again and again. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Samson">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my face reacting to the insistence and selfishness of his thrusts. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Samson">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Already did, remember?"<</speechPC>> He nodded but gave me the most wicked smile, shifting his weight and flicking his head. Sweat splattered from his forehead and hair down across me, the cool wetness making me giggle. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>G-god.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final <<linkexpand "release.">> release. <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. Still cumming, I wasn't thinking about anything but returning the favor. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Samson">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and my hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back, feeling him occasionally push against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. <<speechPC>>"So...that was sex, huh."<</speechPC>> I giggled out as his seed thickened and soaked into me. <<speech "Samson">>"Yeah. Amazing, right?"<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. I nodded as we kissed. It really was amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do now. <br><br> <</if>> He was smiling too, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me into a deeper kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> The stickiness began between us as he began to soften. <br><br> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Samson M "Samson, hottie from Youth Group, my first" "age: 19" "ethnicity: black">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Petey. My first crush. My first relationship. All my firsts. <br><br> I was all of his too. <br><br> We were the quintessential high school sweethearts. There was a time when I thought he'd be my everything. <br><br> When it came to sex, I think we were both equally scared of the whole thing. We both //wanted// it, but fear kept us in the 2nd/3rd base area for a good year or so. <br><br> Hardcore makeouts at a movie theatre. Fingering and handjobs under the blankets. Blowjobs, dry humping. You name it, we did it. <br><br> Not well, we were figuring everything out every step of the way, fumbling our way stickily to orgasms and sating our horniness. <br><br> Then came the fateful weekend when his Uncle was away and he had a key to their house. That it was happening was an unspoken truth. The week was electric: coming up with the right excuses and 'plans'... <br><br> Finally, the 'sleepover at <<print $CC.FFName>>'s'.' <br><br> It was a slow progression: something on Netflix that we weren't watching. Making out where we peeled each other's clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> I squirmed, his fingers digging hard in and out between my legs. Panting, I looked up at him, my tits slightly jiggling as he warmed me up. <br><br> His cock was hot, hard and sticky poking at my inner thigh. He was so stiff, it was barely moving with his throbbing excitement. <<speechPC>>"Got the condoms, right?"<</speechPC>> As if he had planned the moment, he smiled and flourished a whole roll, draping them dramatically across my bare midriff. <<speech "Petey">>"Got a weekend to prepare for."<</speech>> His fingers weren't inside me anymore, my question the consent. He was tearing one off the rope, squatting on his knees between my thighs. His cock pointing to the ceiling as he leaned his stomach and weight against my thighs, preoccupied with the prophylactic. <br><br> Was...I supposed to be doing something? It kind of felt like a sudden drop-off of passion as he worked at the condom. <br><br> I thought back to all the porn I had watched and couldn't really find anything that told me what to do. So I waited, watching him nearly tear the condom as he pulled it free. A sharp intake of breath, <<speech "Petey">>"Don't do that."<</speech>> He frowned at me, and I saw his cock start to flag. <br><br> Reaching down, I took it and stroked, reinvigorating him and 'apologizing'. He grunted, pleasure coursing through him, condom between two fingers as he looked down at me and my waiting pussy. <<speech "Petey">>"Maybe...we should save this for later?"<</speech>> wiggling the rubber and starting to lean down, preparing to fuck me without. <<if $Body.fertile>> <<speechPC>>"No fucking way, Petey. You //know//--"<</speechPC>> He rolled his eyes and rolled the thing over his cock, shoving my hand out of the way in annoyance, <<speech "Petey">>"Yeah, yeah..."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Maybe later, if you're a good boy."<</speechPC>> Sure, it was //probably// safe. We both knew it, but I still didn't want to risk anything right away. He wouldn't either, if he wasn't so horny. He rolled his eyes and rolled the thing over his cock, shoving my hand out of the way in annoyance, <<speech "Petey">>"Yeah, yeah..."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> He finished positioning himself. Both of us looking down at the rubberized cocktip pushing up and down at my entrance. <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, a little ''too'' sensitive when he nudged my clit. <<if $Body.virgin>> A part of me tensed, worried about losing my virginity. No going back--<<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<speech "Petey">>"Shit, sorry. You okay?"<</speech>> He looked more pained than I must have in the moment. He leaned down and pecked me on the nose. <<speechPC>>"It's okay."<</speechPC>> He nodded and began to push deeper. His eyes vacated, his mouth gaped. Was he whimpering? <br><br> Eyebrows lifted, gazing at his face and not wanting to ruin this first time, my hands stroked slowly down his abdomen as we both felt him ballsdeep within me. <br><br> Here we <<linkexpand "go.">> go. <<face confused>> He shuddered, <<speech "Petey">>"Wish I could really feel you."<</speech>> My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <<speechPC>>"Not good enough?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Petey">>"No! You feel //amazing//."<</speech>> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> I squirmed but he was somewhere else, not able to react to my discomfort. He was literally shuddering, his hips awkwardly working in jerks forward and back. Then, with a pained whine, he slowly pressed fully within me again. <br><br> Then he pulled back, giving me reprieve. His hips were making short, jerky motions on each movement as if trying to figure out which way to go. I breathed softly, watching and feeling him, hoping he'd find some rhythm and we'd get to the sex part soon. Cuz right then it just felt like...him in me. Woo. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a <<linkexpand "final release.">>final release. Whining, he gyrated his hips against me as he came. <br><br> Oh. He was done. <br><br> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me. Entranced, I felt the heat of his member, the pumping of his penis inside me as it did its job. <br><br> And then he was done, smiling and giving me a deep kiss while flexing his hips against me before withdrawing. I gasped and winced slightly as the cock pulled out of me, the condom tugging at my lips as it came free as well, heavy with the load. <<speech "Petey">>"Can probably go again in a few minutes?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure."<</speechPC>> I nodded. I was certain the next time would be better, longer. He tied the condom and deposited it in a trashcan that he had set beside us, pre-planned. <<speech "Petey">>"You cum?"<</speech>> Oh, Petey. I shook my head with as kind a smile as I could manage -- a very practiced response. <<speech "Petey">>"Probably would without a condom..."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes and pulled him close, cuddling. <<if !$Body.virgin>> Glad I didn't save myself for //that//... <<else>> So that was sex. Huh. Really was quick like they said and not some porno-length session. <</if>> <<speech "Petey">>"I love you."<</speech>> I froze. That came out of nowhere. Something caught in my throat. <<speechPC>>"I...love you, too."<</speechPC>> I hadn't expected that. I didn't know if he meant it. Or if I did. <br><br> We did spend the entire weekend fucking like bunnies. That couch, every bed. In the shower, on the tables. It was like he had a playbook for all the different places and positions he had in mind. <br><br> Eventually, I learned that with Petey, I had to get myself there because he wasn't going to do the job. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Petey M "Petey, first crush, my first" "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Wes. //The// popular guy at school. I definitely wasn't his first. I knew that for a fact. I could probably give you a list of who he was //their// first, though. He had a magnetism to him. <br><br> There was this aura and status to him at school. His confidence ''worked''. Time and again. On others. <br><br> On me. <br><br> There was almost like a rhythm or standard operating procedure from the way he behaved. He had a method perfected, not just for notches, but 'pathfinding' women. <br><br> I wasn't the only girl on his radar. At least that's what he made me believe. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. <br><br> I certainly wasn't about to go around school and ask other girls if they were talking to him. <br><br> Some days I had all of his attention. Other days, zero. Hot and cold. Cold and hot. It made the moments where I had him all the more intense, like a drug that I needed, that I had to cling to -- make <<linkexpand "the most of.">> the most of. <br><br> <<face confused>> We'd been making out, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. I was pawing at him with the excitement, getting this worked up with no plans of going further. I giggled at his grunts. I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. I wanted him too. But not that way. Not yet. Not right now. <br><br> It's not that I was afraid <<if $Body.virgin>>of losing my virginity.<<else>>of hooking up with him.<</if>> But it was something new and it was a bit scary. Especially because it was //Wes//. <br><br> I didn't want to be another girl of his, I didn't want it to be just one time. If I gave it up there was the risk it was over and he'd have gotten what he wanted. <br><br> You couldn't take it back. I just...wasn't ready <<linkexpand "yet.">> yet. <br><br> Suddenly, he was pulling me up. I yelped, tight against him as his fingers dug at my ass, trying to peel my skirt <<linkexpand "upward.">> upward. <<liftUpDress>> I giggled into his mouth and tugged back down. Give him a little feel but not give him the wrong idea. <br><br> He bit at my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, our kiss broken for a moment and his eyes flashed devilishly. I smirked and bit back at his, tugging lightly with my teeth and then we dove in again. <br><br> My hands battled with Wes, my skirt up again. Fine. Then the hem of my top, //Fine//. Grab one of my...<<shake>>tits<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> All I could manage before he dove in for another insistent kiss. My shirt was coming up and my hands were at his wrists. Both of us were pulling. He was <<linkexpand "winning.">> winning. <<upper>> <br><br> The pressure of his mouth against mine was leaning me back. He was climbing over me and getting between my legs, pulling them apart firmly as I began to realize that he didn't feel it was as fun to get this worked up if we weren't going to take it home. <br><br> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him tug my hips and <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> just how easy access I was. <<else>> dragging my underwear down my legs. <</if>> And then he immediately dropped himself between my thighs <<linkexpand "again.">> <<panties>> again. <br><br> Undoing his belt and zipper, he was leaning over me, looking down at the goal of his quest between my legs, his chest heaving and breath a series of rapid pants, <<speechPC>>"I...I'm not sure..."<</speechPC>> my fingers plaintively trying to find the edge of his pants and hint to maybe...keep them closed? <<speech "Wes">>"About what?"<</speech>> He grinned broadly as his insistence was freed. Goddamn he was hard. The cock didn't even move as it came free from within his pants. His heartbeat made it slightly waver with increased tension. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I've never..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Wes">>"Better late than never."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Just not sure if now--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Wes">>"Now is perfect."<</speech>> <</if>> He smiled, pushing my thighs back and smacking his cock against my sticky, soaked slit. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of my engorged clit. <<speech "Wes">>"I do."<</speech>> His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it further. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> I motioned for him to mount me and he nodded, wordlessly moving into position. <br><br> He pressed the head slightly inside me. Oh. That felt //nice//. Okay. <<speechPC>>"Mmm."<</speechPC>> Poking slightly in and drawing back, enjoying working me up. Okay. He won. <br><br> I reached back and gave a pull at his ass, arching my back as the entry happened. Oh, he was in. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Sorry...you, uh, got a..."<</speechPC>> He nodded vigorously, <<speech "Wes">>"One sec,"<</speech>> digging in his crumpled pants pocket. <<speechPC>>"Cool, thanks...I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs, face shifting as he and I both realized the lack of protection at the same time, <<speech "Wes">>"Uh, wasn't really...expecting this, ya know?"<</speech>> a smile seeking understanding. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, makes sense."<</speechPC>> He wasn't? <<speech "Wes">>"You...got any?"<</speech>> His cock was beginning to wane, I shook my head, but reached down to stroke, to stoke the fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, so I guiding it forward, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Wes">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the touch. <<speech "Wes">>"Y-you really should...if you're not...on..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I wasn't expecting it either."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, leaning in, letting my stroking push his cockhead up and down my waiting slit. <<speech "Wes">>"So, call it even?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wait, r-really...?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, applying some pressure and I felt myself being penetrated, <<speech "Wes">>"I'll pull out."<</speech>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...//good//. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded. <</if>> <br><br> Slowly, he pushed the cock inside me. Skilled, like he'd taken girl's <<linkexpand "cherries.">> cherries. <<face hurt1>> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could see and feel his reaction. My hands slid down his back as he slid into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Wes">>"Good cock, right?"<</speech>> he chuckled and immediately began to ram firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. Gone was the easy entry. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands quickly moving to press up at his stomach for relief. <br><br> Ignoring the hints, or, based on his expression, just not even looking for them -- he hammered away, grunting out, <<speech "Wes">>"Take it like a good girl, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He leaned forward on over me, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It was a strange new sensation when he fully inserted. And it was not what I expected as he continued going. <br><br> I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. And that realization was confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> Why wasn't he noticing my reactions? I didn't want to scare him though. <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. His grin larger, grunts deeper and focusing harder, <<speech "Wes">>"Good girl. Cum on my cock."<</speech>> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was...not...going to. I quickly nodded, biting my lower lip and putting on the best show I could. My fingernails dug into his stomach, more out of the discomfort than my ecstasy. I let my squeals from his invasion out easier, hoping they'd be misconstrued. <br><br> They <<linkexpand "were.">> were. <<face shocked>> /* New Creampie GIF Missionary White */ <br><br> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, <<speech "Wes">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> while fully emptying. <<speech "Wes">>"Goddamn good pussy."<</speech>> He was grunting as he felt my pussy pulling at his sensitive meat as he thrust deeply, finishing. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. <<speech "Wes">>"Feel that?"<</speech>> He smiled, not any effort at pulling out. I nodded, still frozen. <<speech "Wes">>"Too late now anyway, enjoy it."<</speech>> Flushed, he smiled at me. <br><br> In that moment I could either have freaked the fuck out...or what I did: I nodded and pulled him back down, I figured he was right, I guess. <br><br> I sucked at his tongue, holding still while he thrust against me, getting every bit of his cum out and enjoying the clutch on his bare cock. <br><br> Eventually, he was going soft and broke the kiss. I whimpered, more of his hot-cold bullshit. <br><br> He dismounted with a satisfied sigh, checking out the gape between my legs as he put his clothes back on. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <<speech "Wes">>"You should probably clean up."<</speech>> I nodded and awkwardly shuffled off. <br><br> Another notch on his belt, despite all I had wanted. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Wes M "Wes, my first" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> Spending time after hours at school meant there were fewer people around, and those that were around weren't actually school staff. <br><br> Whether it was detention, practice, avoiding going home, or waiting for a ride, sometimes I was around way after everyone else. <br><br> It was during those off-hours that a sweaty, extremely confident construction worker made his move. Marco. <br><br> A cat call as I walked by -- it shocked me because school was a safe place. The shock got past my normal defenses and we got to chatting. He didn't want to work, I really enjoyed the attention. <br><br> Nothing untoward except for our age gap and his clear interest in me. <br><br> The next day, I had no reason to stay later but I came up with an excuse. His questions got more personal and he clearly was taking a break to spend it with me. The other guys on his crew were giving him a wide berth. Grinning every time they saw me. <br><br> <<speech "Marco">>"Hey, you get to see what they're doing with the gym?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh uh no. They said it was just redoing the floors?<</speechPC>> <<speech "Marco">>"Come on."<</speech>> He smiled, waving me past the barriers we had been expressly forbidden from crossing. <br><br> I had expected work to be happening. Other crewmates around. Nope. The floors had been ripped up, the gym a shell of what it had been. Empty and a liminal space. A space 'other' than school. <br><br> Just us. <<speechPC>>"Wow, //cool//."<</speechPC>> It wasn't believable, but I didn't know what else to say to what looked like a haphazard demolition job more than actual construction. It was unfinished, uncomfortable, but for his purposes -- unoccupied. He pulled me towards him, ignoring my response to the reveal. His hands pawed at my ass, <<speech "Marco">>"Gawd, girl."<</speech>> I tried to drag myself away, <<speechPC>>"What are you doinggg..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Marco">>"Oh come on now--"<</speech>> His thick lips pressed to mine. The rough, worker's hands gripped at the bare flesh along my skirt. <br><br> What did I do? I froze. We started making out. I was stunned, but not ''quite'' surprised? Not to mention that something flipped on inside me, growing with each move of our tongues or grab of his hands. <br><br> He smelled. Sweaty, cigarettes, a beer from lunch. Sawdust and musk. Maybe that was what triggered me, or his approach, or that it was so wrong -- everything about it. In any event, what became a struggle turned into some unbridled passion that came out of nowhere. <br><br> My shoes scrabbled against the torn up flooring. His belly pressed to my tits, our tongues stuffing down each other's throats; practically eating each other's faces. I giggled at his grunts. I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. I wanted him too, in the moment. <br><br> It's not that I was afraid <<if $Body.virgin>>of losing my virginity.<<else>>of hooking up with him.<</if>> But it was something //very// new and it incredibly scary. <br><br> With the ease of his strength, he lifted me. I yelped, tight against him as his fingers dug at my ass, trying to peel my skirt <<linkexpand "upward.">> upward. <<liftUpDress>> I giggled into his mouth and tugged back down, vainly. <br><br> He smacked my bared ass hard, <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, our kiss broken for a moment and his eyes flashed devilishly. I smirked and tried to smack his, my legs curling around his thick waist. He laughed as I missed, then we dove in again. <br><br> My hands battled with his at the hem of my top for the barest of moments. Fine. Grab one of my...<<shake>>tits<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> Surprise, complaint but stopped when he dropped to start //sucking// at one, yanking my top <<linkexpand "up.">> up. <<upper>> <br><br> My shirt was coming up, I was melting under his suckle and strength. I lost the top to somewhere on the ruined floor of the gym. <br><br> The pressure of his mouth against my rock-hard nipple was intense. I was gawking up at the vaulted ceilings while he casually walked me over to the retracted bleachers, pinning me between him and them. <br><br> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him plant his hips squarely against my crotch and <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> discovering just how easy access I was. <<else>> tugging my underwear aside. <</if>> <br><br> Undoing his belt and zipper, he was huffing into my face, glancing down as he quested between my splayed thighs, his chest heaving and breath a series of rapid pants, <<speechPC>>"I...I'm not sure..."<</speechPC>> my fingers plaintively trying to find the edge of his pants and hint to maybe...keep them closed? He grinned broadly as the only response. I gasped, feeling he was free. Goddamn he was hard. He dug his mushroom head firmly at my mound, searching for my opening. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I've never..."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Just not sure if now--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Marco">>"Now is perfect."<</speech>> <</if>> He smiled, grabbing under my knees. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of my engorged clit. <<speech "Marco">>"I do."<</speech>> His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it <<linkexpand "further.">> further. <<face hurt1>> <<speechPC>>"C-condom."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, realizing it //was// going to happen <<if $Body.virgin>>-- yep, I was losing my virginity because -- <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> there it went. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> His hips slammed my ass firmly against the wood of the bleachers, <<speech "Marco">>"Fuck!"<</speech>> With a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>but for the first time<<else>>but //hard//<</if>> was enough to turn my response into a yelp that echoed in the gym. <br><br> He shuddered, <<speech "Marco">>"Yer so hot."<</speech>>. My hands pressed at his flannel shirt. He grabbed back, hips easily keeping me held against the bleachers while he pinned my wrists above my head. <br><br> Biting hard at my lower lip, brow furrowd, instinctively I thighs wider, feet lifting higher his crotch met mine again and again. I felt the warm weight of his ''large'' sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Marco">>"Christ you're //hot//."<</speech>> my pussy? my face? my body? Whatever it was, he wasn't going to wait, immediately ramming to the hilt repeatedly. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. I grit my teeth and body tensed, my hands twitching and clenching as they tried to struggle. <br><br> The large, //much// older construction worker simply hammered away, probably all he knew how, <<speech "Marco">>"Fuck girl."<</speech>> <br><br> He leaned back slightly, his face focused but eyes taking in my body as it bounced and reacted to his thrusting. <br><br> The venue, his manner, the ridged seam of the bleachers that dug at my back and ass. Everything about this was uncomfortable and there was nothing I could do. <<if $Body.virgin>> It was a strange new sensation. Pain had been expected, this was fitting the bill. <br><br> I had heard that the first time hurt. I wondered if I was bleeding. <<else>> I usually enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside me, but this was not going to be one of those times. And that realization was confirmed as he continued going. <br><br> I couldn't help but squirm, gasp and make faces. <</if>> <br><br> My pussy yelled at me. His reactions told me he was feeling the ''exact'' opposite. He was grinning big, eyes stuck on my bare tits becoming hazy. He was <<linkexpand "close.">> close. <<face shocked>> <br><br> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy2 thighs2>> I gasped, feeling his cock become so rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. VERY thickly. I bit my lower lip as he dug his cockhead at my cervix while he pumped his load against and into it. So many times. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, growling and watching the shudder of my breasts while fully emptying into me. Then he sighed and bent in, sucking at the tit which hadn't received his ministrations earlier. Still pinning me, I gasped while he suckled and occasionally drove his cock inside me, making sticky, squelching noises. I felt heat and wetness oozing around us until his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <br><br> We sighed together. I felt him finally relaxing and letting go of one hand, then the other. They throbbed, dropping to either side of him. Those rough hands grabbed at my waist as he stepped back, holding me there til I could extend my legs down and he could settle me there. He was staring at the mess of my thighs and pussy and smiling dumbly. <<speech "Marco">>"You're incredible, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Finally using my name. I guess he remembered. <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <<if $Body.fertile>><<speechPC>>"You mighta knocked me up!"<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"What if I hadn't been on something?!"<</speechPC>><</if>> I smacked his thick stomach. It felt silly, schoolgirl-ish, ineffective. <br><br> He shrugged, <<speech "Marco">>"You're fine."<</speech>> Helping me get my clothes back in order, <<speech "Marco">>"You're //fine//."<</speech>> As if hitting on me would solve everything. <br><br> We headed out of the gym after our 'inspection' to the applause and hoots of his crew. Since I didn't have any actual reason to be staying after school, I didn't have a ride set up. That meant while I figured out a way home, I hung out with him and the guys. <br><br> They made me feel at ease, included. Appreciated. It made how shitty the sex was a distant memory. Much to Marco's future benefit. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Marco M "Marco, construction Worker at school, my first" "olderMan: true" "age: 52" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit HScheer>> Warren. <br><br> He led our Varsity squad on the field, he had an aura around him off the field. <br><br> We were at an after-game celebration which he had been integral in winning. He always was. <<speech "Warren">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> He approached //me//: new on the squad. I was flattered. I was floored. I could barely speak. <br><br> It was like being in the thrall of a rockstar. <br><br> Even though I'd literally seen him make moves like this before (he had a //rep//), I melted before him. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah?"<</speechPC>> He waved a hand, sloshing the party punch in his cup, motioning away from the main congregation, <<speech "Warren">>"Loud in here. Wanna...?"<</speech>> My head nodded like a bobblehead. <br><br> It was quieter, but he didn't want to talk. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It was my first time. With him, it would be memorable, right? Mind mind raced with rationalization. <<else>> So what about his rep, it wasn't like I was a prude either... <</if>> <<face happy>> We'd barely made it into the bedroom before arms were around his neck, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. <br><br> He tasted sickly sweet: like Kool-Aid. <br><br> He picked me up effortlessly, tackling me to the bed. I giggled. <<speechPC>>"Touchdown."<</speechPC>> A stupid thing to say, but I thought it was cute in the moment. <br><br> I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. <br><br> I wanted him too. I started at his pants, loving the massive grin that I was rewarded with. <br><br> He was yanking at my uniform. <<speech "Warren">>"These things are so awkward to take off."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I knowww..."<</speechPC>> I'd freed his cock, stiff as steel, but far, //far// from impressive. The end of my phrase trailing off as I looked away as quickly as I could to avoid judgement. <<speechPC>>"Here..."<</speechPC>> I joined him in the efforts to remove my <<linkexpand "uniform">> <<upper>><<lower>><<bra>><<panties>> uniform. <br><br> I found new excitement in his strength, grabbing firmly at my body, tearing the clothes away from me. Laughing with each jerk, a violent but playful way to get naked. <br><br> Then he was climbing ontop of me from <<linkexpand "behind.">> behind. <<dollRearView>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> Not how I had imagined it, but then I could just feel him -- the feral creature that I wanted. Alpha of the school. <<speechPC>>"Condom?"<</speechPC>> I could feel his cockhead probing me, hearing him hauk into his hand and lube himself up. Sexy... <<speech "Warren">>"Sure. You got one?"<</speech>> Looking back at him incredulously, <<speechPC>>"You don't?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Warren">>"Seems like neither do you. No one ever uses them anyway."<</speech>> Oh, that's supposed to make me feel better? <<speech "Warren">>"I've got a lot of practice at pulling out."<</speech>> My skin tingled. I wasn't sure about this, but I felt him mashing against me, moments away from entry. I could only imagine the stories that would spread through school if I said no -- and all that would entail. Even if we didn't hook up, people would say we did. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Still...Did I tell him I was a virgin? Almost instantly I knew the answer was no. It'd either freak him out or he wouldn't care -- which would be almost as bad. <br><br> <</if>> I looked back at him, one hand holding my hip, the other hand between us as he gazed at the view. <<speech "Warren">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> he grunted at the sensation of my unprotected heat against his bare tip. <<speech "Warren">>"Feels great, right? See?"<</speech>> He asked as he applied pressure, parting my folds. <br><br> Chuckling at his salesman approach, <<speech "Warren">>"What."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing. It does."<</speechPC>> A little ticked, he rammed <<linkexpand "inside me.">> inside me. <br><br> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...''good''. I nodded. <<face hurt1>> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could feel his reaction. My head dropped lower, trying to give him a better angle for his short runway. <br><br> I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my mound as he crammed himself firmly inside me. I could feel his stiffness and heat, but that was mostly it. <br><br> <<speech "Warren">>"Like that?"<</speech>> He didn't wait for my response, both hands on my hips as he rammed firmly between my legs. No lead-up, no previews, fucking. My <<print $Body.tits>> bouncing underneath me, I panted. Shouldn't this have...<<if $Body.virgin>>hurt? Or something?<<else>>been more uncomfortable?<</if>> <<speech "Warren">>"Like that?<</speech>> He kept repeating. Fortunately for him, I could give him little noises or words of affirmation. Unfortunately for me. <br><br> His hands gripped tighter at the meat of my ass, his powerful body banging away at me. The room was full of the creaking bed, his grunting and commentary, the smacking of us together. It //sounded// like a good fuck. <<speech "Warren">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> Shit. He was trying to make me cum and I definitely was...not...going to. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Immediately aware of why women faked it. <br><br> I dipped my fingers down between my legs, trying to get between his slapping sack and my clit. I just needed to start the engine before he came. <br><br> Didn't even get the <<linkexpand "motor going.">> motor going. A final hard thrust, 'ballsdeep'. <br><br> My fingers rolled over my clit, feeling his cock become //so// rigid and begin to twitch inside me, surprised as I felt the heat emptying into me thickly. I bit my lower lip, trying to get there, focused. His grip too tight on my hips to try and pull away even if I wanted to. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do once he was finished. <br><br> Fully distracting me from my orgasm. <</if>> And then he was done, smiling and flexing his hips a few times, <<speech "Warren">>"//Touchdown//."<</speech>> while fully emptying and then <<linkexpand "withdrawing.">> withdrawing. <<restoreLook>> <<upper>><<lower>><<bra>><<panties>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> The stickiness beginning in my crotch as his spent cock popped free from my clutch. <<speechPC>>"Warren!"<</speechPC>> I tried to swing an arm back at him as he pushed me away, depositing me on my side. <<speech "Warren">>"Pussy was too good."<</speech>> He was grunting as he felt my pussy pulling at his sensitive meat as he withdrew. I nodded, not sure of what else to say or do. <<speech "Warren">>"Felt great though, right?."<</speech>> I nodded, still frozen. <<speech "Warren">>"Hey, forget about it, too late now."<</speech>> Flushed, he smiled at me. I nodded and tried to guide him back down for a kiss, I didn't want to be and one-and-done with him, even if this was the sex. <br><br> He was too strong, pulling away to put his clothes back on. <<speech "Warren">>"Let's get back to the party."<</speech>> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <br><br> Warren was more than happy to have me waiting in the wings for him, though it never became anything //truly// serious or exclusive. It was Warren. I knew what I got into. <<vCardCheck Warren M "Warren, high school Varsity QB, my first" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit gang>> Being a girl in a gang has a massively sexual element to it. <br><br> It was kind of like a harem, and Amari was our leader, which meant when he selected someone, he got what he wanted. <br><br> Otherwise, you were dismissed, unprotected...or worse. <br><br> He always liked the fresh and new ones before others had their pass. It was a ritual, it was the rule, it was expected. <br><br> Needless to say, I was an oddball in the gang -- snide comments, glares and looks -- so when he selected me, it felt like being truly accepted. <<speech "Amari">>"<<print $CC.name>> stay."<</speech>> We'd just concluded a meeting. I instantly went to heel without even thinking. You could feel the ripple through the others. His lieutenants would stay after for further briefing on plans. I wasn't one of those. <br><br> Not a single person looked at me as they left the room. <<speech "Amari">>"It's hot to have someone diff'rent around."<</speech>> He was unfastening his belt and pushing down his jeans in front of me. <br><br> Also doglike, I dropped to my knees before him. <<speech "Amari">>"Been distracted all meeting."<</speech>> He clearly had been. He was weighty and mostly hard. <br><br> I took his dark meat <<linkexpand "into my mouth">> into my mouth without hesitation. I needed to prove that I was worth his desire. <<face confused runny>> <br><br> God he was large. My discomfort was muffled by the thick thing in my mouth. I worked and bobbed, trying to check in with him but he was on his phone. Shit. Was I not doing a good enough job. <br><br> I pushed myself harder, forcing myself to gag on his cock. <<speech "Amari">>"Mmm."<</speech>> He grunted. I did it again. Again. It was getting a reaction. <br><br> I didn't want to vomit, but clearly he had been getting gluk-gluk that anything less... <br><br> Pausing from time to time, I breathed in around his cock, little respites before subjecting the back of my throat to his swollen cockhead. <br><br> I was sloppy, spitty, eyes running and bleary-eyed. I was also about to cry for fear I wasn't going to be able to make him cum. <br><br> <<speech "Amari">>"Lemme crack."<</speech>> He pulled the length from my mouth firmly smacking me across the face with it. I nodded, panting and wiping the wetness from my face as I stood in front of him and tried to take my clothes <<linkexpand "off for him.">> off for him. <<outfit naked>> <br><br> He grabbed at one of my tits when it popped out, making it difficult to undress, but I didn't fight. <<speech "Amari">>"Fuckin' hot."<</speech>> He nodded, gazing at my naked body. He used the grip on my tit to guide me towards him. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> Should I tell him it was my first time? //God// no. <br><br> <</if>> <<speech "Amari">>"I can tell you're not used to this..."<</speech>> He nodded at his sloppy cock, pulling me onto his lap. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> It was all I could muster. A little doe with the wolf. His dark eyes sparkled with my reactions: I must have been //so// different from the others. With me, he wasn't slumming in a way, I guess. <<speech "Amari">>"So you can get used to it this time."<</speech>> ''This'' time! There'd be more. <<if $Body.fertile>>Risk the farthest thing from my mind, <</if>>I practically grabbed the fat cock and pushed it <<linkexpand "right in.">> right in. My head dropped against his shoulder, trying to hide my reaction to the sharp entry. <<speech "Amari">>"Gawww dayumm, girl."<</speech>> I could feel his hips resisting their instinct to push up harder into me. His hands stroked down my body. My breaths were shuddering and broken as the cock slowwwly was pressing up into me. <<speech "Amari">>"Gonna break that pussy."<</speech>> I shifted myself over him, thighs wider and feet hooking at his knees. Gasping and gasping, the length kept going, was it ever going to end? The fat head crammed firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. My lips shook, jaw and hands shaking as I tried to get him fully inside me, forcing down harder, just to be rewarded by painful searing pain as my pussy disagreed. <<speech "Amari">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, leaning back. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Amari">>"Don't worry, girl. Don't ruin yourself."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> I nodded with the most relieved smile and laugh. I clutched myself to him and began to work my hips, listening to his grunts as guidance. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped screaming. I'd sore as fuck, but I saw why people did it again and again. I'd just need a week after this. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Amari">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, I pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. Be sore as fuck, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> I think he could tell I was beginning to enjoy it, <<speech "Amari">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> Was I? If not, should I <<linkexpand "lie?">> -- <<face ahego>> <<speechPC>>"AHHHH!"<</speechPC>> I screamed out as the most massive orgasm ripped through me. <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> My hips had stopped moving as I shuddered atop him. <br><br> My cumming was some sort of trigger for him. He grabbed my hips and leaned against me, roughly ramming at my cervix with short, insistent thrusts. Grunting loudly in my ear. Ohhhh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. He growled, pulling at my hips, eyes clenched.his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final release. <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing up tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Amari">>"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and my hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back, feeling him occasionally push against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. I giggled out as his seed thickened and soaked into me. <<speech "Amari">>"Mhmm girl. We're gonna have fun."<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. <br><br> I practically jerked back, nearly breaking it. A kiss? <br><br> Then I melted into it, nodding as we kissed. It really was amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled and my mind raced, practically imagining the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me as I ran through my options and what I was going to do now. <br><br> <</if>> He was smiling too, arms curling around my shoulders and pulling me into a deeper kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> The stickiness began between us as he began to soften. <br><br> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. <br><br> It was a kind of romantic I hadn't expected from him or being chosen. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Amari M "Amari, our Leader, my first" "age: 29" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face happy>> Clay. <br><br> He was the touchpoint between me and the label, which meant we would meet up for coffee and get into the weeds together on what could be good for my career. It felt good to be the focus of his attention. He was so passionate about //me// (and he was cute). Not //too// much older. <br><br> Our meetings were increasingly away from the office and in more intimate, personal locations. Coffee shops evolved into meeting at restaurants or...the lobby of a hotel. <br><br> They also became less about my career and more about each other. Maybe because I wasn't getting anywhere, or because we both had something different in mind. <br><br> I honestly can't remember what we'd discussed or how we got up to the room (which he already had booked?). I //do// remember me skipping giddily down the hallway ahead of him and having to backtrack when I overshot his room. <<speechPC>>"Slow downnnn..."<</speechPC>> I giggled through his hungry kisses. We'd been making out, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. <<speech "Clay">>"My lunch break isn't //that// long, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>>. I could tell he was so horny. He wanted me //bad//. Grabbing at his body, I pulled him against me. I wanted him too. <br><br> I hadn't really thought about us hooking up like this except in fantasies and wet dreams, but now that we were in a literal //hotel room// there was little hiding what this was about... <br><br> It's not that I was afraid <<if $Body.virgin>>of losing my virginity.<<else>>of hooking up with him.<</if>> It was just...a bit quick and scary. You couldn't take it back. <br><br> I yelped, he was pulling me up, tight against him as his fingers dug at my ass, trying to peel my skirt upward. I giggled into his mouth and tugged back down. Give him a little feel but not be some wanton slut. <br><br> He bit at my lower lip, <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, our kiss broken for a moment and his eyes flashed devilishly. I smirked and bit back at his, tugging lightly with my teeth and then we dove in again. <br><br> Our hands battled with at the hem of my top. Fine. Grab one of my...<<shake>>tits<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I got out before he dove in for another insistent kiss. My shirt was coming up and my hands were at his wrists. Both of us were pulling. He was <<linkexpand "winning.">> winning. <<upper>><<liftUpDress>> <br><br> The pressure of his mouth against mine was leaning me back. We were on the bed. He was climbing over me and getting between my legs, pulling them apart firmly. <br><br> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him tug my hips up and <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> revealing just how easy access I was. <<else>> yanking up my legs with my underwear. <</if>> <br><br> Yeah. This was //fast//. <br><br> He was between my thighs again. <br><br> I wanted it, but part of me wanted to reject //this//. If I did though...my career... <br><br> Undoing his belt and zipper, he was leaning over me, looking down at the goal of his quest between my legs, his chest heaving and breath a series of rapid pants, <<speechPC>>"I...I'm not sure..."<</speechPC>> my fingers plaintively trying to find the edge of his pants and hint to maybe...keep them closed? <<speech "Clay">>"About what?"<</speech>> He grinned broadly as his insistence was freed. Goddamn he was hard. The cock didn't even move as it came free from within his pants. His heartbeat made it slightly waver with increased tension. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I've never..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clay">>"Might be why you can't hit those high notes."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Clay!"<</speechPC>> That hurt. It also put me on the back foot. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Just not sure if now--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clay">>"Now is perfect."<</speech>> <</if>> He smiled, pushing my thighs back and smacking his cock against my sticky, soaked slit. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of my engorged clit. <<speech "Clay">>"I do."<</speech>> His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it further. My eyes dropped to his cock, visibly aching, spreading my mound and pushing up and down my cleft. Nghh...that did feel good. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Sorry...you, uh, got a..."<</speechPC>> He genuinely looked surprised, <<speech "Clay">>"Shit. I knew I forgot something. I've got //really// good pullout game."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, cool, but uh...I'm just not on..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs, <<speech "Clay">>"Truuuust me. I've got this. Don't have one anyway."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> Wasn't sure what to do with the options on the table. <<speechPC>>"Not your first time, huh?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clay">>"Ha. No."<</speech>> His cock was beginning to wane, and he began rubbing himself against my pussy to stoke his fire. I didn't want to kill the mood, <<speechPC>>"You sure?"<</speechPC>> His eyes fluttered at the feeling of my pussy against his head. <<speech "Clay">>"Ngh..."<</speech>> The feeling of my unprotected heat against his bare tip. <<speech "Clay">>"Feels great, right?"<</speech>> He asked as he applied pressure, parting my folds. <br><br> I nodded. He did seem experienced, especially in comparison to me. <<speechPC>>"You'll pull out, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Clay">>"I //said// I would."<</speech>> A little ticked at the question, but less so once his head <<linkexpand "pushed inside.">> pushed inside. <<panties>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...''good''. I nodded. <br><br> He shuddered and I felt a pang of jealousy. He was //loving// this. He pushed into me, my walls fighting his entrance and each stroke. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine, trying to find comfort. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix -- //jesus// -- that was unexpected. My hand pushed at his stomach each time he stuffed my innards aside like that. <br><br> He took it as a sign of pleasure, <<speech "Clay">>"Lemme hear you."<</speech>> grinning big. <<speechPC>>"Can you not go so deep?"<</speechPC>> A flash of surprise fluttered over his face as he processed the opposite of what he thought was true about sex. <<speech "Clay">>"Uh. Sure."<</speech>> He smiled, pride of his 'size' clearly flooding his brain. //Not what I meant, dude.// He nodded as he lifted over me and pulled his dick-punches. I sighed and nodded, mmphing out into longer soft trills like I sang with, getting used to the sensation of someone inside of me. <br><br> He was frowning a bit, though I could still see the shocks of pleasure as my ridges tugged at his cock -- he was liking this, but he wasn't enjoying what I had asked of him. <<speech "Clay">>"Better?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Clay">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't expected that. I also didn't expect to actually cum, despite that it wasn't hurting now. Good, but not great. Not the way that it felt when I went to work on myself. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> I dropped my hand to my clit and closed my eyes. <<speech "Clay">>"Good, because I'm gonna get soft with this."<</speech>> Instantly, his thrusts changed. He was ramming deep and hard, the exact opposite of what I had asked for. <br><br> It completely threw off my fingers, resetting the orgasm I'd been working at for the barest of moments. <br><br> He, on the other hand, was gritting his teeth. He gave one look over at the clock and went even harder. He was becoming erratic as his need overrode his mind. He began hilting fully inside me and pushed hard, //needy//, against my crotch. He was using me to cum...and I was doing my best to help myself cum too. <br><br> Going to my happy place, I //did// enjoy the extra sensation of being filled and dug into. It gave me another touchstone as I <<linkexpand "touched.">> touched. <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 body1 breasts1 facial1>> I gasped, feeling his cock becoming so rigid and beginning to twitch inside me. Rapidly, he was tugging out of my pussy sharply, making me gasp again. He sat back on his haunches, hand on his sticky cock and pumping wildly as his chest heaved. Hot thick shots of semen shot over my tummy and up to my tits. <br><br> I giggled as some hit me square in the face, <<speech "Clay">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He grunted out, but I don't know how sorry he actually was. <br><br> My fingers moved from rubbing at myself to shielding my slit from his errant spurts. I wouldn't be cumming. He did have game, but I wanted to make sure I //definitely// wouldn't be getting pregnant. <br><br> And then he was done. Smiling and stroking slowly over his cock as it oozed ontop of my hand. <<speech "Clay">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Huh. I hoped it got better.<</if>> <br><br> A wan smile as I looked at him in a hurry, <<speech "Clay">>"The room's booked til tomorrow, feel free--"<</speech>> Distracted by his phone, <<speech "Clay">>"Shit, gotta go."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt weird sticking around that room. I cleaned up and left. <br><br> Quick trysts is what I'd categorize my 'relationship' with Clay as. About as good a lover as he was a manager. But at the time, I thought I needed him. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Clay M "Clay, my leg-up in music and my first" "age: 23" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit lifeguard>> God it was nice being on the beach, seeing every guy in the splendor of the sun. Mostly naked, showing off their bodies, shining in sweat and lotion. It was like getting a sneak preview of what a hookup would be like with them. <br><br> Ian was an absolute stud. Fellow lifeguard, we'd spend some time before swapping shifts on the tower. <br><br> He'd come early to chat, I'd stay late to talk. And on a slow day...we did more than talk. <br><br> I'd curled up in his lap, watching the empty beach and the waves lapping against it. I could feel he was hard against me. We already really weren't wearing much. <br><br> Looking up at him and seeing that smirk, <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> Matching his. <br><br> He leaned down as an answer. I lifted up into him, meeting his lips and we began to make out. Instinctively, I moved to straddle him, my mound grinding back and forth against the hardness he was offering me. He now felt the warmth and wetness that had <<linkexpand "been waiting.">> been waiting. <br><br> <<face ahego>> Fuck. I was //so// horny. He was humping against me, hands tight on my waist. We broke off the kiss, heated breath splashing against each others face. Our eyes heavy lidded. Oh yeah, I think we both could cum this way. <<speech "Ian">>"Fuck. It's chafing."<</speech>> He grimaced. <<speechPC>>"Lemme help."<</speechPC>> My hand had disappeared into his trunks, I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. His grimace melted away. <br><br> He leaned back in the guard tower, looking one way and then the other, grunting as his precum moistened my hand. My pussy ached for more attention. <br><br> Before looking back to me, his hands slid up my body and pulled at the shoulder straps of my one-piece. <<speechPC>>"Heyyy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ian">>"No one's here. It's kinda hot, don'tcha think?"<</speech>> The bathing suit kept peeling down, my tits freed. He latched right onto one -- it was over. <<speechPC>>"Ahhh..."<</speechPC>> I lifted up, giving him some counter force to pull down the rest <<linkexpand "of the way. ">> of the way. <<upper>> He switched nipples, I shuddered. He flipped my suit with a wet smack across the arm of the chair we shared. My hand was stroking him between my thighs, his shaft and head rubbing and poking at my pussy with every movement. I wanted it in. <br><br> His hips lifted, sensing the nearness and availability of my heat, his hand -- now free from needing to get me naked -- diving right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Fuck<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched and my hands pulled him against me. He felt my need and took the opportunity to give a decisive <<linkexpand "thrust up.">> thrust up. <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing back on his chest, trying to free my hips from his hands. His cock half inside me, throbbing. He leaned up, breaking contact with both my clit and my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>Welp. Lost my virginity.<</if>> <br><br> He was frowning, my body was upset, both were needy children denied what felt good. <<speech "Ian">>"What."<</speech>> The tone was firm. Not a question. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry...<<if $Body.fertile>>we need a condom.<<else>>nothing<</if>>..."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin>>It wasn't how I imagined it, not by a //long// shot. In the moment though, it certainly felt really necessary.<</if>> <<speech "Ian">>"Really?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, chewing at my lower lip. His eyes fluttered, hips flexing as he gave in to the need he felt, sinking up into me deeper. <br><br> <<speech "Ian">>"I've got really good pullout game."<</speech>> Confident as arched in pleasure, hilting finally inside me. <<speechPC>>"So, not your first time, huh."<</speechPC>> I gasped at the full penetration. I could see his desire to fuck me anyway as he looked between my legs, <<speech "Ian">>"Truuuust me. I've got this. You think I carry one on duty?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Safety first, though."<</speechPC>> We were mostly just talking and joking, mid-sex. He was thrusting into me, unprotected and I was relaxing into it. <<speech "Ian">>"I practically failed training."<</speech>> Fuck. This felt good. Hurt. But...''good''. I nodded. <<face ahego>> He shuddered and I giggled, loving that I could feel his reaction. My head dropped lower, against his shoulder. My teeth bit into his shoulder both out of the pain of him thrusting into me firmly and the pleasure of his cock driving home. A weird 'both' thing. <br><br> His shorts, down just enough for his cock, rubbed and pressed against my ass. It made me realize where we were, how exposed. My head jerked up. <br><br> Shit. Were there people coming up the beach? I tapped him rapidly on the shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Gonna cum?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ian">>"Yeah, eventually, duh."<</speech>> Gone were any thoughts besides //not// getting caught, <<speechPC>>"Hurry--"<</speechPC>> He barely needed to hear the word, ramming firmly between my legs. Fast, furious. A swimmer with a //lot// of lower body strength. My <<print $Body.tits>> bouncing. My eyes stuck on the approaching shadows. <br><br> Some part of me was having sex, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. I was trying to will those people away. <br><br> Ian did his part, mere moments later, slamming <<linkexpand "home">> home. <<cumSpray mound1 thighs1 pussy1>> <br><br> He grunted, pumping his load inside me despite the promise. I don't know if that was my fault or his, but I wasn't concerned with that -- yet. I squirmed, trying to climb off of him, hands grasping at my suit in a hurry to put it back on. <<speech "Ian">>"Wait. Not done."<</speech>> His hands pulled at me, insistent. <br><br> They were almost upon us, I had no other choice. I grabbed a towel that was fluttering on the back of the tower and pulled it around us. <br><br> I tried to shy away from their gaze, but I could feel it upon us. There was //no// way they couldn't figure out our body orientation and have ''some'' idea of what was going on. <<speech "Ian">>"Afternoon."<</speech>> He waved down to them. <<speechPC>>"Ian!"<</speechPC>> A hushed whisper. <<speech "Ian">>"Nearly hypothermic. Just warming her up."<</speech>> He was incorrigable. I just froze. If I don't move, they won't see me -- some part of my brain //actually// thought. <br><br> What felt like an eternity passed, <<speechPC>>"They gone?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ian">>"Yeah. I'm hard again, too."<</speech>> He chuckled, giving me a firm thrust to literally drive home the point. <br><br> I rolled my eyes at him. <<speechPC>>"Ugh...fine. Quick. No getting caught."<</speechPC>> He gave me a jack-ass salute before going again. <br><br> He came through on his promise. Then I was finally able to go clean up in the ocean. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Ian M "Ian, our lifeguard, my first" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit nerd>> Eric was our Dungeon Master. <br><br> I was the only girl in the group, which had a certain quality about it. Eric fudged some rolls for me, but also brought sex to the forefront of //every// session. <br><br> He entertained the party taking passes at me, the threat of rape should I be defeated, and NPCs always expecting favors. <br><br> I could sense the arousal of the guys at the table as those encounters took place. <br><br> He even included rules that he had found online that formalized sex with die rolls, chances of pregnancy and all of it. <br><br> He introduced those rules to me one day during a session zero when I was about to roll up my Elven Paladin. <<speech "Eric">>"So...what do you think?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I mean. Your campaign, right?"<</speechPC>> As awkward an answer as I could manage. <<speech "Eric">>"Great! We should probably model your character off of you, though, don't you think?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"In what way?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Eric">>"I'm just trying to get a handle on these rules, and...well, it'd be better if they made sense to you too. Not unrealistic, right?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh sure."<</speechPC>> He scooted his chair closer to me, moving the stack of print-outs to me, his fat finger pointing at a heading: Virginity. <<speechPC>>"Are you asking me?"<</speechPC>> I could not have been more uncomfortable. <<speech "Eric">>"Well, are you?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.virgin>> The silence drew on too long. He had his answer. <<speech "Eric">>"Got it. Well, how are you going to roleplay any of this then?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I can try..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Eric">>"I pride my campaigns on realism, you know this, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I nodded. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Nope."<</speechPC>> A little pride might have come out in that moment. I could see a hint of jealousy? I knew there was an energy between us, that he was interested... <</if>> <br><br> He leaned in. Suddenly, we were making out. <br><br> Oh. <br><br> This is what he had in mind. <br><br> I //did// like him. He was the oldest, coolest and most confident guy I knew. Being surrounded by all the other guys I knew put him on a pedastal. <br><br> But this had come out of nowhere. <br><br> We sat there, on our respective chairs, swapping spit. His hands pawing and squeezing at my body, taking ventures to my breasts and thighs. Eventually, my hormones reciprocated and I was pulling myself closer. <br><br> His hands dipped lower, searching between my legs. He broke the kiss, broadly grinning. His other hand was pointing to another header: Arousal. <<speechPC>>"Well. //Yeah//."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Eric">>"Great! Well, my mom's at work, so."<</speech>> He worked on my fly as a continuation, his lips on my neck, the excitement clear in his nipping. I squirmed, looking around the basement where we'd played so many hours of D&D. So familiar, but with colors of violence, puzzles, mystery...and cheetos. Still, my pants were coming <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<lower>><<panties>><<feet>> He was taking everything down and tugging hard, tossing them under the table. He looked down, smacking his lips. <<speech "Eric">>"Wow."<</speech>> <br><br> His hand returned, firmly digging one finger up inside me, testing the water. I yelped. <br><br> His other hand was freeing himself. His cock was out, pulsing in anticipation. <br><br> Pushing aside to the next page, he also revealed a condom: Birth Control. These rules were in-//depth//. <br><br> Smiling, he stood, awkwardly undoing the condom, <<speech "Eric">>"Sorry. One second."<</speech>> eventually getting it out and working it over his cock. Not the most arousing thing in the world and gave me almost too much time to think. <<speech "Eric">>"Okay. We're safe now."<</speech>> He tapped a sub-section of the rules while helping me onto the table. <br><br> It felt like a number of scenarios that had happened over the past year or so, the fantasy sex replaying in my head -- I'm sure it was replaying through his. <br><br> We were both awkwardly laughing as we positioned ourselves. The folding table squeaking and wobbling under our movements until he found the right angle. He shuddered and I gasped. My hands slid down his back as he slid <<linkexpand "into me.">> into me. <br><br> I shifted myself underneath him, thighs wider and feet higher as his crotch met mine. I felt the warm weight of his sack nestle and then press tightly against my ass as he crammed his cockhead firmly up inside me against my cervix. I gasped at my innards being pushed like that. <<speech "Eric">>"You okay?"<</speech>> he froze, mid-way through lifting over me. <<speechPC>>"Y-yeah, just..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded quickly, <<speech "Eric">>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Let me know, okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"There sections on this?"<</speechPC>> I laughed, looking at the papers beside us. His entire countnance changed, serious and unsexual, <<speech "Eric">>"Uh yes. Performance."<</speech>> He flipped through a couple pages and tapped one, grabbing some dice and handing them to me. <<speech "Eric">>"How will I do?"<</speech>> He smiled and I rolled. He began to thrust. <br><br> His eyes gazed not at my body, but my face, searching for hints while the slow draw and insertion continued. <br><br> I smiled and laughed, he smiled and laughed. We were both becoming flushed, sweat was forming. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> It had started with pain, but that had been expected. It was a crazy, new sensation being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat through a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> And it was feeling better. Thrust by thrust, my pussy stopped yelling at me so much. I'd definitely be sore, but I saw why people did it again and again. <br><br> The pain was shifting into pleasure. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Eric">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <<else>> God, I loved being filled by another person: hard, hot -- literally able to feel their heartbeat //through// a part of their body that was inside of me. <br><br> Thrust by thrust, he pounded his rockhard shaft inside me. I'd definitely be sore, but that was a concern for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> He was watching my face reacting to the insistence and selfishness of his thrusts. And I think he could see that, <<speech "Eric">>"You going to...?"<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"It's okay."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his head back at me, sweat flicked from his forehead and hair down at me, making me giggle. <br><br> Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached between my legs. He began to work his fingers in time with his thrusting. The sensation was surprising and arresting. I froze, gawking up at him as the pleasure built within me. So much better than doing it myself, or even having someone else do it...//while// I was being driven into? <<shake>>Christ.<</shake>> <br><br> Oh. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>CHRIST!<</shake>>"<</speechPC>> I have no idea what happened for what felt like an eternity, but when I came down, he was done too. <br><br> He grunted and leaned forward on his hands, his face focused and moments later his hips drove roughly against my crotch in a final release. <br><br> My head dropped back, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Again. Again. Again. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Eric">>"Oh. My. God."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm, thighs and my hands lightly stroking his sides, encouraging his pleasure while the remnants of mine slowly ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"Mmmmm."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He stayed on top, my heels resting on his lower back, feeling him occasionally push against my crotch, eyes half-lidded while he breathed deeply. <<if $Body.virgin>><<speechPC>>"So...that was sex, huh."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Good roll."<</speechPC>> I giggled out as his cock softened and shrunk within me. Looking at the dice, he pumped his arm once, <<speech "Eric">>"Fuck yeah!"<</speech>> He gave me a slow, passionate kiss. It really was amazing. I was smiling as we made out, post-coital. <br><br><br> He was smiling too, arms curling under my shoulders and pulling me up into a deeper kiss while flexing his hips. It sent shocks through my core as the pressure and friction brushed my clitoris and pushed around inside me as well. <br><br> We kissed and giggled, cuddling for a bit before putting our clothes back on. <<speech "Eric">>"So, good session 0, I might say. You ready for this?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sex-ion zero."<</speechPC>> I waggled my eyebrows at him. He loved the pun. <<speechPC>>"Why didn't you find these rules sooner."<</speechPC>> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//. <</if>> I couldn't wait to tell my friends. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Eric M "Eric, my first DM and my first" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit club>> There was this little club that we frequented when we didn't want to get //too// tore up. Or deal with the hassle of bouncers. We were known and even given some spins on the turntables by this guy, DJ Eros. <br><br> He was a small-time disc jockey, but he had a standing opening spot -- keeping the energy up before a bigger act came later. <br><br> When I got a little too drunk, I hung out up there with him __maybe__ a bit too much. He'd DJ and I'd dance with him. Or, I guess, dance against him. <br><br> I could feel how interested he was. I really enjoyed the tease. I hadn't really expected us to up the ante, but one night in the green room, alcohol doing <<linkexpand "its job...">> its job. <<face drunk>> Fuck. I was //so// horny. My dress was already half off by the time we had shut the door, EROS -- what was his real name? -- was sucking firmly at my erect nipples. I was gasping out, clutching his head against me. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his pants, the zipper scraping and tugging at my wrist while I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. I felt his hands working my dress the <<linkexpand "rest of the way off.">> rest of the way off. <<upper>><<bra>><<panties>> <br><br> My hips swayed and worked, our combined efforts meant I was naked in seconds (sans heels), his hand diving right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Fuck<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched and my hands pulled him against me. He felt my need and he pushed me back. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. The thrum was in time with the music of the big act. <br><br> I felt his pants drop away from his hips, thankful to not experience the roughness of the zipper any longer. I cooed and gasped, him toying with my button, nudging me backwards -- stumbling on the stupid heels -- my hands, slick with precum, worked slow and firmly over his shaft. <br><br> Falling back, thighs apart, he clambered ontop of me. <<if $Body.virgin>>I don't think even //I// was thinking about my virginity in that moment<</if>> -- a sharp pang as the tip dug in, my hand the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink in.">> <<face hurt1>> sink in. <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. He leaned up, shifting his weight and dropping his head back to my tits. I think he was on X or something, because he definitely didn't notice my reaction. <br><br> His hips drove down firmly with a deep grunt. The sharp jabbing pain of being not only entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>but for the first time<<else>> but without much foreplay<</if>> was enough deliver another ignored yelp. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile>>I wasn't even thinking about the risk in that moment. I had too much. A problem for tomorrow-<<print $CC.name>>.<<else>>I was glad I was on something, I certainly wasn't thinking about anything in that moment. Had too much.<</if>> <br><br> He smacked firmly into me, the booze on his breath gusting against my face as he labored into me. I mmphed and squirmed, feeling the sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the armor of alcohol, which kept me from feeling too much, both a good and a bad thing, but at least it didn't hurt. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I had expected it to hurt, but this was just ripping the bandaid off. Tearing my V-Card when I wasn't thinking too hard about it because I couldn't.<</if>> And in the haze of drunkenness we fucked. Like two horny animals, just getting it done. Letting our lizard brains take control. <<speech "EROS">>"Fuck this is good."<</speech>> His eyes glazed from the pleasure, potables in his system, watching me bounce and jiggle underneath him as he drove his cock <<shake>>home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. The main act giving us a rhythm. Even in the drunken haze, he could keep a beat. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and sending a shock through my system, eliciting a gasp with each inward stroke. It was like a movie, seeing the pleasure from a distance, separate from me but still felt good. <<speech "EROS">>"I'm gunna."<</speech>> Leaning forward more over me on his hands and slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot, loaded breath blasting into my face rapidly. <<speech "EROS">>"Gonna."<</speech>> He was frowning. Focused. Driving //hard// to overcome his own deadened nerves. <<speech "EROS">>"Gon. Na."<</speech>> Nailing roughly, needy. <<speech "EROS">>"Cum."<</speech>> <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to <<linkexpand "blow his load.">> blow his load. <br><br> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back against the grimy couch, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. A bloom of heat, thick inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Another one. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "EROS">>"Fuck."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm as our drunken hookup came to an end. <br><br><br> Oh. He was cumming in. me. <br><br><br> Took me long enough to realize. Him too. He was done. Smiling and pressing against my mound. <<speech "ROS">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> If I had any awareness at the time I would have realized that <<if $Body.virgin>>my first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled. I just waited, too drunk to think about the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me. I'd realize the next day. <br><br> <</if>> He tugged out sharply and rolled off me, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off. <<speech "EROS">>"Needta get home to the little lady."<</speech>> <br><br> Thick, warm wetness oozed out of me. Well, I could feel //that//. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded. I knew about his wife. I pulled my dress back on as he left, bopping out moments later into the club, swaying to the big act as EROS leaked down my thighs. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Hm. Maybe try it not drunk next time. Well, at least I could brag to all my friends about losing it. Done and done.<</if>> <br><br> The next day I was super sore. Reminding me how being drunk had 'protected' me. <br><br> The green room was our little romp room. I guess a kind of way for me to repay him, and a way for me to let off some steam. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "DJ Eros" M "Eros, my preferred DJ and my first" "age: 24" "ethnicity: latin">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face drunk>> Raymond. <br><br> His truck meant I had a get outta dodge card on hand. <br><br> He was more than happy to come pick me up and we were more than happy to do literally nothing but chill in the flatbed and drink. Sometimes we'd end up making out. Not like we were dating or anything more than buds, but when you were alone and drunk...things happened. <br><br> More often than not, making out led to hooking up because we were bored and drunk. And this one time, things escalated //really// quickly. <br><br> I can literally still feel the plastic ridges of the flatbed protector on <<linkexpand "my back...">> my back. <<upper>><<bra>><<feet>><<socks>> <br><br> Fuck. I was //so// horny. My shirt was already off, somewhere in the dirt. Raymond was going to //town// on my nipples. Already rock-hard from the night air, they were sensitive and ready for him. I clutched his head against me, squirming and giggling. <br><br> My hand had disappeared into his open jeans. He must have done it earlier in anticipation or to give himself relief. I tugged carefully at his cock, swollen within. He switched nipples, I shuddered. <br><br> His hands stroked down my body, tugging my <<linkexpand "remaining clothing off">> remaining clothing off. <<outfit naked>> <br><br>His hand dove right between my legs. His fingertips <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>glid over my smooth mound <<else>>caught slightly at my hair as they searched lower <</if>>to the honey-soaked target below, beginning to flick at my clit. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"<<shake>>Fuck<</shake>>."<</speechPC>> The pitch of my voice elevated an octave as my core clenched and my hands pulled him against me. He felt my need and he pushed me back. Everything inside me was calling out for pleasure and release. <br><br> I felt his pants drop away from his hips, my hands pawed at him, guiding him between my thighs. He gladly complied. <br><br> His tip, slick with precum, began to probe at my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speech "Raymond">>"First time, right?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shhhhh."<</speechPC>> <</if>> A sharp pang as the tip dug in, letting my hand be the guide and steady for him as he applied pressure, starting to <<linkexpand "sink inside.">> sink inside. <br><br> Instinctively, I jerked, releasing his cock and pushing up on his stomach. <br><br> He leaned up, repositioning himself over me in the flatbed. <<speech "Raymond">>"What."<</speech>> I couldn't see his face, a shadow in the dark, framed by the shadows that were my legs. <<speechPC>>"Hurt. Just be gentle."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Raymond">>"Kay. I'll try."<</speech>> He did. Slowly he pushed in and out, and my body melted in reply. <br><br> God. We weren't using a condom. A little late to have //that// realization. <<if $Body.fertile>>I couldn't bear to stop him again. He knew, right?<</if>> He pressed his head in, I //felt// him spreading me open and then drew back and out of me, letting me feel the vacancy he left. I could tell he was both enjoying the bare feeling on his cock and teasing me. <<speechPC>>"S-stop that already."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Raymond">>"I thought you wanted gentle.<</speech>> He chuckled. I reached behind him and pulled his ass, my back arching as he was suddenly inside me fully, as I had asked. The teasing stopped. <br><br> <<face ahego>> He grunted and smacked firmly into me, the booze on his breath gusting against my face as he labored into me. I mmphed and squirmed, the plastic of the flatbed pulling at my back and ass uncomfortably. It was far more distracting than the feeling the sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the armor of alcohol, which kept me from feeling too much, both a good and a bad thing, but at least it didn't hurt. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I had expected it to hurt, but this was just ripping the bandaid off. Tearing my V-Card when I wasn't thinking too hard about it because I couldn't.<</if>> And in the haze of drunkenness we smacked against each other, just letting our lizard brains take control. <<speech "Raymond">>"Fuck, tight, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He laughed in a surprise that actually kinda hurt a bit. Still, I could tell he was loving it as he drove his cock <<shake>>home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and sending a shock through my system, eliciting a gasp with each inward stroke. It was like a movie, seeing the pleasure from a distance, separate from me but still felt good. <<speech "Raymond">>"Gonna cum?"<</speech>> Between the flatbed and everything else? <<speechPC>>"Nope."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Raymond">>"Kay."<</speech>> Being drunk he seemed completely unconcerned with my response. But I wasn't gonna fake it <<if $Body.virgin>>my first time <</if>>and I knew that this wasn't going to get me there, either. <<speech "Raymond">>"I'm gunna."<</speech>> Leaning forward more over me on his hands and slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot, loaded breath blasting into my face rapidly. <<speech "Raymond">>"Gonna."<</speech>> Driving //hard// to overcome his own deadened nerves. <<speech "Raymond">>"Gon. Na."<</speech>> Nailing roughly, needy. <<speech "Raymond">>"Cum."<</speech>> <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to <<linkexpand "blow his load.">> blow his load. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> My head dropped back with a whack against the hard plastic, panting quickly while feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. A bloom of heat, thick inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Another one. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Raymond">>"Fuck."<</speech>> I watched him orgasm as our drunken hookup came to an end. <br><br><br> Oh. He was cumming in. me. <br><br><br> Took me long enough to realize. Him too. He was done, pressing against my mound. <<speech "Raymond">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled. I just waited, too drunk to think about the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me. I'd realize the next day. <br><br> <</if>> He tugged out sharply and rolled off me, grabbing his flannel to clean himself off. <<speech "Raymond">>"Allie missed out."<</speech>> <br><br> Thick, warm wetness oozed out of me. Welp, he didn't know. Or forgot? He'd drive me to a CVS tomorrow, I was sure. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I nodded, going grab my clothes, trying to ignore the mess we made. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Glad I didn't save myself for //that//...<<else>>So that was sex. Hm. Maybe try it not drunk next time. Well, at least I could brag to all my friends about losing it. Done and done.<</if>> <br><br><br> The next day I was super sore. Reminding me how being drunk had 'protected' me. <br><br><br> <<vCardCheck Raymond M "Raymond drove me around and was my first" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face confused>> Derek was //the// most popular guy in school. He didn't fall into any particular clique -- he floated between them effortlessly. There was an infectious quality to his smile and gaze. <br><br> I melted every time he looked at me. I got jealous whenever his attention turned to someone else -- even just hanging out with guys. <br><br> All the same, I never expected anything to come of my crush. We //all// had crushes on him. <br><br> <<speech "Derek">>"Hey."<</speech>> Oh jesus, where had he come from? <<speechPC>>"H-hey Derek."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Derek">>"Was thinkin' of doing something tonight. Wanna join me?"<</speech>> I probably should have played off my eagerness. But the answer was yes. A ''thousand times'' yes. <br><br> The rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate on class or anything else. I was a bundle of nerves until we went on our not-date <<linkexpand "date.">> date. <<face happy>> <br><br> His idea of doing something was coming over to his house and watching a movie. <br><br> His idea of watching a movie was us making out in his bedroom. <br><br> So... <br><br> We'd been making out, tongues stuffing down each other's throats and practically eating each other's faces. I was //so// into him, and it seemed like he was just as into me. <br><br> I giggled at his grunts, nipping at his lip or ear playfully. I could tell he was horny. <br><br> Despite the fact that his door was open (his parents had a no closed doors policy), he was already ontop of me and between my legs. We were dry humping, mimicking the act without getting to it. <br><br> He was hard as a rock and he was grinding it right up and down my cleft. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>He could absolutely feel my lack of underwear, my wetness and heat soaking into his fly. I tried to grit my teeth through the grinding of his zipper.<<else>>I was soaked through my underwear.<</if>> I felt like a ''furnace'' down there. I really wanted to fuck. But no. Not on a not-date. Not a first time. <br><br> I couldn't be //that// girl. <br><br> It's not that I was afraid <<if $Body.virgin>>of losing my virginity.<<else>>of hooking up with him.<</if>> But it was something new and it was a bit scary. And it was a one time thing. You couldn't take it back. Maybe if he 'asked me to hang out' again. <<speechPC>>"Derek!"<</speechPC>> I yelped, his hands pulling firmly to remove my top. I looked towards the open door, arms going up over my head. <br><br> It seemed like he didn't give a shit if anyone walked by. My top was coming <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<upper>><<bra>><<face ahego>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<speech "Derek">>"I knew they were great, but //wow//."<</speech>> He gave one a smack and squeeze, gazing at my breasts.<<else>>With a little smirk, he gave one of my breasts a smack and squeeze.<</if>> I gasped in surprise. Before I could complain he latched on, his hands tugging at my waistband and I realized he wanted me ''fully'' naked. <<speechPC>>"D-derek."<</speechPC>> I repeated through my gasps. I squirmed under him but he had surprise and leverage on his side. After a few pulls, I just kipped my hips slightly, giving in to a <<linkexpand "foregone conclusion.">> foregone conclusion. <<lower>><<panties>> <<speechPC>>"W-we can't--"<</speechPC>> Rather than respond, he dropped himself between my thighs. I gawked, surprised that he was going to eat me out...but I was not going to argue. The warmth and wetness of his mouth and tongue were like an electric shock, hitting everything at once. My hands clutched around at his bedsheets, knees kicking up and out as I was overwhelmed by the sudden clit suckling. <br><br> Eventually, I found his head, caressing and tugging at his tossled chestnut locks -- the curls easy to lock in my grip -- melting. <br><br> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I felt his hot breath puffing into my hair, occasionally feeling him shift to remove a stray hair or reposition for a better angle, soon it was mostly matted from the moistness of his breathing and my own natural juice. <<elseif $Body.pubes !== "bald">> I felt his breath puffing into my hair that slowly matted under the assault of his moist breaths, the bridge of his nose against my pubic bone, pressing against it and working side to side as he munched. <<else>> I felt his breath puffing hotly against my bare skin, bridge of his nose working against the smooth skin of my mound, moistness from his breathing coupled with my own natural juice. <</if>> <br><br> I squealed, so close...and then he stopped. My legs dropped, panting up at the ceiling as the nearing orgasm ebbed away. <<speechPC>>"R-really?"<</speechPC>> I don't think I could have gawked harder in disbelief. He lifted up with a pussy-eating grin and wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. <br><br> His pants were already open -- that's what he'd been doing with his hands -- his insistence was freed. ''Goddamn'' he was hard. The cock didn't even move as it came free from within his pants. His heartbeat made it slightly waver with increased tension. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>> <<speechPC>>"I've never..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Derek">>"No way."<</speech>> He smiled, curious. <<speech "Derek">>"You're too hot for that to be true."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It is..."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Just not sure if now--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Derek">>"Now is perfect."<</speech>> <</if>> He smiled, pushing my thighs back and smacking his cock against my sticky, soaked slit. His devouring left my legs supple, easily folded back towards my chest. My clit was alive with need and each whack of his cock sent shivers down my spine. <br><br> Whatever desire to wait I had before had been completely replaced by a need to cum. His cock seemed like a perfect...and currently //only// option. <<speechPC>>"I don't know."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidity bouncing off of stiff nub. <<speech "Derek">>"I do."<</speech>> His smile never faltered, nor did the pressure to take it further. Head against my opening, pressing, nearly inside. <<speechPC>>"C-condom."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, my brain's final attempt to put up some kind of barrier...if only physical. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> His hips <<linkexpand "drove down firmly...">> drove down firmly, back arching as he lifted high over me, hands pressing down on the back of my thighs<<speech "Derek">>"Oh. Chrissst."<</speech>> The sharp jabbing pain of being entered quickly <<if $Body.virgin>>//and// for the first time<<else>>ebbed into pleasure<</if>> silencing my last ounce of fight. <<speechPC>>"C-careful--"<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling his shaft spreading me open with its delicious heat and rigidity. He grunted, bed squeaking under us. I mmphed and squirmed, feeling the sharp sensation of being stuffed inside. I was glad for the incredible foreplay, which kept me from needing much time to get used to it. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin>>I had expected it to hurt, but this was not bad at all!<</if>> In the haze of teen hormoned we smacked against each other, just letting our lizard brains take control. <<speech "Derek">>"Fuck this is good."<</speech>> He reiterated, his eyes glazed from the pleasure, watching me bounce and jiggle underneath him as he drove his cock <<shake>>home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <<shake>>Home<</shake>>. <br><br> His crotch hit against my clit, grinding for a split-second and I <<shake>>came.<</shake>> Grasping and pulling at the shirt he was still wearing, my legs quaking and spasming under his weight. In the throbbing explosion, I thought I heard someone else's voice. When I finally finished cumming, I turned to look. The door had closed. <br><br> Had one of his <<linkexpand "parents...">> parents-- <<speechPC>>"Ahhhhh!"<</speechPC>> I came again. <<shake>>So. Hard.<</shake>> Squealing out and writhing beneath him. If there had been any mistake of them not knowing before, I was certain they heard me now. <br><br> He was ramming into me hungrily, feeding off my orgasms, seeking his own, <<speech "Derek">>"I'm gunna."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck!<</speechPC>> <<shake>>Again.<</shake>> Leaning forward more over me on his hands and slamming his hips down between my thighs intensely. Hot breath blasting into my face ragged with exertion. <<speech "Derek">>"Gonna."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck!<</speechPC>> <<shake>>//Again.//<</shake>> Driving //hard// cum as hard as I was. <<speech "Derek">>"Gon. Na."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck!<</speechPC>> <<shake>>AGAIN.<</shake>> Nailing roughly, needy. <<speech "Derek">>"Cum."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"FUUUUCK!<</speechPC>> <<shake>>''AGAIN!''<</shake>> <br><br> A final thrust. Head thrown back and grunting deeply as he began to <<linkexpand "blow his load.">> blow his load. <<cumSpray mound3 pussy2 thighs2>> My head dropped back, cooing and clutching at his shirt, feeling his cock become so rigid, beginning to twitch inside me. A bloom of heat, thick inside me. The swell and flex of his cock. Another one. He grunted, pressing down tightly between my legs right before each one. I could feel his sack tugging up against my ass as it sent sperm to his semen. <br><br> He grunted out, <<speech "Derek">>"Fuck."<</speech>> He looked amazing, haloed by his overhead light, face contorting as he nutted. <br><br> Oh. He was cumming in. me. <br><br><br> Took me long enough to realize. Him too. He was done. Smiling and pressing against my mound. <<speech "Derek">>"Fuck yeah."<</speech>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Body.virgin>>My first time getting fucked was also my first<<else>>Shit, I was<</if>> getting filled. I just waited, too weak from pleasure to think about the hundreds of millions of swimmers inside me. <br><br> <</if>> He tugged out sharply and rolled off me, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off. <<speech "Derek">>"What'cha wanna watch."<</speech>> <br><br> Thick, warm wetness oozed out of me. <<speechPC>>"W-whatever..."<</speechPC>> I was putty. <br><br> <<if !$Body.virgin>>Fuck. That was //Incredible//.<<else>>So that was sex. //Incredible//.<</if>> <<speech "Derek">>"Cool."<</speech>> He ditched his pants on the floor and pulled the sheets over us. He put something on, but we were quickly just making out again. It was a long evening, but his parents were pretty chill and even invited me to stay for dinner with them. <br><br> I had given it up way faster than I wanted to, but goddamn did he have game. No wonder, he could reaally fuck. <br><br> He wasn't interested in doing anything more than 'talking,' but he knew how to keep me around. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Derek M "Derek, Big Man on HS Campus, my first" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> So, did that quench your appetite? <<link "No">><<replace "#firsttime" t8n>> <<outfit default>> <<restoreLook>> Oh you want the //full// list? My ''body'' count? Cute. [[And unsurprising|HS006 - HSBC]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<image framed "passage/HS006-HSBC.png">> <<if $CC.HSBC == 1>> <<if !visited("HS002 - PromDate")>> I know you don't believe me, but that was it. [[For the time|HS009 - HomeVign3][$sexcount = true]] being. Mostly, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> and I were 'together', an item, whatever you want to call it. It's how we considered it. <<else>> I know you don't believe me, but that was it. [[For the time|HS008 - PromNight][$sexcount = true]] being. Mostly, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> and I were 'together', an item, whatever you want to call it. It's how we considered it. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> While <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my first real <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, they weren't the only one I slept with. I //never// cheated. Don't misunderstand me. When we were together, we were ''together''. <br><br> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> While <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my first 'real' <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, I never considered us 'exclusive'. I slept with other people of course. <br><br> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> While <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my first real <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, despite us...them...not being 'exclusive', they weren't the only one I slept with. As much as that hurts to say. <br><br> <<else>> While <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my first real <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, despite us not being 'exclusive', they weren't the only one I slept with. <br><br> <</if>> The others? You want to know? <br><br> Fine. <br><br> <div id="HSBC"> Ugh. Can you hear my eyes rolling in their sockets? <br><br> The <<link "grand total">><<replace "#HSBC" t8n>> My notches in the bedpost -- everyone always wants the gory details, ''sigh'' -- was <<print $CC.HSBC>>. <br><br> Ugh. Who? I really have to list them all out for you? [[Fine|HS007 - HSBC2]]. <</replace>><</link>>? </div> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS007-HSBC2.png">> <<set $People['HS'] = { generic1: { name: "Levy", title: "Levy was a sweet, but nerdy guy from Computer Class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Levy from Computer class", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }, generic2: { name: "Owen", title: "Owen, an upper classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "Owen, upper classman", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, generic3: { name: "Asher", title: "Asher, an under classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "Asher, under classman" , age: 16, ethnicity: "white"}, generic4: { name: "Carl", title: "Carl, from my class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Carl, from HS", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, generic5: { name: "Terry", title: "Terry, from our sister school.", gender: 'M', caption: "Terry from another HS", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }, generic6: { name: "Demi", title: "Demi, was a quiet girl from Computer Class.", gender: 'F', caption: "Demi from Computer class", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }, generic7: { name: "Sarah", title: "Sarah, was a freckled under classman.", gender: 'F', caption: "Sarah, under classman", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }, generic8: { name: "Saoirse", title: "Saoirse, from my class.", gender: 'F', caption: "Saoirse, from HS" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}, generic9: { name: "Tyler", title: "Tyler, had a guy's name and went to our sister school.", gender: 'F', caption: "Tyler, girl from another HS", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }, }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value >= 5 || ($Stats.Skills['Social'].value > 2 && $CC.maleAttention gt 1)>> <<set _attractiveEnough = true>> <</if>> <<if _attractiveEnough == true>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd7 = { name: "Mark", title: "Mark insisted we meet up off a DM. He was hot online. In person...charming, enough?", gender: 'M', caption: "Mark, successful catfisher", olderMan: true, age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd13 = { name: "Jerry", title: "Jerry, a nerd that had a popular twin brother", gender: "M", caption: "Jerry, nerdy twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports2 = { name: "Dick", title: "The assistant coach was always there after school, and sometimes I we both stayed longer", gender: "M", caption: "Dick, the assistant coach", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports8 = { name: "Kayden", title: "Kayden, Away Game bus driver", gender: "M", caption: "Kayden, bus driver", age: 31, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular1 = { name: "Dominic", title: "Dominic, brother of a 'friend'", gender: "M", caption: "Dominic, a friend's brother", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular2 = { name: "Carson", title: "Carson, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Carson, HS hottie", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular3 = { name: "Austin", title: "Austin, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Austin, HS hottie" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular4 = { name: "Jace", title: "Jace, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Jace, HS hottie", age: 16, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Derek">><<set $People['HS'].popular8 = { name: "Derek", title: "Derek was Big Man on Campus", gender: "M", caption: "Derek, Big Man on HS Campus", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].popular9 = { name: "Aria", title: "Aria wanted to be popular and thought I was her in-road", gender: "F", caption: "Aria, popular wannabe", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular10 = { name: "Nora", title: "Nora and I had to keep our hookups on the DL to not get outed", gender: "F", caption: "Nora, HS popular girl" , age: 17, ethnicity: "asian"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular11 = { name: "Holly", title: "Holly, a cute underclassman wanted to help me with anything", gender: "F", caption: "Holly, a cute underclassman", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular12 = { name: "Lewis", title: "Lewis, former Prom King", gender: "M", caption: "Lewis, last year's Prom King", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Hull">><<set $People['HS'].prude8 = { name: "Minister John Hull", title: "Minister John Hull, proving the rumor", gender: "M", caption: "John Hull, Minister", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel5 = { name: "Colton", title: "Colton, singer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Colton, local singer", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel6 = { name: "Hunter", title: "Hunter, drummer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Hunter, local drummer", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel7 = { name: "Christian", title: "Christian, a roadie passing through", gender: "M", caption: "Christian, a roadie", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel8 = { name: "Silas", title: "Silas, bassist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Silas, local bassist", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel9 = { name: "Xavier", title: "Xavier, guitarist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Xavier, local guitarist", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home1 = { name: "Leo", title: "Leo, My neighbor growing up", gender: 'M', caption: "Neighbor Leo", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home2 = { name: "Damian", title: "Damian, a plumber when I was alone", gender: "M", caption: "Damian, a plumber", age: 33, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home3 = { name: "Chase", title: "Chase, the UPS guy", gender: "M", caption: "Chase, the UPS guy", age: 29, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home4 = { name: "Jesus", title: "Jesus, the older gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Jesus, our older gardener", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Carlos">><<set $People['HS'].home5 = { name: "Carlos", title: "Carlos, the younger, hot gardener.", gender: "M", caption: "Carlos, our young gardener", age: 32, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].home6 = { name: "Santiago", title: "Santiago, our middle-aged gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Santiago, our other gardener", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home7 = { name: "Nova", title: "Nova, a babysitter. Took real good care of me.", gender: "F", caption: "Nova, a babysitter" , age: 19, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].home8 = { name: "Riley", title: "Riley from down the block and I loved to skinnydip together", gender: "F", caption: "Riley, a neighbor", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal1 = { name: "Malachi", title: "Malachi was a cop and I didn't want to get arrested", gender: "M", caption: "Malachi, a cop", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal2 = { name: "Mitchell", title: "Mitchell was school security and I needed back in", gender: "M", caption: "Mitchell, school security", schoolHelp: true, age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper1 = { name: "Beau", title: "Beau, leader of the neighborhood watch", gender: "M", caption: "Beau, neighborhood watch leader", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper2 = { name: "Rowan", title: "Rowan, working on his hot rod and needed help", gender: "M", caption: "Rowan with the hot rod", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper3 = { name: "Micah", title: "Micah, farmer from our Saturday farmer's market", gender: "M", caption: "Micah, Saturday farmer from the market", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church1 = { name: "Dylan", title: "Dylan, the Youth Minister", gender: "M", caption: "Dylan, Youth Minister", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier3 = { name: "Easton", title: "Easton, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Easton, rando at a house party", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier4 = { name: "Angel", title: "Angel, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Angel, rando at a house party", age: 28, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier5 = { name: "Nolan", title: "Nolan, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Nolan, rando at a house party", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier6 = { name: "Naomi", title: "Naomi, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Naomi, rando at a house party", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier7 = { name: "Hannah", title: "Hannah, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Hannah, rando at a house party", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier8 = { name: "Zeke", title: "Zeke, our go-to beer smuggler", gender: "M", caption: "Zeke always brought the kegs.", age: 27, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier9 = { name: "Linda", title: "Linda was always hooking up at parties", gender: "F", caption: "Linda was always hooking up at parties.", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier10 = { name: "Dr. Lawrence", title: "Dr. Lawrence tried to straighten me out, a different way.", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Lawrence, school psychologist", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang6 = { name: "Caleb", title: "Caleb, a crooked cop", gender: "M", caption: "Caleb, a crooked cop", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang7 = { name: "Mr. Nobody", title: "Mr. Nobody, school janitor", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Nobody, the school's janitor, one of my most loyal customers", olderMan: true, age: 67, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer1 = { name: "Joel", title: "Joel, homeless but kind", gender: "M", caption: "Joel, displaced person", olderMan: true, age: 58, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer5 = { name: "Paisley", title: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer and smelled of patchouli", gender: "F", caption: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer" , age: 19, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty1 = { name: "Patrick", title: "Patrick, on the shot-put team", gender: "M", caption: "Patrick, Track and Field shot-put", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty2 = { name: "Colt", title: "Colt, top sprinter", gender: "M", caption: "Colt, HS top sprinter", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty3 = { name: "Tristan", title: "Tristan, a coach who was visiting for an away game", gender: "M", caption: "Tristan, coach for an opposing team", olderMan: true, age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Barkewitcz">><<set $People['HS'].sporty4 = { name: "Barkewitcz", title: "The softball coach, Barkewitcz", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Barkewitcz", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty5 = { name: "Delila", title: "Delila sat behind home plate and could kneel before me for hours.", gender: "F", caption: "Delila on the softball team", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty6 = { name: "Valentina", title: "Valentina was quick between the bases and between the sheets", gender: "F", caption: "Valentina, softball shortstop", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty7 = { name: "Kevin", title: "Kevin, star athlete who had a nerdy twin brother", gender: "M", caption: "Kevin, athletic twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty8 = { name: "Coach Liam", title: "Coach Liam knew how to help my stretch", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Liam, the track coach", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty9 = { name: "Assistant Coach Justin", title: "Justin didn't just assist the Track and Field girls", gender: "F", caption: "High Jump Assistant Coach Justin" , age: 28, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].beach1 = { name: "Nash", title: "Nash, from beach 'security'", gender: "M", caption: "Nash, from beach 'security'" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].beach2 = { name: "Jeremy", title: "Jeremy, hotshot surfer", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremy, a hotshot surfer", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Ian">><<set $People['HS'].beach4 = { name: "Ian", title: "Ian was the regular lifeguard on the beach", gender: "M", caption: "Ian, our lifeguard", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].club2 = { name: "Ajani", title: "There was a taxi ride I got a little creative in payment for", gender: "M", caption: "Ajani, a taxi driver", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club4 = { name: "Amin", title: "Amin and I took pills and had blissed-out sex at his place", gender: "M", caption: "Amin, pills and sex", age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate1 = { name: "Roddy", title: "Roddy was my dad's old college friend. Only ever saw him at games.", gender: "M", caption: "Roddy, my dad's old college friend", olderMan: true, age: 49, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors3 = { name: "Phoenix", title: "Phoenix, park ranger", gender: "M", caption: "Phoenix, park ranger", age: 32, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power1 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon was a teacher's assistant in the science department, covering labs and always had an inside track on test questions.", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, a high school teaching assistant", schoolHelp: true , age: 24, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power2 = { name: "Jose", title: "There was something about Jose's accent, rolling the tongue, or the Latin root.", gender: "M", caption: "Jose, high school Spanish Teacher", schoolHelp: true, age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power3 = { name: "Paul", title: "Paul was young, cute, and made Nabakov's Lolita make sense.", gender: "M", caption: "Paul, high school English teacher", schoolHelp: true , age: 28, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power4 = { name: "Karl", title: "We joked that Karl was around when algebra was created but he __did__ know how to balance my equations", gender: "M", caption: "Karl, high school math teacher", schoolHelp: true , age: 25, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Mark">> <<set $People['HS'].power5 = { name: "Mark", title: "Sure, our principal sent me to detention a ton. He had ulterior motives.", gender: "M", caption: "Mark, the principal", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true , age: 46, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].power6 = { name: "Everett", title: "Everett, who used to buy us alcohol", gender: "M", caption: "Everett, our alcohol hookup.", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power7 = { name: "Brooklyn", title: "Brooklyn, our Sex Ed teacher. Really gave me the ins and outs.", gender: "F", caption: "Brooklyn, Sex Ed Teacher", schoolHelp: true, age: 24, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power8 = { name: "Cora", title: "Cora, queen of the cafeteria", gender: "F", caption: "Cora, lunch lady", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== 'Warren, Varsity QB'>><<set $People['HS'].warren = { name: "Warren", title: "Warren led our Varsity squad on the field, led me to bed off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Warren, high school Varsity QB", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader1 = { name: "Coach LeTourneau", title: "Coach LeTourneau coached the cheer squad. And me, in his off time.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach LeTourneau", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader2 = { name: "Theo", title: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", gender: "M", caption: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader3 = { name: "Maverick", title: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", gender: "M", caption: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read1 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce, teacher at the community college", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, my teacher at community college", olderMan: true, age: 53, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read2 = { name: "Hudson", title: "Hudson, went to a nearby community college.", gender: "M", caption: "Hudson from community college", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Petey">> <<set $People['HS'].petey = { name: "Petey", title: "Petey -- I landed my first crush", gender: "M", caption: "Petey, first crush", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Ava">> <<set $People['HS'].ava = { name: "Ava", title: "Ava was my nemesis, but maybe it's because we wanted each other.", gender: "F", caption: "Ava, my nemesis", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== $CC.FName>> <<set $People['HS'].ffriend = { name: $CC.FName, title: $CC.FName + ", were friends and experimented together to figure sex out.", gender: "F", caption: $CC.FName + ", my best friend and lover", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== $CC.DName>><<set $People['HS'].hurt1 = { name: $CC.DName, title: $CC.DName + ", my Dad", gender: "M", caption: $CC.DName + ", my Dad", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: $CC.MSkin }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt2 = { name: "Gerry", title: "Gerry, one of my dad's friends", gender: "M", caption: "Gerry, a friend of my dad. Maybe he knew", olderMan: true, age: 55, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt3 = { name: "Amos", title: "Amos, one of my dad's coworkers", gender: "M", caption: "Amos worked with my dad. Maybe there was an agreement", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>><<set $People['HS'].hurt4 = { name: "Emily", title: "Emily, my 'Mom'", gender: "F", caption: "Emily, my 'Mom'", age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt5 = { name: "Mary", title: "Mary was an older neighbor and often babysat me", gender: "F", caption: "Mary, a hometown neighbor", age: 41, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].hurt6 = { name: "George", title: "George, my grandfather", gender: "M", caption: "George, my grandfather", olderMan: true, age: 65, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Larry">><<set $People['HS'].adopted1 = { name: "Larry", title: "Larry, One of my fosterers", gender: "M", caption: "Larry, foster Dad", olderMan: true , age: 55, ethnicity: "white"}>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted2 = { name: "Josiah", title: "Josiah, a foster agent", gender: "M", caption: "Josiah was my foster agent", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted3 = { name: "Thomas", title: "Thomas, a pastor", gender: "M", caption: "Thomas was a pastor at a halfway house", age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].adopted4 = { name: "Chiara", title: "Chiara, One of my fosterers", gender: "F", caption: "Chiara, foster Mom", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == "family">> <<set $People['HS'].family1 = { name: "Ezra", title: "Ezra, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Ezra, my sister's ex", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family2 = { name: "Luca", title: "Luca, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Luca, my sister's ex" , age: 19, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].family3 = { name: "Jayden", title: "Jayden, my sister's ex", gender: "M", caption: "Jayden, my sister's ex", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family4 = { name: "Grayson", title: "Grayson, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Grayson, my brother's friend" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].family5 = { name: "Carter", title: "Carter, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Carter, my brother's friend", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family6 = { name: "Jaxon", title: "Jaxon, my brother's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Jaxon, my brother's friend", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family7 = { name: "Julie", title: "Julie, my brother's ex", gender: "F", caption: "Julie, used to date my brother", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family8 = { name: "Connie", title: "Connie, my sister's friend", gender: "F", caption: "Connie, my sister's friend", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $People['HS'].family9 = { name: "Carroll", title: "Carroll, my older sister", gender: "F", caption: "Lillian, my older sister", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family10 = { name: "Vaughn", title: "Vaughn, my older brother", gender: "M", caption: "Lloyd, my older brother", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].family11 = { name: "Fleming", title: "Fleming, my younger brother", gender: "M", caption: "Fleming, my younger brother", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> <<set $People['HS'].mom1 = { name: "Dean", title: "Dean, cousin in name, not by blood.", gender: "M", caption: "Dean, cousin in name only", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom2 = { name: "Hayden", title: $CC.MName + "'s friend.", gender: "M", caption: "Hayden, my step-mom's friend", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom3 = { name: "Maddox", title: $CC.MName +"'s ex-husband.", gender: "M", caption: "Maddox, my step-mom's ex-husband", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom4 = { name: "Maddy", title: "Maddy, cousin in name, not by blood.", gender: "F", caption: "Maddy, cousin in name only", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].mom5 = { name: "Willow", title: "Willow, my step-mom's butchy friend", gender: "F", caption: "Willow, my step-mom's friend", age: 42, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Uncle Tom">><<set $People['HS'].mom6 = { name: "Tom", title: "Tom, My 'uncle'", gender: "M", caption: "Uncle Tom", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>> <<if $CC.mom == "young">> <<set $People['HS'].dad1 = { name: "Tucker", title: "Tucker, one of" + $CC.MName + "'s boyfriends.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.MName + "'s boyfriend, Tucker", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dad2 = { name: "Emiliano", title: "Emiliano, one of" + $CC.MName + "'s boyfriends.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.MName + "'s boyfriend, Emiliano", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Arvin">><<set $People['HS'].dad3 = { name: "Arvin", title: "Arvin, My step-dad. We were alone from time to time and, I can't explain it, it happened. Quietly.", gender: "M", caption: "Arvin, my Step-Dad", olderMan: true, age: 59, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth1 = { name: "Griffin", title: "Griffin and I got bored together on his dad's yacht", gender: "M", caption: "Griffin, wealthy family friend", age: 32, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth2 = { name: "Richard", title: "Richard was from across the lake during summer camp.", gender: "M", caption: "Richard, from the boys' summer camp" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth3 = { name: "Tommy", title: "Tommy was a counselor at summer camp. It was hot. He was hotter.", gender: "M", caption: "Tommy, summer camp counselor", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth4 = { name: "Serenity", title: "Serenity had a movie room in her house.", gender: "F", caption: "Serenity, a rich girl", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth5 = { name: "Ayla", title: "Ayla and I enjoyed the time in our empty cabin.", gender: "F", caption: "Ayla from my summer camp", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth6 = { name: "Raelynn", title: "Raelynn was a bored trophy wife", gender: "F", caption: "Raelynn, bored trophy wife", age: 40, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth7 = { name: "Vincent", title: "Vincent, our driver", gender: "M", caption: "Vincent, my driver growing up", age: 34, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth8 = { name: "Myles", title: $CC.MName + "'s yoga instructor.", gender: "M", caption: "Myles," + $CC.MName + "'s yoga instructor", age: 27, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth9 = { name: "Jone", title: "I am not really sure of his name, nor how to pronounce it., We met on holiday in Fiji and I was able to sneak away.", gender: "M", caption: "Jone, on Fiji Family Holiday", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth10 = { name: "Erica", title: "Erica, our au pair", gender: "F", caption: "Erica, my au pair", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].wealth11 = { name: "Petra", title: "Petra, my mom's friend, always on something.", gender: "F", caption: "Petra, my mom's friend", age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<set $People['HS'].learning1 = { name: "Milo", title: "Milo, from AP Calc class", gender: "M", caption: "Milo, from AP Calc", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning2 = { name: "Vanni", title: "Vanni, another National Merit Finalist", gender: "M", caption: "Vanni, National Merit Finalist", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning3 = { name: "Aloïs", title: "Aloïs, French Exchange Student", gender: "M", caption: "Aloïs, French Exchange Student in high school" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].learning4 = { name: "Amelia", title: "Amelia, our valedictorian", gender: "F", caption: "Amelia, our valedictorian", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].learning5 = { name: "Winny", title: "Winny, our salutorian", gender: "F", caption: "Winny, our salutorian", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness1 = { name: "Emma", title: "Emma, I don't think she was into girls, but she was into me.", gender: "F", caption: "Emma, a non-lesbian", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness2 = { name: "Walker", title: "Walker, yes -- that Walker from TV", gender: "M", caption: "Walker, TV Star", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness3 = { name: "Jasper", title: "Jasper, my home town's most notable Hall of Famer", gender: "M", caption: "Jasper, hometown Hall of Famer", age: 38, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Warren">> <<set $People['HS'].attractiveness4 = { name: "Warren", title: "Warren led our Varsity squad on the field and let me to bed off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Warren, high school Varsity QB", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Derek">> <<set $People['HS'].prom1 = { name: "Derek", title: "Derek was the hottest guy in school.", gender: "M", caption: "Derek, hottest guy at school", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible1 = { name: "Waylon", title: "Waylon, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Waylon, rando from a bar" , age: 24, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible2 = { name: "Coop", title: "Coop, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Coop, a rando from a bar" , age: 30, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible3 = { name: "Kai", title: "Kai, a guy I met at a bar", gender: "M", caption: "Kai, a rando from a bar", age: 28, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible4 = { name: "Chloe", title: "Chloe taught me the ways of a woman.", gender: "F", caption: "Chloe got me to switch teams" , age: 24, ethnicity: "asian"}>> <<set $People['HS'].suggestible5 = { name: "Luna", title: "Luna wasn't attractive, but pushy.", gender: "F", caption: "Luna, an uggo", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0 && $HS.fidelity !== "committed">> <<set $People['HS'].stable1 = { name: "John", title: "John, my second boyfriend", gender: "M", caption: "John, my second boyfriend", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].stable2 = { name: "James", title: "James, my third boyfriend", gender: "M", caption: "James, my third boyfriend", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Brian">><<set $People['HS'].stable3 = { name: "Brian", title: "Brian, " + $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend. I'm not proud about it. But it was hot.", gender: "M", caption: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].stable4 = { name: "Bella", title: "Bella, my first true girlfriend", gender: "F", caption: "Bella, my first true girlfriend", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].stable5 = { name: "Sophia", title: "Sophia, my longest-term girlfriend", gender: "F", caption: "Sophia, long-term girlfriend", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 && $HS.fidelity !== "committed">> <<set $People['HS'].easy1 = { name: "Eli", title: "Eli, a boyfriend's best friend", gender: "M", caption: "Eli, a boyfriend's best friend", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy2 = { name: "Ryan", title: "Ryan, a boyfriend's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan, a boyfriend's friend", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy3 = { name: "Cam", title: "Cam, a boyfriend's friend", gender: "M", caption: "Cam, a boyfriend's friend", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Ronnie">><<set $People['HS'].easy4 = { name: "Ronnie", title: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend.", gender: "M", caption: "Ronnie," + $CC.DName + "'s friend", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].easy5 = { name: "Don't know who it was", title: "Don't know who it was, but do know I got fucked at a party.", gender: 'M', caption: "Some guy at a HS party", age: 19, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].easy6 = { name: "Abby", title: "Abby and I got too drunk at a party", gender: "F", caption: "Abby, drunk at a HS party", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].easy7 = { name: "Grace", title: "Grace used to date " + $CC.friend1 , gender: "F", caption: "Grace, " + $CC.friend1 + "'s ex-girlfriend", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].risky1 = { name: "Lorenzo", title: "Lorenzo, a classmate's Dad", gender: "M", caption: "Lorenzo, a classmate's dad", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].risky2 = { name: "Archer", title: "Archer, local university professor", gender: "M", caption: "Archer, hometown university professor", olderMan: true, age: 55, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Tyler">><<set $People['HS']["risky3"] = { name: 'Tyler', title: "Tyler, " + $CC.FName + "'s Dad. Hanging out together gave the opportunity", gender: 'M', caption: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].risky4 = { name: "Mila", title: "Mila wanted to announce our relationship, but I was too afraid", gender: "F", caption: "Mila, loud and proud lesbian", age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention1 = { name: "Enzo", title: "Enzo, a very complimentary local barber", gender: "M", caption: "Enzo, hometown barber", age: 37, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention2 = { name: "Rhett", title: "Rhett picked me up in his pick-up", gender: "M", caption: "Rhett in his pick-up", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleAttention3 = { name: "Bentley", title: "Bentley insisted I was to be his Sugar Baby.", gender: 'M', caption: "my 'Sugar Daddy'", olderMan: true, age: 64, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].confident1 = { name: "Roman", title: "Roman, from a chat room", gender: "M", caption: "Roman, met online", age: 25, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident2 = { name: "Brooks", title: "Brooks, from Whisper", gender: "M", caption: "Brooks from a chat app", age: 37, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident3 = { name: "Axel", title: "Axel, who slid into my DM's", gender: "M", caption: "Axel, from Instagram", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident4 = { name: "Eve", title: "Eve, who flirted with me on TikTok", gender: "F", caption: "Eve from TikTok", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].confident5 = { name: "Viktor", title: "Viktor, who tricked me into thinking I was meeting 'her'", gender: "F", caption: "Viktor, not the woman he was online", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction1 = { name: "Ryker", title: "Ryker, an ex-con lucky after being down on his luck", gender: "M", caption: "Ryker, ex-con", age: 38, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction2 = { name: "Max", title: "Max, a pushy club promoter", gender: "M", caption: "Max, club promoter", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].maleReaction3 = { name: "Ace", title: "Ace, the townie with a rep", gender: "M", caption: "Ace, townie who had everyone", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Marco">><<set $People['HS'].maleReaction4 = { name: "Marco", title: "Marco did construction at school", gender: "M", caption: "Marco, construction Worker at school", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> <<set $People['HS'].nerd1 = { name: "William", title: "William, A married guy who was staying at the hotel during TwitchCon.", gender: 'M', caption: "William, 'Milady' at the TwitchCon hotel", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Memories.includes("TwitchCosWin")>><<set $People['HS'].nerd2 = { name: "Levy", title: "Levy, the head judge at the cosplay competition, which may have had something to do with the result.", gender: 'M', caption: "Lead Judge at TwitchCon", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchFly")>><<set $People['HS'].nerd3 = { name: "Bric", title: "Bric, from DieQuest", gender: "M", caption: "Bric, from DieQuest", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Ryan Gary">><<set $People['HS'].nerd4 = { name: "Ryan Gary", title: "Ryan Gary, Our last minute replacement for the League Open", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan Gary, the fifth from TwitchCon", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchApp")>><<set $People['HS'].nerd5 = { name: "Chuck", title: "Chuck, the 'good luck' confident guy from TwitchCon", gender: "M", caption: "Chuck, the 'good luck' confident guy from TwitchCon", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Elijah">><<set $People['HS'].nerd6 = { name: "Elijah", title: "Elijah, The guy I grabbed for the Open", gender: "M", caption: "Elijah, the fifth I sourced at the Open", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd7 = { name: "Mark", title: "Mark insisted we meet up off a DM. He was hot online. In person...charming, enough?", gender: 'M', caption: "Mark, successful catfisher", olderMan: true , age: 42, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd8 = { name: "Wil", title: "Got an autograph from Wil at the con, and a memory or two", gender: "M", caption: "Wil, a not-so-famous Sci Fi actor", age: 37, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Eric">><<set $People['HS'].nerd9 = { name: "Eric", title: "Eric, Ethan's older brother, was my first DM, teaching me D&D and D.", gender: 'M', caption: "Eric, my first DM", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd10 = { name: "Gianna", title: "Gianna was a super hot DVA at TwitchCon", gender: "F", caption: "Gianna, DVA at TwitchCon" , age: 18, ethnicity: "asian"}>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd11 = { name: "Avery", title: "Avery, one of the few other girls at the TwitchOpen", gender: "F", caption: "Avery, also mained Ahri" , age: 20, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd12 = { name: "Faith", title: "Faith, a Twitch Streamer at TwitchCon", gender: "F", caption: "Faith, Streamer at TwitchCon", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].nerd13 = { name: "Jerry", title: "Jerry, nerd that had a popular twin brother", gender: "M", caption: "Jerry, nerdy twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Loser">> <<set $People['HS'].loser1 = { name: "Titus", title: "Titus, a creepy old alumnus who was always around.", gender: 'M', caption: "Titus, a creepy alumnus", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser2 = { name: "Commodus", title: "Commodus was a weird kid, but new I was an easy mark.", gender: 'M', caption: "Commodus, weird kid", age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<if visited("HS002 - Loser2_Sports")>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== 'Rod'>><<set $People['HS'].sports1 = { name: "Rod", title: "Rod, We spent a ton of time together. Afternoons, weekends, alone and sweaty.", gender: 'M', caption: "Coach Rod", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 42, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sports2 = { name: "Dick", title: "The assistant coach was always the last one around, and sometimes I showered too long", gender: "M", caption: "Dick, the assistant coach", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports3 = { name: "Willy", title: "Willy could never demonstrate what we were doing in PE, but I knew he was fit enough", gender: "M", caption: "Willy, high school PE teacher", olderMan: true, age: 51, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports6 = { name: "Gael", title: "Gael, judge at a competition", gender: "M", caption: "Gael, volleyball judge" , age: 30, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sports7 = { name: "Ryder", title: "Ryder, male club volleyball player", gender: "M", caption: "Ryder from the men's volleyball club", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports8 = { name: "Kayden", title: "Kayden, Away Game bus driver", gender: "M", caption: "Kayden, bus driver" , age: 32, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sports9 = { name: "Eleanor", title: "All that time in locker rooms meant it was easy with Eleanor", gender: "F", caption: "Eleanor, one of my teammates", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports10 = { name: "Hazel", title: "Hazel looked great in the spandex, taking a serve", gender: "F", caption: "Hazel, one of my teammates", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports11 = { name: "Madelyn", title: "Madelyn was there for me and the team in a pinch", gender: "F", caption: "Madelyn, pinch hitter", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports12 = { name: "Fat Bob", title: "Fat Bob, our water boy", gender: "M", caption: "Fat Bob, Volleyball waterboy", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports13 = { name: "Dr. Angels", title: "Dr. Angels, our sports trainer", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Angels, Sports Trainer", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports14 = { name: "Klaus", title: "Klaus was the Rod on another squad", gender: "M", caption: "Klaus, a foreigner and opponent's squad captain.", olderMan: true, age: 49, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<else>> <<set $People['HS'].popular1 = { name: "Dominic", title: "Dominic, brother of a 'friend'", gender: "M", caption: "Dominic, a friend's brother", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular2 = { name: "Carson", title: "Carson, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Carson, HS hottie", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular3 = { name: "Austin", title: "Austin, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Austin, HS hottie" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular4 = { name: "Jace", title: "Jace, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Jace, HS hottie", age: 16, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular6 = { name: "Kingston", title: "Kingston, a hanger-on", gender: "M", caption: "Kingston, popular wannabe", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular7 = { name: "Sawyer", title: "Sawyer, our group's 'bicycle'", gender: "M", caption: "Sawyer, popular-crowd hookup", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser5 = { name: "Danny", title: "Danny heard rumors about me...that I made true", gender: "M", caption: "Danny, interested in the truth in the lies", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser4 = { name: "Aria", title: "Aria wanted to be popular and thought I was her in-road", gender: "F", caption: "Aria, popular wannabe, like me", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular10 = { name: "Nora", title: "Nora and I had to keep our hookups on the DL to not get outed", gender: "F", caption: "Nora, HS popular girl", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].loser3 = { name: "Lonny", title: "Lonny came up short for Prom King last year", gender: "M", caption: "Lonny, last year's Prom King...runner-up", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== 'Rod'>><<set $People['HS'].sports1 = { name: "Rod", title: "Rod, We spent a ton of time together. Afternoons, weekends, alone and sweaty.", gender: 'M', caption: "Coach Rod", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 42, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sports2 = { name: "Dick", title: "The assistant coach was always the last one around, and sometimes I showered too long", gender: "M", caption: "Dick, the assistant coach", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports3 = { name: "Willy", title: "Willy could never demonstrate what we were doing in PE, but I knew he was fit enough", gender: "M", caption: "Willy, high school PE teacher", olderMan: true, age: 51, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $HS.paddyHU == "Marty">><<set $People['HS'].sports4 = { name: "Marty", title: "Playing with Marty once wasn't enough. I was a bright part of his year.", gender: 'M', caption: "Marty, Paddy regular", olderMan: true, age: 55, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<if $HS.paddyHU == "Sean">><<set $People['HS'].sports5 = { name: "Sean", title: "Sean and I spent a few late nights opening me while closing up the bar.", gender: 'M', caption: "Sean, Paddy's bartender", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sports6 = { name: "Gael", title: "Gael, judge at a competition", gender: "M", caption: "Gael, volleyball judge" , age: 30, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sports7 = { name: "Ryder", title: "Ryder, male club volleyball player", gender: "M", caption: "Ryder from the men's volleyball club", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports8 = { name: "Kayden", title: "Kayden, Away Game bus driver", gender: "M", caption: "Kayden, bus driver" , age: 32, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sports9 = { name: "Eleanor", title: "All that time in locker rooms meant it was easy with Eleanor", gender: "F", caption: "Eleanor, one of my teammates", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports10 = { name: "Hazel", title: "Hazel looked great in the spandex, taking a serve", gender: "F", caption: "Hazel, one of my teammates", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports11 = { name: "Madelyn", title: "Madelyn was there for me and the team in a pinch", gender: "F", caption: "Madelyn, pinch hitter", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports12 = { name: "Fat Bob", title: "Fat Bob, our water boy", gender: "M", caption: "Fat Bob, Volleyball waterboy", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports13 = { name: "Dr. Angels", title: "Dr. Angels, our sports trainer", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Angels, Sports Trainer", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sports14 = { name: "Klaus", title: "Klaus was the Rod on another squad", gender: "M", caption: "Klaus, a foreigner and opponent's squad captain.", olderMan: true, age: 49, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Popular">> <<set $People['HS'].popular1 = { name: "Dominic", title: "Dominic, brother of a 'friend'", gender: "M", caption: "Dominic, a friend's brother", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular2 = { name: "Carson", title: "Carson, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Carson, HS hottie", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular3 = { name: "Austin", title: "Austin, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Austin, HS hottie" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular4 = { name: "Jace", title: "Jace, one of the hottest guys", gender: "M", caption: "Jace, HS hottie", age: 16, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular5 = { name: "Declan", title: "Declan, from our rival school", gender: "M", caption: "Declan, from a rival HS" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].popular6 = { name: "Kingston", title: "Kingston, a hanger-on", gender: "M", caption: "Kingston, popular wannabe", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular7 = { name: "Sawyer", title: "Sawyer, our group's 'bicycle'", gender: "M", caption: "Sawyer, popular-crowd hookup", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Derek">><<set $People['HS'].popular8 = { name: "Derek", title: "Derek was Big Man on Campus", gender: "M", caption: "Derek, Big Man on HS Campus", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].loser4 = { name: "Aria", title: "Aria wanted to be popular and thought I was her in-road", gender: "F", caption: "Aria, popular wannabe, like me", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular10 = { name: "Nora", title: "Nora and I had to keep our hookups on the DL to not get outed", gender: "F", caption: "Nora, HS popular girl", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular11 = { name: "Holly", title: "Holly, a cute underclassman wanted to help me with anything", gender: "F", caption: "Holly, a cute underclassman", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].popular12 = { name: "Lewis", title: "Lewis, former Prom King", gender: "M", caption: "Lewis, last year's Prom King", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<if $Memories.includes("Nearly won Battle of the Bands") || $Memories.includes("Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel1 = { name: "Lonnie", title: "Lonnie, The Metalhead that LOVED our band", gender: "M", caption: "Lonnie, Rock fanboi", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel2 = { name: "Willy Nielsen", title: "Willy gave me his card and we had a few meetings, though my band didn't go anywhere, he and I did.", gender: 'M', caption: "Willy Neilsen, music industry judge", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Memories.includes("Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel3 = { name: "Sara Morales", title: "Sara and I had a fling after her show.", gender: "F", caption: "Sara Morales", age: 30, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.label == true>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Clay">><<set $People['HS'].rebel4 = { name: "Clay", title: "Clay got coffee and talked some shop, and he helped me sing some high notes.", gender: "M", caption: "Clay, GRD Assistant" , age: 23, ethnicity: "white"}>><</if>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel5 = { name: "Colton", title: "Colton, singer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Colton, local singer", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel6 = { name: "Hunter", title: "Hunter, drummer in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Hunter, local drummer", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel7 = { name: "Christian", title: "Christian, a roadie passing through", gender: "M", caption: "Christian, a roadie", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel8 = { name: "Silas", title: "Silas, bassist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Silas, local bassist", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel9 = { name: "Xavier", title: "Xavier, guitarist in a local band", gender: "M", caption: "Xavier, local guitarist", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel10 = { name: "Aurora", title: "Aurora, my first female groupie", gender: "F", caption: "Aurora, my first groupie", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel11 = { name: "Draman", title: "Draman was on the downswing, but still high enough for him to hit it", gender: "M", caption: "Draman, down-and-out rocker", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel12 = { name: "Lloyd", title: "Lloyd promoted in the area and was willing to exchange favors", gender: "M", caption: "Lloyd, the promoter", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].rebel13 = { name: "Molly", title: "Molly ran a coffee shop I frequently performed at. For her clientele and her.", gender: "F", caption: "Molly, coffee shop owner", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">> <<set $People['HS'].prude1 = { name: "Ibrahim", title: "Ibrahim, Sunday school wasn't only learning about the bible, and Ibrahim fascinated me with his expansive knowledge.", gender: "M", caption: "Ibrahim, comparative religion teacher at Sunday School" , age: 26, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].prude2 = { name: "Emmett", title: "Emmett, tenor in the choir", gender: "M", caption: "Emmett, church tenor" , age: 22, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].prude3 = { name: "Jeremiah", title: "Jeremiah, visiting deacon", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremiah, visiting deacon" , age: 28, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].prude4 = { name: "Isaiah", title: "Isaiah, altar boy", gender: "M", caption: "Isaiah, an altar boy", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude5 = { name: "Eli", title: "Eli, church organist", gender: "M", caption: "Eli, church organist", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude6 = { name: "Grace", title: "Grace, who worked in the soup kitchen. We were already sweaty.", gender: "F", caption: "Grace, from the soup kitchen", age: 45, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prude7 = { name: "Zoey", title: "Zoey, from the church choir", gender: "F", caption: "Zoey, from the church choir", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Hull">><<set $People['HS'].prude8 = { name: "Minister John Hull", title: "Minister John Hull, proving the rumor", gender: "M", caption: "John Hull, Minister", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home" || $CC.hsv == "home">> <<set $People['HS'].home1 = { name: "Leo", title: "Leo, My neighbor growing up", gender: 'M', caption: "Neighbor Leo", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home2 = { name: "Damian", title: "Damian, a plumber when I was alone", gender: "M", caption: "Damian, a plumber", age: 33, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home3 = { name: "Chase", title: "Chase, the UPS guy", gender: "M", caption: "Chase, the UPS guy", age: 29, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home4 = { name: "Jesus", title: "Jesus, the older gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Jesus, our older gardener", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Carlos">><<set $People['HS'].home5 = { name: "Carlos", title: "Carlos, the younger, hot gardener.", gender: "M", caption: "Carlos, our young gardener", age: 32, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].home6 = { name: "Santiago", title: "Santiago, our middle-aged gardener", gender: "M", caption: "Santiago, our other gardener", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].home7 = { name: "Nova", title: "Nova, a babysitter. Took real good care of me.", gender: "F", caption: "Nova, a babysitter" , age: 19, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].home8 = { name: "Riley", title: "Riley from down the block and I loved to skinnydip together", gender: "F", caption: "Riley, a neighbor", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "vandal" || $CC.hsv == "vandal">> <<set $People['HS'].vandal1 = { name: "Malachi", title: "Malachi was a cop and I didn't want to get arrested", gender: "M", caption: "Malachi, a cop", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal2 = { name: "Mitchell", title: "Mitchell was school security and I needed back in", gender: "M", caption: "Mitchell, school security", schoolHelp: true, age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].vandal3 = { name: "Allie", title: "Allie, my partner in crime", gender: "F", caption: "Allie, my partner in crime", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Raymond">><<set $People['HS'].vandal4 = { name: "Raymond", title: "Raymond had his truck", gender: "M", caption: "Raymond, driver of the vandal vehicle", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "helper" || $CC.hsv == "helper">> <<set $People['HS'].helper1 = { name: "Beau", title: "Beau, leader of the neighborhood watch", gender: "M", caption: "Beau, neighborhood watch leader", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper2 = { name: "Rowan", title: "Rowan, working on his hot rod and needed help", gender: "M", caption: "Rowan with the hot rod", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].helper3 = { name: "Micah", title: "Micah, farmer from our Saturday farmer's market", gender: "M", caption: "Micah, Saturday farmer from the market", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "church" || $CC.hsv == "church">> <<set $People['HS'].church1 = { name: "Dylan", title: "Dylan, the Youth Minister", gender: "M", caption: "Dylan, Youth Minister", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church2 = { name: "Ezekiel", title: "Ezekiel, snack from youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Ezekiel, youth group hottie", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church3 = { name: "Josiah", title: "Josiah, cutie from youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Josiah, youth group hottie", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church4 = { name: "Charles", title: "Charles, youth group outreach brought him into the fold and my bed", gender: "M", caption: "Charles, from youth group outreach", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church5 = { name: "Eliana", title: "Eliana, soft-spoken youth group girl", gender: "F", caption: "Eliana, youth group hottie", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church6 = { name: "Lucy", title: "Lucy struggled with religion and her sexuality", gender: "F", caption: "Lucy, confused youth group girl", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].church7 = { name: "Clark", title: "Clark, surprisingly still got it up every time I gave him a bath", gender: "M", caption: "Clark, who wanted more than just a bath", olderMan: true, age: 58, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Samson">><<set $People['HS'].church8 = { name: "Samson", title: "Samson was the hottest in youth group", gender: "M", caption: "Samson, youth group hottie", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "partier" || $CC.hsv == "partier">> <<set $People['HS'].partier1 = { name: "Darnell", title: "Darnell, the green King in my circle", gender: "M", caption: "My hometown weed hookup, Darnell", age: 27, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier2 = { name: "Mohammed", title: "There was a taxi ride I got a little creative in payment for", gender: "M", caption: "Mohammed, a taxi driver", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier3 = { name: "Easton", title: "Easton, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Easton, rando at a house party", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier4 = { name: "Angel", title: "Angel, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Angel, rando at a house party", age: 28, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier5 = { name: "Nolan", title: "Nolan, a guy from a house party", gender: "M", caption: "Nolan, rando at a house party", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier6 = { name: "Naomi", title: "Naomi, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Naomi, rando at a house party", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier7 = { name: "Hannah", title: "Hannah, a girl from a house party", gender: "F", caption: "Hannah, rando at a house party", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier8 = { name: "Zeke", title: "Zeke, our go-to beer smuggler", gender: "M", caption: "Zeke always brought the kegs.", age: 27, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier9 = { name: "Linda", title: "Linda was always hooking up at parties", gender: "F", caption: "Linda was always hooking up at parties.", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].partier10 = { name: "Dr. Lawrence", title: "Dr. Lawrence tried to straighten me out, a different way.", gender: "M", caption: "Dr. Lawrence, school psychologist", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "gang" || $CC.hsv == "gang">> <<set $People['HS'].gang1 = { name: "Alejandro", title: "Alejandro, another gangbanger", gender: "M", caption: "Alejandro, fellow gangmember", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang2 = { name: "Mr. Lawson", title: "Mr. Lawson, judge", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Lawson oversaw juvvie court", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Amari">><<set $People['HS'].gang3 = { name: "Amari", title: "Amari, the Gators' Capo", gender: "M", caption: "Amari, gangleader", age: 29, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].gang4 = { name: "Elena", title: "Elena took her own piece, as she was entitled", gender: "F", caption: "Elena, fellow gangmember", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang5 = { name: "Maya", title: "Maya and I used each other as outlets. A release from what we endured from the gang guys", gender: "F", caption: "Maya, fellow gangmember", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang6 = { name: "Caleb", title: "Caleb, a crooked cop", gender: "M", caption: "Caleb, a crooked cop", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gang7 = { name: "Mr. Nobody", title: "Mr. Nobody, school janitor", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Nobody, the school's janitor, one of my most loyal customers", olderMan: true, age: 67, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "volunteer" || $CC.hsv == "volunteer">> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer1 = { name: "Joel", title: "Joel, homeless but kind", gender: "M", caption: "Joel, displaced person", olderMan: true, age: 58, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer2 = { name: "Matias", title: "Matias, Salvation Army supervisor", gender: "M", caption: "Matias, Salvation Army supervisor", age: 34, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer3 = { name: "Peter", title: "Peter, who inspired me with what he knew about Greenpeace", gender: "M", caption: "Peter, Greenpeace proselytizer", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer4 = { name: "Leah", title: "Leah and I hooked up on the beach while saving the turtles", gender: "F", caption: "Leah, Sea Turtle volunteer", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].volunteer5 = { name: "Paisley", title: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer and smelled of patchouli", gender: "F", caption: "Paisley, Salvation Army volunteer", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "sporty" || $CC.hsv == "sporty">> <<set $People['HS'].sporty1 = { name: "Patrick", title: "Patrick, on the shot-put team", gender: "M", caption: "Patrick, Track and Field shot-put", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty2 = { name: "Colt", title: "Colt, top sprinter", gender: "M", caption: "Colt, HS top sprinter", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty3 = { name: "Tristan", title: "Tristan, a coach who was visiting for an away game", gender: "M", caption: "Tristan, coach for an opposing team", olderMan: true, age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Barkewitcz">><<set $People['HS'].sporty4 = { name: "Barkewitcz", title: "The softball coach, Barkewitcz", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Barkewitcz", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty5 = { name: "Delila", title: "Delila sat behind home plate and could kneel before me for hours.", gender: "F", caption: "Delila on the softball team", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty6 = { name: "Valentina", title: "Valentina was quick between the bases and between the sheets", gender: "F", caption: "Valentina, softball shortstop", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty7 = { name: "Kevin", title: "Kevin, star athlete who had a nerdy twin brother", gender: "M", caption: "Kevin, athletic twin", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty8 = { name: "Coach Liam", title: "Coach Liam knew how to help my stretch", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Liam, the track coach", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty9 = { name: "Assistant Coach Justin", title: "Justin didn't just assist the Track and Field girls", gender: "F", caption: "High Jump Assistant Coach Justin" , age: 28, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty10 = { name: "Rolf", title: "Rolf was a long-distance champ I met at Districts", gender: "M", caption: "Rolf, Districts long-distance champ" , age: 17, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].sporty11 = { name: "Sabrina", title: "Sabrina was a hottie I met in the motel Sauna", gender: "F", caption: "Sabrina, motel sauna hottie" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "beach" || $CC.hsv == "beach">> <<set $People['HS'].beach1 = { name: "Nash", title: "Nash, from beach 'security'", gender: "M", caption: "Nash, from beach 'security'" , age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].beach2 = { name: "Jeremy", title: "Jeremy, hotshot surfer", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremy, a hotshot surfer", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].beach3 = { name: "Kash", title: "Kash, a nudist -- who shouldn't have been", gender: "M", caption: "Kash, beach nudist", age: 35, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Ian">><<set $People['HS'].beach4 = { name: "Ian", title: "Ian shared lifeguarding shifts with me", gender: "M", caption: "Ian, another lifeguard", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].beach5 = { name: "Kinsley", title: "Kinsley looked hot in a bikini", gender: "F", caption: "Kinsley, beach bum", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].beach6 = { name: "Ruby", title: "Ruby, a nudist -- who shouldn't have been", gender: "F", caption: "Ruby, beach nudist", age: 30, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "club" || $CC.hsv == "club">> <<set $People['HS'].club1 = { name: "Gareth", title: "Gareth had a weird name, and didn't need the cash, based on the house his parents lived in, but I enjoyed a discount from time to time -- I enjoyed him too.", gender: "M", caption: "My hometown coke dealer, Gareth", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club2 = { name: "Ajani", title: "There was a taxi ride I got a little creative in payment for", gender: "M", caption: "Ajani, a taxi driver", age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club4 = { name: "Amin", title: "Amin and I took pills and had blissed-out sex at his place", gender: "M", caption: "Amin, pills and sex", age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club3 = { name: "Nebula", title: "'Nebula' -- never got his name, but dragged him off the club floor to the bathroom.", gender: "M", caption: "'Nebula' guy from that club", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "DJ Eros">><<set $People['HS'].club5 = { name: "DJ Eros", title: "DJ Eros.", gender: "M", caption: "DJ Eros", age: 24, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].club6 = { name: "Genesis", title: "Genesis and I were out at the clubs, and high enough it was bound to happen", gender: "F", caption: "Genesis, fellow clubber", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club7 = { name: "Audrey", title: "Audrey wanted the hook-up, I wanted to hook up", gender: "F", caption: "Audrey paid me for access", age: 18, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].club8 = { name: "Della", title: "Della and I sometimes got too drunk by the end of a night out.", gender: "F", caption: "Della, clubbing bestie", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club9 = { name: "Rocko", title: "Rocko was a bouncer at Tao", gender: "M", caption: "Rocko, bouncer at Tao", age: 23, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].club10 = { name: "K-Guy", title: "Never got his name, but we fucked while on K", gender: "M", caption: "Some guy, blissed out after a night out", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "tailgate" || $CC.hsv == "tailgate">> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate1 = { name: "Roddy", title: "Roddy was my dad's old college friend. Only ever saw him at games.", gender: "M", caption: "Roddy, my dad's old college friend", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate2 = { name: "Shawn", title: "Shawn, grillmaster knew his hot meat", gender: "M", caption: "Shawn, who was in charge of the grill at games", age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate3 = { name: "Erron", title: "Erron, champ on and off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Erron, Auburn all-star", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].tailgate4 = { name: "Sadie", title: "Sadie, one of Auburns Cheerleaders", gender: "F", caption: "Sadie, Auburn cheerleader", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "outdoors" || $CC.hsv == "outdoors">> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors1 = { name: "Preston", title: "Preston, fellow hiker", gender: "M", caption: "Preston, fellow hiker", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors2 = { name: "Kaleb", title: "Kaleb, neighbor from the next camp", gender: "M", caption: "Kaleb, camping neighbor", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors3 = { name: "Phoenix", title: "Phoenix, park ranger", gender: "M", caption: "Phoenix, park ranger", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors4 = { name: "Autumn", title: "Autumn communed with me in nature", gender: "F", caption: "Autumn, camping neighbor", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].outdoors5 = { name: "Quinn", title: "Quinn healed me when I sprained my ankle", gender: "F", caption: "Quinn, medicine woman", age: 40, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<set $People['HS'].power1 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon was a teacher's assistant in the science department, covering labs and always had an inside track on test questions.", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, a high school teaching assistant", schoolHelp: true , age: 24, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power2 = { name: "Jose", title: "There was something about Jose's accent, rolling the tongue, or the Latin root.", gender: "M", caption: "Jose, high school Spanish Teacher", schoolHelp: true, age: 26, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power3 = { name: "Paul", title: "Paul was young, cute, and made Nabakov's Lolita make sense.", gender: "M", caption: "Paul, high school English teacher", schoolHelp: true , age: 28, ethnicity: "black"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power4 = { name: "Karl", title: "We joked that Karl was around when algebra was created but he __did__ know how to balance my equations", gender: "M", caption: "Karl, high school math teacher", schoolHelp: true , age: 25, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Mark">> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel" || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 2>> <<set $People['HS'].power5 = { name: "Mark", title: "Sure, our principal sent me to detention a ton. He had ulterior motives.", gender: "M", caption: "Mark, the principal", olderMan: true, schoolHelp: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].power6 = { name: "Everett", title: "Everett, who used to buy us alcohol", gender: "M", caption: "Everett, our alcohol hookup.", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].power7 = { name: "Brooklyn", title: "Brooklyn, our Sex Ed teacher. Really gave me the ins and outs.", gender: "F", caption: "Brooklyn, Sex Ed Teacher", schoolHelp: true, age: 30, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].power8 = { name: "Cora", title: "Cora, queen of the cafeteria", gender: "F", caption: "Cora, lunch lady", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "books">> <<set $People['HS'].books1 = { name: "Carolina", title: "Caroline got me between the stacks", gender: "F", caption: "Carolina, library assistant", age: 23, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books2 = { name: "Athena", title: "Athena, my tutor who did more than teach", gender: "F", caption: "Athena, my HS tutor", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books3 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon, creative writing teacher", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, creative writing teacher", age: 26, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books4 = { name: "Javier", title: "Javier took me between the stacks", gender: "M", caption: "Javier, librarian", age: 30, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].books5 = { name: "George", title: "George, who was more than eager to sign my first-edition copy at a meet and greet", gender: "M", caption: "George, famed sci-fi author", olderMan: true, age: 64, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("CheerCaptain")>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== 'Warren, Varsity QB'>><<set $People['HS'].warren = { name: "Warren", title: "Warren led our Varsity squad on the field and let me to bed off the field", gender: "M", caption: "Warren, high school Varsity QB", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader1 = { name: "Coach LeTourneau", title: "Coach LeTourneau.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach LeTourneau", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader2 = { name: "Theo", title: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", gender: "M", caption: "Theo, HS Basketball Star", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader3 = { name: "Maverick", title: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", gender: "M", caption: "Maverick, HS Wrestling Star", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader4 = { name: "Hailey", title: "Hailey wasn't truly a blonde", gender: "F", caption: "Hailey, fellow cheerleader", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].cheerleader5 = { name: "Aubrey", title: "Aubrey was super flexible and vocal, sidelines or in bed", gender: "F", caption: "Aubrey, fellow cheerleader", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == "act">> <<set $People['HS'].act2 = { name: "Josephine", title: "Josephine, a stage manager", gender: "F", caption: "Josephine, a stage manager", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act3 = { name: "Kenneth", title: "Kenneth, audition room hook-up", gender: "M", caption: "Kenneth, from an audition" , age: 24, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].act4 = { name: "Bodhi", title: "Bodhi, casting agent", gender: "M", caption: "Bodhi, casting agent", age: 25, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act5 = { name: "Tobias", title: "Tobias, casting director", gender: "M", caption: "Tobias, casting director" , age: 35, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].act6 = { name: "Malcolm", title: "Malcolm, co-star I read opposite", gender: "M", caption: "Malcolm, co-star I read opposite", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act7 = { name: "Martin", title: "Martin, an agent I met with", gender: "M", caption: "Martin, legit agent", age: 29, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act8 = { name: "Daxton", title: "Daxton, 'up and coming' director", gender: "M", caption: "Daxton, 'up-and-coming' director", age: 34, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act9 = { name: "Rory", title: "Rory, casting assistant", gender: "M", caption: "Rory, casting assistant", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act10 = { name: "Gideon", title: "Gideon, a film producer", gender: "M", caption: "Gideon, film producer", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act11 = { name: "Bradley", title: "Bradley, TV producer", gender: "M", caption: "Bradley, TV producer", olderMan: true, age: 45, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act12 = { name: "Emery", title: "Emery, a casting agent", gender: "F", caption: "Emery, casting agent", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act13 = { name: "Jen", title: "Jen, who ran a 'pay to play' community", gender: "F", caption: "Jen, actor extorter", age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act15 = { name: "Tom", title: "Tom...you know who...gave me tips in his trailer", gender: "M", caption: "Tom...you know who", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set $People['HS'].act27 = { name: "Chaz", title: "Chaz ran my PR, management, and our bedroom", gender: "M", caption: "Chaz, PR Manager", age: 31, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act28 = { name: "Franco", title: "Franco hit me up on socials...just another one of his famous 'manipulations'", gender: "M", caption: "Franco, blacklisted A-lister", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act29 = { name: "Cherie", title: "Cherie was a beast for my career and in the bedroom", gender: "F", caption: "Cherie, my manager", age: 30, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act30 = { name: "Emaline", title: "Emaline was another actress on set and became my 'I knew her when'", gender: "F", caption: "Emaline, another actress", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> <<set $People['HS'].act14 = { name: "Jessup", title: "Jessup really knew how to get into me", gender: "M", caption: "Jessup, my acting coach", olderMan: true, age: 70, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act24 = { name: "Hardy", title: "Hardy took acting classes from Jessup, probably since the beinning of time", gender: "M", caption: "Hardy, one of Jessup's long-time students", olderMan: true, age: 65, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act25 = { name: "Kaplan", title: "Jessup told me that Kaplan had contacts...none of them panned out", gender: "M", caption: "Kaplan, Jessup's contactless contact" , age: 29, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].act26 = { name: "Ronnie", title: "Ronnie ran the place where Jessup held his classes. We stayed after", gender: "M", caption: "Ronnie owned Jessup's class space", age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 3>> <<set $People['HS'].act20 = { name: "Yuri", title: "Yuri offered acting opportunities overseas...for a price", gender: "M", caption: "Yuri, international 'casting'", age: 36, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act21 = { name: "Willy", title: "Willy was directing an 'unsimulated' romance movie", gender: "M", caption: "'Unsimulated' Willy", olderMan: true , age: 43, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].act22 = { name: "Orin", title: "Orin was in a super-indie film where the sex was real, and never seemed to be released", gender: "M", caption: "Orin, 'co-star' with real sex", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act23 = { name: "Rudey", title: "Rudey was supposed to help market a tiny film I was a part in", gender: "M", caption: "Rudey, 'marketer' for indie films", olderMan: true, age: 54, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<else>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Vance">><<set $People['HS'].act1 = { name: "Vance", title: "Vance played Romeo opposite me", gender: "M", caption: "Vance, my Romeo", age: 22, ethnicity: "latin" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].act16 = { name: "Milly", title: "Milly knew all the hiding places in the theatre", gender: "F", caption: "Milly, the assistant stage manager", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act17 = { name: "Denis", title: "Denis, our director of 'Romeo & Juliet', gave me lessons in pentameter", gender: "M", caption: "Denis, director of R&J", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act18 = { name: "Topper", title: "Topper, our 'Capulet' and I roleplayed some stuff that woulda been crazy even for Shakespeare", gender: "M", caption: "Topper played my 'father' Capulet", olderMan: true, age: 50, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].act19 = { name: "Ty", title: "Ty, our 'Rosaline' made for an interesting love triangle", gender: "F", caption: "Ty, our (and my) 'Rosaline'" , age: 20, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == "job">> <<if $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<set $People['HS'].job1 = { name: "Mateo", title: "Mateo, a server at Deb's showed me what was special tonight", gender: "M", caption: "Mateo, server at Deb's", age: 29, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job2 = { name: "Russell", title: "Russell, regular at Deb's, possessive in-person and in bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Russell, Deb's pushy regular", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job3 = { name: "Juan", title: "Juan, the porter at Deb's always helped clean up after", gender: "M", caption: "Juan, Deb's porter", age: 33, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job4 = { name: "Skyler", title: "Skyler, a server at Deb's who helped me close up", gender: "F", caption: "Skyler, server at Deb's", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job5 = { name: "Iris", title: "Iris, a beautiful hostess at Deb's", gender: "F", caption: "Iris, hostess at Deb's", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<set $People['HS'].job6 = { name: "Sebastian", title: "Sebastian, I delivered for him and to him regularly", gender: "M", caption: "Sebastian, delivery regular", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job7 = { name: "Aidan", title: "Aidan got his pizza delivery girl fantasy fulfilled", gender: "M", caption: "Aidan, after a pizza delivery", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job8 = { name: "Wyatt", title: "Wyatt, another Dasher helped me kill time", gender: "M", caption: "Wyatt, fellow delivery guy", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].job9 = { name: "Lydia", title: "Lydia had a cute scooter. We rode it together.", gender: "F", caption: "Lydia, fellow delivery girl", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'dance'>> <<set $People['HS'].dance1 = { name: "Atticus", title: "Atticus, owner of the dance studio", gender: "M", caption: "Atticus, dance studio owner", age: 37, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance2 = { name: "Omar", title: "Omar, only straight guy in my dance class", gender: "M", caption: "Omar, from dance", age: 25, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance3 = { name: "Misty", title: "Misty, a beautiful ballerina", gender: "F", caption: "Misty, ballerina", age: 28, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].dance4 = { name: "Nevaeh", title: "Nevaeh, one of my instructors", gender: "F", caption: "Navaeh, Ballet teacher", age: 30, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'piano'>> <<set $People['HS'].piano1 = { name: "Madame Demianova", title: "Madame Demianova figured out my tempo.", gender: "F", caption: "Madame Demianova" , age: 58, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<set $People['HS'].piano2 = { name: "Mr. Demianova", title: "Mr. Demianova drove me home a few times.", gender: "M", caption: "Mr. Demianova", olderMan: true, age: 61, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'gym'>> <<set $People['HS'].gym1 = { name: "Zane", title: "Zane, gymnastic judge", gender: "M", caption: "Zane, gymnastic judge", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym2 = { name: "Adeline", title: "Adeline was our trainer and helped me with more than a sprain", gender: "F", caption: "Adeline, gym trainer", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym3 = { name: "Laney", title: "Laney, fellow gymnast", gender: "F", caption: "Laney, fellow gymnast", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym4 = { name: "Aleksandr", title: "Aleksandr was very hands on in his approach to improving my gymnastic form", gender: "M", caption: "Aleksandr, former Soviet Olympian gymnast", olderMan: true, age: 53, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym5 = { name: "Byron", title: "Byron, who wanted to receive nudes", gender: "M", caption: "Byron, nude enjoyer", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].gym6 = { name: "Sheridan", title: "Sheridan, who blackmailed me with nudes he found", gender: "M", caption: "Sheridan, blackmailer", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Coach Vovk">><<set $People['HS'].gym5 = { name: "Coach Vovk", title: "Coach Vovk.", gender: "M", caption: "Coach Vovk", olderMan: true, age: 59, ethnicity: "white" }>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'read'>> <<set $People['HS'].read1 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce, teacher at the community college", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, my teacher at community college", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read2 = { name: "Hudson", title: "Hudson, went to community college with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Hudson from community college", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].read3 = { name: "Julian", title: "Julian showed me around a college campus", gender: "M", caption: "Julian, college student and tour guide", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $People['HS'].cheer1 = { name: "Bella", title: "Bella, another cheerleader", gender: "F", caption: "Bella, a cheerleader", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<set $People['HS'].regex1 = { name: "Jackie", title: "Jackie was my roommate from summer camp", gender: "F", caption: "Jackie, Summer Camp fling" , age: 16, ethnicity: "latin"}>> <<set $People['HS'].regex2 = { name: "Shauna", title: "Shauna was a boyfriend's ex...she and I looked a lot alike.", gender: "F", caption: "Shauna, a boyfriend's ex", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<if visited("HS002 - Studies")>> <<set $People['HS'].study1 = { name: "Paxton", title: "Paxton, PSAT proctor", gender: "M", caption: "Paxton, proctor at my PSAT", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.vCard.name !== "Harden">><<set $People['HS'].study2 = { name: "Harden", title: "Harden, my highschool tutor", gender: "M", caption: "Harden, my highschool tutor", age: 22, ethnicity: "asian" }>><</if>> <<set $People['HS'].study3 = { name: "Chang", title: "Chang, a study buddy", gender: "M", caption: "Chang, study buddy", age: 17, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel")>> <<set $People['HS'].model1 = { name: "Schrantz", title: "Schrantz was a foreign photographer that had a hands-on approach.", gender: "M", caption: "Schrantz, a foreign photographer", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model2 = { name: "Terry", title: "Terry insisted on nude shoots and getting in the mood.", gender: "M", caption: "Terry, nude photographer", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model3 = { name: "Weber", title: "Weber took me out for drinks after our shoot.", gender: "M", caption: "Weber, one of my photographers", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model4 = { name: "Mario", title: "Mario was a model manager that tested me out...and didn't pick me up.", gender: "M", caption: "Mario, a model manager", age: 32, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].model5 = { name: "Emily", title: "Emily was an Australian model. I don't think she was gay, though. Lucky me!", gender: "F", caption: "Emily, Australian model", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Seven">> <<set $People['HS'].prom10 = { name: "Igor", title: "Igor was a guy who was always interested in me and didn't care if I was with other people.", gender: "M", caption: "Igor, one of my high school droolers", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom11 = { name: "Anthony", title: "Anthony was a guy who was always interested in me and wouldn't relent til I said yes.", gender: "M", caption: "Anthony, one of my high school droolers", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom12 = { name: "Jack", title: "Jack was a guy who was always interested in me and then lost interest once he landed me.", gender: "M", caption: "Jack, one of my high school droolers", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom13 = { name: "Logan", title: "Logan was a guy who was always interested in me and was glad I gave him the chance.", gender: "M", caption: "Logan, one of my high school droolers", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom14 = { name: "Mason", title: "Mason was a guy who was always interested in me and was willing to accept me hooking up with others.", gender: "M", caption: "Mason, one of my high school droolers", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom15 = { name: "Oliver", title: "Oliver was a guy who was always interested in me and preferred sloppy seconds.", gender: "M", caption: "Oliver, one of my high school droolers", age: 16, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['HS'].prom16 = { name: "Noah", title: "Noah was a guy who was always interested in me and seemed to like if I hooked up with others.", gender: "M", caption: "Noah, one of my high school droolers", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Stephen">> <<set $People['HS'].prom2 = { name: "Stephen", title: "Stephen, a dorky underclassmen with enough acne and fat for both of us.", gender: "M", caption: "Stephen, gross underclassman", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Absame">> <<set $People['HS'].prom3 = { name: "Absame", title: "Absame, exchange student from Somalia, and I showed him the American way", gender: "M", caption: "Absame, exchange student from Somalia", age: 17, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Miguel">> <<set $People['HS'].prom4 = { name: "Miguel", title: "Miguel was hot as hell and went to a rival high school.", gender: "M", caption: "Miguel, hottie from a rival school", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Chad">> <<set $People['HS'].prom5 = { name: "Chad", title: "Chad, Super Senior with a rep added me as a notch to his massively whittled headboard.", gender: "M", caption: "Chad, Super Senior", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $HS.promDate !== "Her Man">> <<set $People['HS'].prom7 = { name: "Joe", title: "Joe was Ava's boyfriend and it was a great way to get at her by letting him get in me.", gender: "M", caption: "Joe, Ava's boyfriend", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if visited("PromDate")>> <<if $CC.wealth lte 3>> <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.name == "Tyler")>> <<set $People['HS'].prom117 = { name: `"$CC.FFName" + "'s Dad"`, title: `""$CC.FFName" + "'s Dad drove us to Prom. And gave me a ride home later."`, gender: "M", caption: `""$CC.FFName" + "'s Dad, at Prom"` olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white"}>><</if>> <<else>> <<set $People['HS'].prom18 = { name: "Geoffrey", title: "Geoffrey was our limosine driver. I gave him a ride later in return.", gender: "M", caption: "Geoffrey, our Prom limo driver" , age: 30, ethnicity: "black"}>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me worried he infected me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to fuck my ass to avoid any risk.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("accidentally came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("broke the condom.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("took off the condom without telling me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had Plan B on hand because he preferred cumming in me.")>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("pressured me into anal.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to eat his ass.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to eat her ass.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("preferred cumming on my face.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("would smack me while he fucked me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("would smack me when she fucked me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to her.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me peg him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("had me fuck her with a strap-on.")>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("hated condoms, so came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("didn't have protection with him and convinced me once or twice wasn't that risky.")>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _bodyCountCap = $CC.HSBC>> <<bodySelection HS _bodyCountCap>>
<<if !visited("HS002 - PromDate")>> Back to the story? Awesome. Yeah, sorry about that. My bad. [[Forgive me|HS009 - HomeVign3][$sexcount = true]]? <<else>> On with the story? [[Finally|HS008 - PromNight][$sexcount = true]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight.png">> <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <<if $Memories.includes("PromQueen")>><<hat "tiara">><</if>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> I had barely paid attention most of the evening, enthralled with the beauty in front of me. He looked good day-to-day, but //damn// did he clean up well. I was moist from the moment I saw him in his tux. Goddamn things had to be easy for him. <br><br> Yeah, they must have been. Because he had no reaction when I urged him over to the bleachers so we could make out. His hand finding its way to between my thighs. By the time the night was closing out, my hormones were pounding through my body and I could tell he was ready. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>Before anyone noticed, Derek and I left Prom before anyone else could join us, en-route to the after party at <<print $CC.FName>>'s -- they'd [[find a way|HS008 - PromNight2]].<<else>>As we made good on our exit, I let <<print $CC.FName>> know she and the others would need to find other rides. She understood. What a good friend. <br><br> And so there we were, two incredibly horny kids alone in the backseat. Neither of us paid any attention to the guy driving. We were making out and pawing at each other [[ravenously|HS008 - PromNight2]].<</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> I don't know what I was thinking having all these guys as my 'dates'. At first there was a fun playfulness about it all, and they seemed content enough. But then, on our way to Prom, the dynamic of who was closest, who I was paying attention to...and then //at// Prom? Who was I dancing with. What did that mean for the others. And no one was happy with the idea of all dancing together. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 7>> <<set $HS.dates = 7>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Somehow, though, my allure seemed to keep them all drawn back to me regularly enough that they didn't leave my sphere of influence. It was a masterclass in manipulation, those around me getting physical attention, maybe some words, those away from me catching an eye and a look at a regular enough cadence. Fuck, this was //work//. <br><br> Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 6>> <<set $HS.dates = 6>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince almost all of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 5>> <<set $HS.dates = 5>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince most of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there were more than enough refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 4>> <<set $HS.dates = 4>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince more than half of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there was always two refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, pairs swapping off, tag-teaming in and out. And I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>> <<set $HS.dates = 3>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> With a little guile and good looks (I think), I was able to convince almost half of them to stick around. Good for my pride, bad for my tiredness. Only two could really dance with me at once, but that meant there was always one refreshed and ready to go. Constantly between two horny kids, and I wasn't able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.dates = 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> A little triad was manageable and they seemed content to share me as the night went on. Dancing one in front, one behind, I was a sandwich constantly between these two horny kids, not able to fight off four hands at once. <br><br> I don't know what happened to the other guys, because I was not given a break. Maybe one went off to get a refreshment or chat with a friend, but the other one insisted on continuing to dance. Then the other was back. <br><br> I was a sweaty mess by the time we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> It was far too much for me to handle and all my attempts to keep them strung along worked against me. Before long, I was alone on the dance floor, flown too close to the sun. <<Stats Confident -->>I made a quick, quiet exit and avoided the after party, lest anyone ask questions. Better to deal with them after a weekend for people to [[forget|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> He was a sweaty mess. Despite his repeated attempts to wipe his hands dry -- his slacks had to be soaked -- every time he touched me, it was clammy and moist. Yet, there was a puppydog quality about him that was endearing. His eyes were on me the entire night, and -- no cap -- there were some smokeshows at Prom. <br><br> He wanted to know all about me, he made sure I had a drink and kept tabs on how I was feeling. And then, towards the end of the dance, he had begun to notice the pairing off back by the bleachers, or outside for 'a smoke' and I think I heard a whimper. Like a dog that is hoping for a treat but doesn't want to upset Master. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> Fuck. I felt so bad. I gave him a little pull by his sticky fingers and he looked at me surprised, double-checking. Another pull and we were walking over to the bleachers, too. I think I could hear his heart in his chest. Then, he slammed me firmly against the rolled-up steps and dived in. <br><br> I felt the metal biting into my back and ass through my dress, his tongue diving into my mouth and I tried to match pace with him. As his hand wandered up to grope one of my breasts, I wondered if I was his first kiss. <br><br> We came up for air, instinctively giving a wipe across my mouth from his spit and my cheek from his oily skin. I laughed it off, one hand still firmly pressing me against the bleachers, the other on my chest. He'd gone from puppy to rottweiler real quick, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Uh hey, I think our ride is here for the after party."<</speech>> <br><br> He nodded, a flash in his eyes as every Prom trope entered his mind. We piled into the car and [[headed off|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> I felt bad but I would feel worse about a pity kiss. His oily skin and acne weren't helping my decision either. Anyway, our ride was here -- it was time to [[party|HS008 - PromNight2]]! <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> His tux was fan-tas-tic. I don't know where he got it, but the cummerbund was red, ruddy, fawn and blue of his home country. He had pops of traditional African flair in his pocket square and even brought me a fricking //King Protea// for my corsage. <br><br> And he had ''rhythm''. Dancing with him was incredible. We worked up a sweat and it wasn't the usual grinding and grabbing I was used to from other dance partners. We moved together and apart, matching tempo and motion with each other and the music. <br><br> People were pissed and I certainly heard some rather repugnant comments from the peanut gallery when we went for refreshments. <br><br> As the night began to wrap up, a slow dance, I ventured, <<speechPC>>"So are you interested in going to the after-party?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"My mother has asked that I be home promptly."<</speech>> That wonderful affected English. I couldn't help but smile and his smile was beautiful. <div id = "absame"> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>>I could <<link "try">><<replace "#absame">><<speechPC>>"Oh, you've //never// disobeyed?"<</speechPC>> My hands tucked lightly under his cummerbund, sliding side to side to stroke through his shirt. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"You don't want to see her when she's defied."<</speech>> He laughed uncomfortably. <<speechPC>>"Ever seen ''me'' defied?"<</speechPC>> My eyes flicked up to meet his dark chocolate pair. I could tell, I was having an effect. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Sounds about just as dangerous."<</speech>> As my hands slid nearer to the buttons, my cleavage was pressed up and together for his enjoyment. <<speechPC>>"I think danger is fun. Who knows. It's Prom anyway, when's the next time you'll be at Prom in America?"<</speechPC>> He coughed, I felt the meat in his pants reflexively pulse. He was swollen. He was going to say yes. <br><br> He didn't say yes, but we all piled into the vehicle and headed off to the after party. He was uncomfortable, distracted by the need to hide his state, but also by thoughts of his disobedience. <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey. We'll get you home soon enough, Absame."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, relieved. We pulled up in front of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home And we [[headed inside|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Denied in what way?"<</speech>> As my hands slid nearer the buttons, my cleavage was pressed up and together for his enjoyment. <<speechPC>>"Come on. Who knows. It's Prom anyway, when's the next time you'll be at Prom in America?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"One night is not worth the pain of a lifetime with her."<</speech>> Wow, he was resilient. <br><br> So we piled in and headed off to the after party. I gave some directions to have us swing by and we left him in the care of his mother. And then the crew erupted into squeals, excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. <br><br> I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. All told, it was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and 'urge' him to come. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> I <<link "wanted to fuck him">><<replace "#absame">><<speechPC>>"We could get you home close to on-time? How's that sound?"<</speechPC>> I made a rather unsubtle feel between his legs, shielded from sight as we danced close. <br><br> He jerked back reflexively. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Excuse me."<</speech>> The dance ended abruptly and I was shocked by his reaction, I think more than he was by the offer. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>Rage and disappointment boiled up inside me as I watched him disappear. He was making a scene and now I was going to be the gossip. Fuming, I stomped off and out of the gym. I wasn't going to subject myself to any of them or a stupid [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]].<<else>>I shook my head in disbelief. His loss, though. I don't know how or if he got a ride home, maybe his Mom came to pick him up. <br><br> The rest of us, on the other hand, piled into the vehicle and headed off to the after party. The whole trip, the crew was squealing, full of excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. <br><br> I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. It was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> though. Maybe make that clear? <</if>> I tried to quash my thoughts, I had to <<link "respect him">><<replace "#absame">><<speechPC>>"Oh, of course. Want us to drop you off on the way?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"That would be lovely, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> God, it could make you melt. <br><br> So we piled in and headed off to the after party. I gave some directions to have us swing by and we left him in the care of his mother. And then the crew erupted into squeals, excitement and some rather crude questions and surprised expectations. <br><br> I laughed them off and just enjoyed their company for the night. It was a [[great Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>> and his mother.</div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> The night was a mix of reactions, but mostly jealousy from guys and girls. I loved showing up with a surprise on my arm. And he seemed to love showing up to a new meat market. And that's where the frustration came. I had to keep his attention somehow. <div id ="miguel"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> If he was that much of a pussy hound, I needed to get other <<link "pussy off his mind">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> Wait. Yes. //Fuck// him. <br><br> I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Wanna go outside and fuck?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She heard me, but he heard me too. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Uh, Si. //Si//. Gonna go fuck, kay, Ava?"<</speech>> Was his attempt at closing out the conversation while we moved away from her -- god, that felt good -- and left the gym into the [[cool evening air|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>> I didn't need to fight for his attention. I was <<link "better than that">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> Despite the fact that he was now chatting with Ava, I pushed down my own jealously and found <<print $CC.FName>>. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>. Sorry about El Douche."<</speech>> Pulling me into a little threesome with her date. <br><br> She kept me occupied and distracted for the rest of the night, screaming and bouncing along to music, getting trashed at the after party at her place and waking up curled up with her in bed the [[next morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> No, no no! Stop looking at those other girls. Just straight up <<link "tell him">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> He was talking to Ava. I was pissed. I stormed right up to him and gave him a not-so-gentle bump of my hip. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> he lifted an eyebrow. So did Ava. <<speechPC>>"Look, you're ''my'' date--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She cut me off, <<speech "Ava.png">>"And he's talking to //me//, bitch." <</speech>> <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 1>> I lost it. I grabbed her hair and <<shake 2s>>yanked<</shake>>. Soon, we were clawing and screaming. Dresses tearing, scratching and pulling at each other as chaperones were trying, desperately to pry us apart. <br><br> Fury only slowly calming inside me as an adjunct wrestling coach had my arms pinned back, trying to hurt her with my eyes. <br><br> I was being dragged out of the gym. Guess my night was ending early. <<print $CC.FName>> was giving an "Oops" face. Ava looked like she had taken more than she had given. Miguel...oh. Was off chatting up another girl, despite the show. <br><br> After receiving a stern talking to, a write-up for detention, I decided better [[not head to an after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]] without Miguel and after that display. <<else>> I wasn't going to rise to the occasion. Rolling my eyes, I pulled at Miguel but he wouldn't come, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Despues, chica."<</speech>> He waved me away. <br><br> I fumed alone, but was pleasantly surprised when he was amongst the crew climbing into the vehicle to head to [[the after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>, right? <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>> Keep his <<link "eyes on the prize">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- my cleavage pressing against him from behind, my hand sliding down into his, lightly brushing his palm. <<speechPC>>"Having fun?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Uh, Si."<</speech>> Not won yet, but he did look back at me at his shoulder. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> I leaned in, letting my lips lightly brush his earlobe and shifting to make sure that only he heard me. My breath warm into his ear, <<speechPC>>"Leaving me alone might make you lonely. It's not very nice...and I can be very nice."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He chuckled, his eyes distant as he considered, but he hadn't looked back at Ava who was stewing -- god, that felt good. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"That a promise, chica?"<</speech>> I gave his earlobe a little tug with my teeth. <br><br> A few moments later we were dancing. I made sure to let him grab and pull me against him, much to the chagrin of the chaperones. I wanted him to see skin, I wanted to feel his excitement, I needed to keep him with me until we left the gym for the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <</replace>><</link>> and promise of the future. <</if>> <<else>> Keep his <<link "eyes on the prize">><<replace "#miguel">>I couldn't get him to the dance floor, I couldn't get him to chat by the refreshments. Fuck his wandering ass. <br><br> I slid up behind him and despite him being in the midst of a conversation with Ava -- maybe //because// of that fact -- my cleavage pressing against him from behind, my hand sliding down into his, lightly brushing his palm. <<speechPC>>"Having fun?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Uh, Si."<</speech>> Not won yet, but he did look back at me at his shoulder. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Que paso, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> I leaned in, letting my lips lightly brush his earlobe and shifting to make sure that only he heard me. My breath warm into his ear, <<speechPC>>"Leaving me alone might make you lonely. It's not very nice...and I can be very nice."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He chuckled, eyes dropping to consider me. Well, my body. Then my face, then back to Ava. Ouch, that hurt. <br><br> A few moments later, I was dancing, trying to avoid looking at them getting close. Joe, her guy was standing nearby, surprisingly unaffected by the entire display. My pride stung, but he was with the crew piling in to head off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <</replace>><</link>> and promise of the future. <</if>></div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> There was something perfunctory to the evening, not much chatter, but there was an enjoyable amount of attention to me and my body. He wanted to be close, he wanted to admire, and he definitely wanted to put his hands on me. <<speechPC>>"How many Proms is this for you?"<</speechPC>> I leaned in to whisper to him on the dance floor. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Six? Eight? Somethin' like that. God, you look hot"<</speech>> quickly changing the subject back to his preference. <br><br> I tried to convince myself he just wasn't much of a conversationalist. It explained the lack of attention and distance before. But it was certainly harder to excuse him as I battled his hands -- worse as the evening proceeded and we headed off to the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> Oh man was the evening awkward. <<print $CC.friend1>> was trying to figure out where he stood, was he a friend or was he a date. Or both? I could tell he was confused, I certainly was. <br><br> We were each trying to read each other's body language while we danced, hands tentatively on each other, conversation that normally was fluid had become abortive and jerky. <br><br> There was a rise of...fear? As the night came to a close and we both knew that the after parties came next. We [[clambered in|HS008 - PromNight2]] with everyone else as we headed to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> It hadn't been a cute look, letting Ava get distracted by her own hopes of winning the crown and 'accidentally' finding myself near her beaux, Joe. Even less cute were the texts I had been sending him over the past few weeks. Much more cute was his smile each time I appeared, or the way he let my fingers play with his. <br><br> And Ava hadn't noticed until it was far too late...the other girls were much more the wiser. Needless to say, making out against the bleachers was when Ava realized my machinations. They went outside, they fought, she fought back tears, and then Joe came in sheepishly, gave a little shrug and we were attached at the hip the remainder of the evening. <br><br> Clearly we weren't invited to Ava's after-party, but I hadn't considered that an option from the beginning of all this. Instead, we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. It was a smaller party, but much more my people. <br><br> Hand in hand with my new conquest, we strutted into the house, music already thumping and Solo cups in everyone's hands. Joe was cute enough, but his personality made it clear why he was with Ava...//was// with her. And why he was so easy to pry free. Quite a follower. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> gave me an awkward smile as we moved in, grabbing some party punch. Yeah, even my best friend was having trouble socially excusing my behavior. Oh well. <br><br> I dragged him out to the middle of her dining room and we began to dance, trying to ignore the [[whispers and looks|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Arvin">> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Arvin")>> We had spent the time leading up to Prom, as well as the perfunctory pre-Prom stuff, being as nonchalant and uninterested as possible. It was just a fun time, and an excuse for a 'Dad' to be protective and me not to stress about a date, or worry about them. Little did anyone know. <br><br> It wasn't the first time a kid had brought a family member to Prom, so it actually got easier once we were there. Keeping up appearances as we danced. But while there was an ease around us, there wasn't between us. We wanted to be closer, we wanted to breach the social contract and understanding of what we appeared to be -- supposed to be doing. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> I couldn't resist it. Leaning up onto my tiptoes mid-dance, <<speechPC>>"Can we just...leave early?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"What about the after party?"<</speech>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"//We// can't have one?"<</speech>> I smirked. We left, and he literally shook the Principal's hand before heading [[back home|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"This is hard."<</speechPC>> Leaning up onto my tiptoes mid-dance to whisper in his ear. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Yes. I am."<</speech>> He chuckled dirtily. He must be enjoying the secretive wrongness about this as well. <<speechPC>>"Good."<</speechPC>> A surreptitious little nip at his earlobe and we went back to dancing. He pulled me close in a 'comforting Dad' kind of way. My hand slipped between us to test his comment for truthfulness. <br><br> I'm not sure if anyone noticed that I was grabbing his cock the entire dance, but I was. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> looked a little surprised that we weren't headed to the after party, but it made sense. As weird as any of this was, it'd be far weirder if he attended a high school party with drinking and sex. <br><br> So we left the others to do typical Prom night stuff and we could do our typical [[night stuff|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<else>> It was certainly awkward, leading up to Prom and especially during the perfunctory pre-Prom stuff. My 'Dad' was just being protective and preventing me from having to worry about picking a date or what they'd be like. But there was this sexual tension //because// it was Prom that made even the most normal thing with him really awkward. I hoped that once the night was over, all that would pass. <br><br> It wasn't the first time a kid had brought a family member to Prom, so it actually got easier once we were there. Keeping up appearances as we danced. But while there was an ease around us, there wasn't between us. I couldn't help but catch these looks and curiously wonder if the tension I was feeling had a different reason. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3 && $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> //"Shit."// I thought. I wondered if he noticed the shock on my face. //"He ''wants'' this to be a date."// My heart jumped into my throat. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> I cocked my head to the side, surprised, both by the realization, but also by how my pussy just reacted. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes investigated his, searching for hidden communication. There was a back and forth as we danced, each trying to sus the other's intentions while still being safe. This was a powder keg that could have massive ramifications. <br><br> As the slow dance ended, I leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek, then leaned to his ear, cleavage purposefully against his arm, <<speechPC>>"Wanna get outta here?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I thought he'd die right there. Heart attack or something. I nearly fell as he jerked in response. He coughed a couple times and I could see his mind reeling while his body did the same. <br><br> He looked around, careful, concerned. Then he nodded. He shook Principal Mark's hand and we left, skipping <<print $CC.FName>>'s after party...I'd have to come up with a [[good excuse there|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> I pushed that thought from my mind hard and excused myself for a refreshment. He sheepishly became a wallflower for the rest of the night as I avoided him. And then he was gone, thankfully. <br><br> I didn't mention it to anyone, and it was not surprising to anyone that I came to the after party solo. It was a great time though, despite dateless. I got super fucking drunk. I needed to black this night out. <<print $CC.FName>> didn't mind being a little triad with her date and I. We danced the [[night away|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <<else>> I smiled, leaning my head against his chest, finishing off our slow dance. I felt him sigh, <<speechPC>>"Thanks, Dad."<</speechPC>> I cooed softly. He petted my head. <br><br> There was a tinge of sadness to his look as I waved to him and piled off with everyone else to the after party. It was a great time though, despite dateless -- would have been //far// too weird to have him join the debauchery. I got drunk, <<print $CC.FName>> didn't mind being a little triad with her date and I. We danced the [[night away|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> Harden had retained a respectful distance throughout the night. I could tell he liked me and I enjoyed the sort of chaste playfulness of the dancing and talking. <br><br> He looked young enough that kids weren't really paying attention, only <<print $CC.FName>> and my closest had any inkling that he was my tutor and older. To everyone else, he was just my extra-scholastic guy. I was fine with that. It felt more secretive. Like we were getting away with something. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"<<print $CC.name>>. You //can't//."<</speech>> There was firmness in his voice (and in his pants), but his eyes were softer, receptive. <<speechPC>>"No one saw!"<</speechPC>> a devilish smile. I had to be blueballing him at this rate, his ache was palpable. But he wasn't keen on this venue and seemed content to wait. <br><br> Such a polite guy. I couldn't help but laugh -- all the girls did -- as he was trying to get into our vehicle on the way to the after party. Something was making it very ''hard'' for him to bend over, to move his legs. <br><br> The cat was out of the bag and he took it in stride -- even while [[he couldn't|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> Going solo felt like a power-move, but it also was //incredibly// lonely. Everyone else was there paired off and paired up. Long-standing boyfriends and girlfriends, or relationships just in their beginning stages. It kind of reminded me how single I was at the moment. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> did her best to keep me not too down about it, but she had her date and I wasn't going to steal her away from him. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Confident">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> I ''could'' try to steal someone else, though. Talk about //power// //move//. <br><br> I began scanning the room for options, deciding whether or not I would be that selfish? Cruel? <div id="steal"> <<link "Empowered">><<replace "#steal">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Empowered. <br><br> And there was my target: I had only barely considered the idea before, but that had felt like a calculated, strategic decision. This felt more personal and less practical. Joe, just standing against the wall as Ava received fawning admirers, would be mine. <br><br> Taking the circuitous route, I managed to avoid Ava's sight-line while sidling up to her beaux. He didn't look up from his phone until I leaned in and gave a little whisper into his ear, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> No confusion, no excitement, simple, even-keeled. Hm. <<speechPC>>"She really doesn't give you your due."<</speechPC>> My chin nestled on his shoulder, both of us watching her be...her. <<speechPC>>"It's not fair to you."<</speechPC>> My lips were brushing his ear, my fingers lightly finding their way to his, <<speechPC>>"You deserve better."<</speechPC>> A little tug of my teeth at his lobe, then playful stroking along his palm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> I felt him shudder and fingers clasp into mine. His eyes darted towards Ava as if he had just committed the worst crime. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"A-are you...serious?"<</speech>> He gulped. <br><br> I nodded and began to surreptitiously guide him away from her cabal. Out of sight, out of mind, I hoped. <br><br> Soon, we were dancing. Others gave me looks, but it wasn't until we were climbing in together to head to the after party that Ava came screaming like a banshee out of the gym. He ducked inside the vehicle as I smiled and gave her the [[finger|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> He tugged away like a deer that had narrowly avoided being shot and drew back, not making eye contact, "Uh, Ava...want to dance?" He approached her quickly, I could tell he was making sure that she hadn't noticed. She blew his request for a dance off immediately, but accepted his hand as he moved in beside her. <br><br> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> A massive blow to my pride, I wasn't going to put up with any more of this lonely shit for the rest of the night. I skipped the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]] <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br><br> Nah, I <<link "couldn't">><<replace "#steal">> Nah, I couldn't. <br><br> And that's kind of how it went, danced some in little triads with people I knew and who were kind enough to engage. But by the time the night was winding down, even with <<print $CC.FName>>'s encouragement, I felt kind of empty and didn't want to subject myself to more of the same. <br><br> I ducked out of the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base ++]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<else>> And that's kind of how it went, danced some in little triads with people I knew and who were kind enough to engage. But by the time the night was winding down, even with <<print $CC.FName>>'s encouragement, I felt kind of empty and didn't want to subject myself to more of the same. <br><br> I ducked out of the [[after party|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">> <<print $CC.FName>> and I tore up the dance floor. Despite us going together, we barely raised an eyebrow. Girls were dancing together all over. Most of the guys were hanging back and the rest were trying to shove their hands up their date's dresses. It felt like we could hide in plain sight as we spun each other, laughed and enjoyed each other's company. I had been so nervous going into tonight that we would be pariahs, shamed and socially executed. Instead, no one noticed. Not even the chaperones. People just didn't think we had dates at all. <<speechPC>>"Isn't this crazy?"<</speechPC>> I pulled her close, thighs interlocking -- they were moist with our perspiration -- grinding in her the way a male date would. The chaperones would have separated us if we had been a het pair...us though? I could feel her warmth on the top of my leg. I ground into it and was rewarded with a shuddering breath in my ear. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I know...right?"<</speech>> She drew away. I could tell she didn't want to, but we were back dancing with fingers intertwined, spinning and swaying with each other, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Careful...I'd like to keep it that way."<</speech>> <br><br> Frowning slightly, my dancing stopped, <<speechPC>>"Embarrassed by me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"No. Just...we should be careful, yeah?"<</speech>> A flush of her cheeks made me wonder whether she meant it or if she was turned on. Or both. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"We should go party, yeah?"<</speech>> She was walking towards the exit. Or neither. <br><br> I nodded, lips a tight line. Had I misread things? I'd need to find out. We climbed back into our ride and headed off to her place for the [[after party|HS008 - PromNight2]]. <<else>> <<print $HS.promDate>> and I tore up the dance floor. We had //so// many events together at this point that we knew exactly how to dance with each other. While everyone else was awkwardly trying to find their tempo, or fending off too handsy dates, we were in a rhythm. <br><br> Everywhere around us was drama. People had shown up drunk. People were upset with old flames (or current hookups). People were crying. We, on the other hand, were ignored. We just got to enjoy ourselves. <br><br> We got our Prom pic together...that maybe would be the first important photo of us together in a long, long line of pictures in our relationship. School was coming to a close, but we had the future ahead of us. <br><br> Everyone else was still scrabbling around trying to figure out dating and partnership. We had it on lock. <br><br> It was fantastic to have someone this steady, my rock, to depend on. <br><br> The night eventually ended. There were tons of after-parties and events available to us, but we didn't need them. We had each other. And no one would bat an eye seeing us together. <br><br> We left the high school debauchery and idiocy behind us to simply spend the night with who mattered: each [[other|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>>
<<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <<if $Memories.includes("PromQueen")>> <<hat "tiara">> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 0>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. I frowned and looked at him in surprise, shaking my head and continuing to entwine tongues as I entwined my fingers on his freed phallus. <br><br> Pumping slowly, focused more on his pheromones and kissing him, it wasn't long before he broke the kiss, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> leaning back and making his intention clear. I didn't want to be a typical Prom Night notch. So I shook my head, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Oh come //on//. Are you for real? You little ''cocktease''."<</speech>> My attraction for him turned right off. I scooted away, despite the need in my nethers. <br><br> The car arrived at the party and we didn't say another word to each other. He went one way. I went the other. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<print $CC.FName>> knew me well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. <br><br> She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. <br><br> What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. And down I went, listening to him groaned as I moved awkwardly, trying to maintain the crown. His hand helped, pressing it down into my scalp as he forced me to go deeper. I gagged, he grunted and said, "Mhmm." Pulling up, he smiled down at me and then pressed back in making me gag again, repeating that with a massively pleased look on his face. <br><br> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 10>> <<face mussed>> <<cumSpray mouth>> I held it together and was held down as he began to cum, pumping his load into my throat while groaning out, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Good girl."<</speech>> Once finished, he guided me firmly to suck him dry before relieving me. Despite the soaked situation between my thighs, he chatted away pleasantly until we arrived at the party. <br><br> We grabbed some drinks and he pulled me into the dining room -- a makeshift dance area -- and got back to the makeout session from before. My body was pleading. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Luckily, it was only about one drink before, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Want to go find a room?"<</speech>> I nodded like a puppy that needed to go out. Without any romance, I led him by the leash of our entwined hands. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> I surprised myself when about one drink in, he whispered to me, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Want to go find a room?"<</speech>> My body balked. I felt so used from earlier, I pulled away from him and he just smiled, shrugging it off and turning away with the barest of recognition. Thankfully, <<print $CC.FName>> was there to be a shoulder to cry on. My makeup already a [[lost cause|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face crying runny>> So, I vomited all over his nice, new tux. He smacked me and it shocked me, my diaphragm already hitting up at my guts, the extra pain came out of nowhere. I was frazzled. He was //pissed//. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<print $CC.FName>> knew me well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. <br><br> She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. <br><br> What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> Having a cheering section waiting for you after winning a crown was incredibly fun, and even more fun was heading to an after party with <<print $HS.dates>> guys around you. It was extra crowded since there weren't really expectations for this many people to be traveling to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. And that's when they started to get extra handsy, using other people as cover and blocked eyelines. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as a finger sunk into me. A laugh to cover the gasp. I wanted to figure out which one of them it was, but I didn't want to give away what was happening. <br><br> I might have beset in on everyone until we were able to disembark in front of the house. <<else>> A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as I batted the hand away, pulling at the wrist. Then I tumbled off one of their laps and dropped onto the floorboards amongst all the nice shoes, my dress <<link "up around my hips">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, guys."<</speechPC>> I noticed that one of them, Aaron, did not look pleased. <br><br> Everyone else was laughing though and none the wiser. We all disembarked in front of the house without any more shenanigans, but I was sans one of the guys. Aaron departed without even saying goodbye.<<set $HS.dates -->> <</if>>en successful, I might not have been, but any chance of secrecy was gone as I started to cum right then and there. Still minutes away from the party, I was gasping and twitching slightly, hand grasping the wrist between my thighs as everyone in the vehicle got //quiet//. Except one, Aaron, who was chuckling at getting me off. <br><br> Then awkwardness <br><br> <<if $HS.dates gt 1>> And there we were, inside, grabbing drinks and getting into the party. We danced much the same that we had at the gym, but they had less restraint because of the lack of chaperones and people judging them. I had less restraint because I was getting drunk and really fucking horny from how they were acting all night. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I think they could tell my state of mind because after the first song, I was being brought off the dance floor down a hallway to find a room. All the work so far the evening had also left me exhausted. Wordlessly, [[easily complying|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.dates is 1>> Shit. Well, I still had one, the last, the loyal: Igor. Definitely the least good looking out of the bunch. We grabbed drinks and got to dancing. He was far less restrained given he had 'won', there were no chaperones, and no one to judge him or fight him. I was less restrained because I was reticent to lose my last date, and all the work of the evening had left me exhausted. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I think he could sense my state of mind, because soon he was guiding me off the floor without a word, trying to find a room for us to [[go to|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> I think he was empowered by being Prom King. And overjoyed to be spending the night with his Prom Queen. <br><br> As we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house, Stephen had a good clamp on my hand. I think a rainforest was growing. <<print $CC.FName>> gave a surprised nod and eyebrow raise. The sentiment was shared by everyone else this evening. It had felt like all eyes were on us -- and not in the best way. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I needed to make a decision about the rest of the night. Now. <div id="stephen"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>> It didn't matter. There wasn't //that// much school left, no matter <<link "the result">><<replace "#stephen">> Clasped together, handcuffed, we walked in together. Another wash of amazed looks passed over us. <br><br> I had thought that I was doing a good deed. Making an Underclassman's night. Little did I know exactly what that meant. He pulled me right to the dance floor -- the dining room rearranged. He pulled me much closer than at school, grinding hard on me. And I felt his hard on. <br><br> The puppy from earlier was long gone and now I felt like prey, but I wasn't going to be some tease. I didn't lead people on. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Feel that?"<</speech>> He chuckled in my ear as he humped slowly against my thigh. I nodded and saw his grin, letting the porn he watched inform his next words, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Ready for it?"<</speech>> <br><br> Fuck. My pussy was wet. Goddamn it, I hadn't even gotten a drink yet. He also wasn't waiting for my response, maybe he felt my heat and finally noticed what and where moisture was //supposed// to be. Feeling the stares in my back, he was walking me into the back of the house, on a [[new hunt|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> Even with the tail-end of school on the horizon, I couldn't kill my social standing over this. The girls had gotten their joke in and I needed to get <<link "out">><<replace "#stephen">> Slowly, I pried my fingers from his on the walk to the front door, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> He had noticed. I wasn't hiding my intentions well enough. <<speechPC>>"Uh, Steve--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"It's //Stephen//."<</speech>> We had pulled to a stop behind the others. Thankfully they didn't stay an audience. <<speechPC>>"Right, sorry. Look, tonight's been really fun--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Right, we're having a great time. Let's go."<</speech>> He pulled at me. I strained back. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"I don't get this hot-cold shit, but I'll see you inside."<</speech>> He pulled free, glowering, and went in. <br><br> Alone in the cool air, I chewed my lower lip, contemplating my options. If I went in, between knowing myself, seeing his reaction, and knowing...people...my identity would be destroyed. So, I [[left|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> Comments of "African King" were getting old. They came directly and showing outwardly complimentary, but still. I had upset the apple cart, and that I had won? Hurt that white pride. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> He denied a drink as soon as he noticed the scent of shitty vodka. So, I pounded one as politely as I could without upsetting him and we resumed our dancing on the dance floor -- space made in her dining room. <br><br> The dancing was different this time around, closer, more physical, with an animalistic and growing passion. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"I am sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, I really must be going home."<</speech>> He was breathing hard, he was hard. I lifted up, pressing my body to him in response and kissing him for the first time this evening. <br><br> My tongue tentatively probed at his lips and he accepted it. He pulled me closer as we began to make out in front of everyone, feeling his heartbeat in his chest against mine and his cock against my thigh. <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> I smiled after a few moments, fingers entwining with his, <<speechPC>>"Let's get you on your way home."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I don't think he understood the American idiom and play on words, but he understood the subtext, clearing his throat uncomfortably as I led him through the oft-walked hallway of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home. I found a suitable side room and [[guided him inside|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> It was incredible to me at how dispassionate he had been about becoming Prom King, almost like an expected bump to his pride, or maybe the reason we were heading together to the after party -- he had the Prom Queen with him. <br><br> Whatever the reason, we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house and headed to get some party punch together. And that's when my heart dropped. Somehow, Ava had swallowed her pride and was already //here//. Behind enemy lines. Forgoing her own party, probably because she had lost, to instead crash the Queen. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> She contentedly sipped punch, smiling at Miguel as we approached. <br><br> Despite my best efforts to corral him, Ava found her way to interpose herself. And there they were, laughing while I stood by, watching. I felt like Joe, just a few feet away who was sipping his punch, just like I was. Shit. <br><br> I had to move, and //now// to distract him again. My hand clasped into his, trying to physically pull him away and remind him of my presence. <br><br> A flick of his wrist, he didn't even look back. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Nah, pollo caliente. Nada para me? Nada para ti."<</speech>> Ava nyah-nyah'd over her shoulder as they walked away. I hadn't seen that in ages. Suited her well. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> sighed and clutched me to her, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Sorry bae, come dance."<</speech>> And we did. Until later when she came racing back to me from a bathroom break. <br><br> Tearfully dragging me down the hallway, I saw Joe leaning against the wall near her room. There was a thong hanging from the doorknob. She flung it aside, twisting and tugging at the handle. <<speech "Joe">>"Uh. Occupied."<</speech>> Joe tried to stave her off. <<speechPC>>"Her. Room, cuck-o."<</speechPC>> I was infuriated for her, all of tonight's miseries coming to a head together. Joe didn't fight me, but the door didn't open. <<print $CC.FName>> pounded on the door, we both screamed obscenities at Ava as we heard Miguel grunting and her squealing. <br><br> We didn't get back into the room. <<print $CC.FName>> and I curled up together on a couch and I comforted her, which comforted me. <br><br> It was a [[shitty-ass Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> Whether or not he clocked the crown on my head, or that he had been named Prom King was unclear. His eyes were lower. I could tell he was getting worked up and it was making some of the other girls uncomfortable. His presence usually did, and tonight they were getting it in spades. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> They scattered when we arrived at <<print $CC.FName>>'s, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Drink?"<</speech>> He grinned dumbly, pulling me towards the punch, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Here hold mine."<</speech>> A sloshing red beverage as he turned back to get mine. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"It's really loud here."<</speech>> He motioned to the invisible throbbing of music as I took my first sip. I knew what he meant. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, isn't the music great!"<</speechPC>> I leaned in, giving another tease of contact, my hand going for his and tugging him towards the dining room where a dance floor had been mocked up. He rolled his eyes but compliantly followed me out. <br><br> We continued dancing, more handsy than during Prom and my dress was constantly being <<link "tugged up">><<liftUpDress>><</link>> to show my ass. I let him, he grinned, quickly pounding his drink and nodding for me to follow suit. <br><br> I don't know who made the punch or if it was just he was well-practiced drinking, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I gotta slow down..."<</speechPC>> I whispered to him, giving him a peck on his cheek as I dropped back down. Did I mean to kiss him? <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"No worries...here..."<</speech>> And with my dress up around my hips, hand on my asscheek, he guided me away from the dance floor, my head [[leaning on his arm|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> <br><br> This had been on his brain since he asked me to Prom, probably, and he'd been patient. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, it is."<</speechPC>> I smiled, he smiled as I turned, his hand immediately giving my ass a firm smack. His fingers dug in as we weaved through the crowd, sipping our drinks and moving to the back hallway. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house quite well and found an empty guest room. I mean, the party had [[barely started|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> I distracted myself with the others on the ride over, as did he. There were moments our fingers touched, but not further. It was a relief when we arrived and there were so many people. And drinks. We rushed to grab some party punch and began chugging, if just to shut off our anxiety. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Hey, uh, congrats. Never thought I'd be //Prom// King. Kinda a default title, isn't it. Like First Lady?"<</speech>> I nodded, laughing. There we go. That's the <<print $CC.friend1>> I knew. <<speechPC>>"How's gender roles feel being swapped?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> And so it went. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> Easy banter, some dancing and hanging out with friends. I think we were both glad to have navigated that awkwardness. It was a night [[to remember|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> Drinking made things easier, so we drank more. Touched more. <<print $CC.FName>> suddenly wasn't around and I knew what that hint was. Or at least my party-brain did. I leaned in and we started [[making out|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered -- had nabbing Ava's boyfriend been crucial to my win? <<speechPC>>"Looks like you made the right choice, tonight."<</speechPC>> I flashed a smile, my fingertips readjusting the tiara in my hair. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> He nodded and smiled with a slight shrug, <<speech "Joe">>"Yeah, I guess so."<</speech>> Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. Here was my Prom King, hands sliding from where I had put them behind me back to the front of my hips. <br><br> I hadn't been congratulated once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. This was supposed to be a crowning achievement of my high school career, and here I was, practically bored. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, <<speechPC>>"It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Uh, sure. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm just not feeling it."<</speechPC>> He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. <br><br> I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. <br><br> The Prom Queen had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> My win of Prom Queen was the last thing on my mind -- thank teen hormones. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> By the time we arrived, no one cared anymore, even him, so I just kept my hand on his cock, playing with him slowly through his pants. The other couples, especially the girls, acted like literally nothing was happening -- though the guys were more interested in vicarious enjoyment. Harden had gotten over himself as well and his hand was <<link "between my thighs">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>, finger pushing in and out slowly from my clutch. And so we sat there, in the backseat casually petting on each other. <br><br> It was no surprise that we didn't bother with stopping off for a dance or a drink when we got to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house. She smacked me firmly on my ass, ensuring I went right down the hallway. None of the rooms were claimed, the party had just begun, so we began clawing our clothes off of each other as we went down the hallway. <br><br> My dress <<link "crumpling on the carpet">><<upper>><</link>>, his jacket, then his shirt, like a trail to the nearest bedroom. I have no clue how many people saw us getting naked, nor what went on with our clothes in the meantime: we were on [[a mission|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, <<speechPC>>"Looks like you made the right choice, tonight."<</speechPC>> I flashed a smile, my fingertips readjusting the tiara in my hair. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> He nodded and smiled with a slight shrug, <<speech "Joe">>"Yeah, I guess so."<</speech>> Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. Here was my Prom King, hands sliding from where I had put them behind me back to the front of my hips. <br><br> I hadn't been congratulated once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. This was supposed to be a crowning achievement of my high school career, and here I was, practically bored. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, <<speechPC>>"It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?" <</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Uh, sure. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm just not feeling it."<</speechPC>> He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. <br><br> I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. <br><br> The Prom Queen had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">> The car ride had been frustrating. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I don't think I could have fidgeted with my crown any more than I did, simply trying to get her to make eye contact with me. When we arrived, I made a beeline for the booze and pounded my first cup and was filling my second when she came over, grabbing my wrist, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hey, hey. Slow down champ. We got the whole night ahead of us."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Do //we//?"<</speechPC>> I couldn't keep the edge from my voice. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5 || $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2 || $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <<face happy>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You...wanna talk?"<</speech>> she couldn't keep the chagrin from hers. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I think we should."<</speechPC>> I handed her my new cup, <<speechPC>>"Since I have a headstart."<</speechPC>> And then grabbed myself a second. Then, despite her being the host, we sauntered on back down familiar hallways towards her room. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Are you...fuuucking kidding me?"<</speech>> She rattled the door handle a couple more times, shaking her head as she listened twice more to be //certain// and then began pounding on the door. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. ''MY''. Room."<</speech>> <br><br> The rhythm behind the door stopped and was replaced by frantic shuffling. And then two of our classmates sheepishly departed. <<speechPC>>"Well, they had the right idea."<</speechPC>> I pulled her inside insistently. I could see her considering hauling off and hitting me or throwing the punch in my face. It would have been misplaced anger. <br><br> Instead, she threw her arms around me, only a splash of the punch spilled, trickling down my spine as I received the reaction I had expected. That I had wanted. My foot kicked the door shut firmly. I tested the lock with my free hand while she tried to eat my face. I couldn't help but laugh at her desire. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing."<</speechPC>> Satisfied we were safely alone, it was my turn to be aggressive, getting some of my punch on her dress as I yanked her towards the [[bed|HS008 - PromNightSex_GF]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You...wanna talk?"<</speech>> she couldn't keep the chagrin from hers. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I think we should."<</speechPC>> I handed her my new cup, <<speechPC>>"Since I have a headstart."<</speechPC>> And then grabbed myself a second. Then, despite her being the host, we sauntered on back down familiar hallways towards her room. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Are you...fuuucking kidding me?"<</speech>> She rattled the door handle a couple more times, shaking her head as she listened twice more to be //certain// and then began pounding on the door. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. ''MY''. Room."<</speech>> <br><br> The rhythm behind the door stopped and was replaced by frantic shuffling. And then two of our classmates sheepishly departed. <<speechPC>>"Well, they had the right idea."<</speechPC>> I pulled her inside insistently. I could see her redirecting her rage towards me. Her cup lifted and she showered me with it. <<speechPC>>"W-what the...fuck, <<print $CC.FName>>?"<</speechPC>> I could //smell// the sugary water and the shitty scent of the vodka. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What the fuck //yourself//. I'm trying to throw a party."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You ruined my dress!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're trying to ruin //me//."<</speech>> And with that she was off. Back to the party. <br><br> I took the opportunity to change, stealing some of her sleeping clothes so I didn't have to sit in my soaked dress as a constant reminder of the rejection. <br><br> Needless to say, Prom [[sucked|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $HS.promDate == "Derek">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 0>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. I frowned and looked at him in surprise, shaking my head and continuing to entwine tongues as I entwined my fingers on his freed phallus. <br><br> Pumping slowly, focused more on his pheromones and kissing him, it wasn't long before he broke the kiss, <<speech "Derek">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> leaning back and making his intention clear. I didn't want to be a typical Prom Night notch, and it //infuriated// me that he was going to be so base with the fricking //Prom// //Queen// making out with him. So I shook my head, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Oh come //on//. Are you for real? You little ''cocktease''."<</speech>> My attraction for him turned right off. I scooted away, despite the need in my nethers. <br><br> The car arrived at the party and we didn't say another word to each other. He went one way. I went the other. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<print $CC.FName>> knew me well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. <br><br> She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. <br><br> What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> I shouldn't have been surprised when he started unzipping and trying to guide my head down. And down I went, listening to him groaned as I moved awkwardly, trying to maintain the crown. His hand helped, pressing it down into my scalp as he forced me to go deeper. I gagged, he grunted and said, <<speech "Derek">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> Pulling up, he smiled down at me and then pressed back in making me gag again, repeating that with a massively pleased look on his face. <br><br> <<if $CC.HSBC gt 10>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face mussed>> I held it together and was held down as he began to cum, pumping his load into my throat while groaning out, <<speech "Derek">>"Good girl."<</speech>> Once finished, he guided me firmly to suck him dry before relieving me. Despite the soaked situation between my thighs, he chatted away pleasantly until we arrived at the party. <br><br> We grabbed some drinks and he pulled me into the dining room -- a makeshift dance area -- and got back to the makeout session from before. My body was pleading. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Luckily, it was only about one drink before, <<speech "Derek">>"Want to go find a room?"<</speech>> I nodded like a puppy that needed to go out. Without any romance, I led him by the leash of our entwined hands. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> I surprised myself when about one drink in, he whispered to me, <<speech "Derek">>"Want to go find a room?"<</speech>> My body balked. I felt so used from earlier, I pulled away from him and he just smiled, shrugging it off and turning away with the barest of recognition. Thankfully, <<print $CC.FName>> was there to be a shoulder to cry on. My makeup already a [[lost cause|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face crying runny>> So, I vomited all over his nice, new tux. He smacked me and it shocked me, my diaphragm already hitting up at my guts, the extra pain came out of nowhere. I was frazzled. He was pissed. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<print $CC.FName>> knew me well enough not to ask where Derek was when she saw me. <br><br> She and I danced the night away, much to the chagrin of her own date. <br><br> What a [[good friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Seven">> Being Prom Queen would have been fun, but even more fun was heading to an after party with <<print $HS.dates>> guys around you. It was extra crowded since there weren't really expectations for this many people to be traveling to <<print $CC.FName>>'s. And that's when they started to get extra handsy, using other people as cover and blocked eyelines. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> A hand snaked up <<link "between my thighs">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as a finger sunk into me. A laugh to cover the gasp. I wanted to figure out which one of them it was, but I didn't want to give away what was happening. <br><br> I might have been successful, I might not have been, but any chance of secrecy was gone as I started to cum right then and there. Still minutes away from the party, I was gasping and twitching slightly, hand grasping the wrist between my thighs as everyone in the vehicle got //quiet//. Except one, Aaron, who was chuckling at getting me off. <br><br> Then awkwardness set in on everyone until we were able to disembark in front of the house. <<else>> A hand snaked up between my thighs. I shifted, looking around and trying to maintain normalcy as I batted the hand away, pulling at the wrist. Then I tumbled off one of their laps and dropped onto the floorboards amongst all the nice shoes, my dress <<link "up around my hips">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, guys."<</speechPC>> I noticed that one of them, Aaron, did not look pleased. <br><br> Everyone else was laughing though and none the wiser. We all disembarked in front of the house without any more shenanigans, but I was sans one of the guys. Aaron departed without even saying goodbye.<<set $HS.dates -->> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.dates gt 1>> And there we were, inside, grabbing drinks and getting into the party. We danced much the same that we had at the gym, but they had less restraint because of the lack of chaperones and people judging them. I had less restraint because I was getting drunk and really fucking horny from how they were acting all night. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I think they could tell my state of mind because after the first song, I was being brought off the dance floor down a hallway to find a room. All the work so far the evening had also left me exhausted. Wordlessly, [[easily complying|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.dates is 1>> Shit. Well, I still had one, the last, the loyal: Igor. Definitely the least good looking out of the bunch. We grabbed drinks and got to dancing. He was far less restrained given he had 'won', there were no chaperones, and no one to judge him or fight him. I was less restrained because I was reticent to lose my last date, and all the work of the evening had left me exhausted. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I think he could sense my state of mind, because soon he was guiding me off the floor without a word, trying to find a room for us to [[go to|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stephen">> As we rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house, Stephen had a good clamp on my hand. I think a rainforest was growing. <<print $CC.FName>> gave a surprised nod and eyebrow raise. The sentiment was shared by everyone else this evening. It had felt like all eyes were on us -- and not in the best way. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I needed to make a decision about the rest of the night. Now. <div id="stephen"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>> It didn't matter. There wasn't //that// much school left, no matter <<link "the result">><<replace "#stephen">> Clasped together, handcuffed, we walked in together. Another wash of amazed looks passed over us. <br><br> I had thought that I was doing a good deed. Making an Underclassman's night. Little did I know exactly what that meant. He pulled me right to the dance floor -- the dining room rearranged. He pulled me much closer than at school, grinding hard on me. And I felt his hard on. <br><br> The puppy from earlier was long gone and now I felt like prey, but I wasn't going to be some tease. I didn't lead people on. <<speech "Stepeh">>"Feel that?"<</speech>> He chuckled in my ear as he humped slowly against my thigh. I nodded and saw his grin, letting the porn he watched inform his next words, <<speech "Stephen">>"Ready for it?"<</speech>> <br><br> Fuck. My pussy was wet. Goddamn it, I hadn't even gotten a drink yet. He also wasn't waiting for my response, maybe he felt my heat and finally noticed what and where moisture was //supposed// to be. Feeling the stares in my back, he was walking me into the back of the house, on a [[new hunt|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> Even with the tail-end of school on the horizon, I couldn't kill my social standing over this. The girls had gotten their joke in and I needed to get <<link "out">><<replace "#stephen">> Slowly, I pried my fingers from his on the walk to the front door, <<speech "Stephen">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> He had noticed. I wasn't hiding my intentions well enough. <<speechPC>>"Uh, Steve--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Stephen">>"It's //Stephen//."<</speech>> We had pulled to a stop behind the others. Thankfully they didn't stay an audience. <<speechPC>>"Right, sorry. Look, tonight's been really fun--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Stephen">>"Right, we're having a great time. Let's go."<</speech>> He pulled at me. I strained back. <<speech "Stephen">>"I don't get this hot-cold shit, but I'll see you inside."<</speech>> He pulled free, glowering, and went in. <br><br> Alone in the cool air, I chewed my lower lip, contemplating my options. If I went in, between knowing myself, seeing his reaction, and knowing...people...my identity would be destroyed. So, I [[left|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Absame">> He denied a drink as soon as he noticed the scent of shitty vodka. So, I pounded one as politely as I could without upsetting him and we resumed our dancing on the dance floor -- space made in her dining room. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> The dancing was different this time around, closer, more physical, with an animalistic and growing passion. <<speech "Abasame">>"I am sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, I really must be going home."<</speech>> He was breathing hard, he was hard. I lifted up, pressing my body to him in response and kissing him for the first time this evening. <br><br> My tongue tentatively probed at his lips and he accepted it. He pulled me closer as we began to make out in front of everyone, feeling his heartbeat in his chest against mine and his cock against my thigh. <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> I smiled after a few moments, fingers entwining with his, <<speechPC>>"Let's get you on your way home."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I don't think he understood the American idiom and play on words, but he understood the subtext, clearing his throat uncomfortably as I led him through the oft-walked hallway of <<print $CC.FName>>'s home. I found a suitable side room and [[guided him inside|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Miguel">> We rolled up to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house and headed to get some party punch together. And that's when my heart dropped. Somehow, Ava -- probably motivated by her win, burgeoning with pride -- was already there. She had forgone her own party, her //own// victory party to sip punch here. Behind enemy lines. She smiled at Miguel as we approached. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> Despite my best efforts to corral him, Ava found her way to interpose herself. And there they were, laughing while I stood by, watching. I felt like Joe, just a few feet away who was sipping his punch, just like I was. Shit. <br><br> I had to move, and //now// to distract him again. My hand clasped into his, trying to physically pull him away and remind him of my presence. <br><br> A flick of his wrist, he didn't even look back. <<speech "Miguel">>"Nah, pollo caliente. Nada para me? Nada para ti."<</speech>> Ava nyah-nyah'd over her shoulder as they walked away. I hadn't seen that in ages. Suited her well. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> sighed and clutched me to her, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Sorry bae, come dance."<</speech>> And we did. Until later when she came racing back to me from a bathroom break. <br><br> Tearfully dragging me down the hallway, I saw Joe leaning against the wall near her room. There was a thong hanging from the doorknob. She flung it aside, twisting and tugging at the handle. <<speech "Joe">>"Uh. Occupied."<</speech>> Joe tried to stave her off. <<speechPC>>"Her. Room, cuck-o."<</speechPC>> I was infuriated for her, all of tonight's miseries coming to a head together. Joe didn't fight me, but the door didn't open. <<print $CC.FName>> pounded on the door, we both screamed obscenities at Ava as we heard Miguel grunting and her squealing. <br><br> We didn't get back into the room. <<print $CC.FName>> and I curled up together on a couch and I comforted her, which comforted me. <br><br> It was a [[shitty-ass Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Chad">> I could tell he was getting worked up and it was making some of the other girls uncomfortable. His presence usually did, and tonight they were getting it in spades. <br><br> They scattered when we arrived at <<print $CC.FName>>'s, <<speech "Chad">>"Drink?"<</speech>> He grinned dumbly, pulling me towards the punch, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Here hold mine."<</speech>> A sloshing red beverage as he turned back to get mine. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"It's really loud here."<</speech>> He motioned to the invisible throbbing of music as I took my first sip. I knew what he meant. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, isn't the music great!"<</speechPC>> I leaned in, giving another tease of contact, my hand going for his and tugging him towards the dining room where a dance floor had been mocked up. He rolled his eyes but compliantly followed me out. <br><br> We continued dancing, more handsy than during Prom and my dress was constantly being <<linkexpand "tugged up">> tugged up <<liftUpDress>> to show my ass. I let him, he grinned, quickly pounding his drink and nodding for me to follow suit. <br><br> I don't know who made the punch or if it was just he was well-practiced drinking, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I gotta slow down..."<</speechPC>> I whispered to him, giving him a peck on his cheek as I dropped back down. Did I mean to kiss him? <<speech "Chad">>"No worries...here..."<</speech>> And with my dress up around my hips, hand on my asscheek, he guided me away from the dance floor, my head [[leaning on his arm|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> This had been on his brain since he asked me to Prom, probably, and he'd been patient. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, it is."<</speechPC>> I smiled, he smiled as I turned, his hand immediately giving my ass a firm smack. His fingers dug in as we weaved through the crowd, sipping our drinks and moving to the back hallway. I knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house quite well and found an empty guest room. I mean, the party had [[barely started|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Friend">> I distracted myself with the others on the ride over, as did he. There were moments our fingers touched, but not further. It was a relief when we arrived and there were so many people. And drinks. We rushed to grab some party punch and began chugging, if just to shut off our anxiety. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Didn't think Prom could actually be fun."<</speech>> A reproached look on his face as he looked around. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I elbowed him, <<speechPC>>"And I had to //drag// you here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Kicking and screaming."<</speech>> He smiled. There it was. The old banter. How we always were. <br><br> And so it went. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> Easy banter, some dancing and hanging out with friends. I think we were both glad to have navigated that awkwardness. It was a night [[to remember|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> Drinking made things easier, so we drank more. Touched more. <<print $CC.FName>> suddenly wasn't around and I knew what that hint was. Or at least my party-brain did. I leaned in and we started [[making out|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Her Man">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered -- nabbing Ava's boyfriend been a crucial salve to Ava being Prom Queen. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> Yet he was definitely distracted, mind off elsewhere. Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. His hands slid from where I had put them, behind me back to the front of my hips. At least he wasn't looking for her. <br><br> I hadn't been consoled once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. She knew the importance of tonight, and here I was, practically bored. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, <<speechPC>>"It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Uh, sure. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm just not feeling it."<</speechPC>> He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. <br><br> I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. <br><br> I had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Harden">> By the time we arrived, no one cared anymore, even him, so I just kept my hand on his cock, playing with him slowly through his pants. The other couples, especially the girls, acted like literally nothing was happening -- though the guys were more interested in vicarious enjoyment. Harden had gotten over himself as well and his hand was <<link "between my thighs">><<liftUpDress>><</link>>, finger pushing in and out slowly from my clutch. And so we sat there, in the backseat casually petting on each other. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> It was no surprise that we didn't bother with stopping off for a dance or a drink when we got to <<print $CC.FName>>'s house. She smacked me firmly on my ass, ensuring I went right down the hallway. None of the rooms were claimed, the party had just begun, so we began clawing our clothes off of each other as we went down the hallway. <br><br> My dress <<link "crumpling on the carpet">><<upper>><</link>>, his jacket, then his shirt, like a trail to the nearest bedroom. I have no clue how many people saw us getting naked, nor what went on with our clothes in the meantime: we were on [[a mission|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<elseif $HS.promDate == "Stag">> As I guided Joe against me for the umpteenth time, my mind wandered. His was too. He was definitely distracted, mind off elsewhere. Sigh. Something about this felt incredibly underwhelming. His hands slid from where I had put them, behind me back to the front of my hips. At least he wasn't looking for her. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I hadn't been consoled once by anyone, not even <<print $CC.FName>>. She knew the importance of tonight, and here I was, practically bored. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I pounded my cup, wanting my buzz to be in over gear as I took reluctant Joe by the hand again, <<speechPC>>"It's loud in here...want to go someplace quieter?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Uh, sure. Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded as I maneuvered him through the crowd that wouldn't make eye contact, meandering towards the bedrooms. I knew her [[house well|HS008 - PromNightSex]]. <<else>> My buzz was fading fast, I looked into the cup at the red juice, the artificial blend of vodka and sugar distasteful on my tongue. I shook my head and stepped back from Joe, <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm just not feeling it."<</speechPC>> He nodded. He //nodded//. Was there anything he fought? Did he have personal stakes at all? Ava could have him. <br><br> I pounded my cup, forcing the shitty punch down as I tried to find my friend. But she had disappeared with her own date. Looking around for friendly eyes, I found none. And Joe was texting. <br><br> I had to save face. I ducked out as quick [[as I could|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <<elseif $HS.promDate == "GF">> The car ride had been frustrating. <<image framed "passage/HS008-PromNight2.png">> I don't think I could have fidgeted with my dress any more than I did, simply trying to get her to make eye contact with me. When we arrived, I made a beeline for the booze and pounded my first cup and was filling my second when she came over, grabbing my wrist, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Hey, hey. Slow down champ. We got the whole night ahead of us."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Do //we//?"<</speechPC>> I couldn't keep the edge from my voice. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5 || $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2 || $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <<face happy>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You...wanna talk?"<</speech>> she couldn't keep the chagrin from hers. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I think we should."<</speechPC>> I handed her my new cup, "Since I have a headstart." And then grabbed myself a second. Then, despite her being the host, we sauntered on back down familiar hallways towards her room. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Are you...fuuucking kidding me?"<</speech>> She rattled the door handle a couple more times, shaking her head as she listened twice more to be //certain// and then began pounding on the door. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. ''MY''. Room."<</speech>> <br><br> The rhythm behind the door stopped and was replaced by frantic shuffling. And then two of our classmates sheepishly departed. <<speechPC>>"Well, they had the right idea."<</speechPC>> I pulled her inside insistently. I could see her considering hauling off and hitting me or throwing the punch in my face. It would have been misplaced anger. <br><br> Instead, she threw her arms around me, only a splash of the punch spilled, trickling down my spine as I received the reaction I had expected. That I had wanted. My foot kicked the door shut firmly. I tested the lock with my free hand while she tried to eat my face. I couldn't help but laugh at her desire. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing."<</speechPC>> Satisfied we were safely alone, it was my turn to be aggressive, getting some of my punch on her dress as I yanked her towards the [[bed|HS008 - PromNightSex_GF]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You...wanna talk?"<</speech>> she couldn't keep the chagrin from hers. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I think we should."<</speechPC>> I handed her my new cup, <<speechPC>>"Since I have a headstart."<</speechPC>> And then grabbed myself a second. Then, despite her being the host, we sauntered on back down familiar hallways towards her room. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Are you...fuuucking kidding me?"<</speech>> She rattled the door handle a couple more times, shaking her head as she listened twice more to be //certain// and then began pounding on the door. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. ''MY''. Room."<</speech>> <br><br> The rhythm behind the door stopped and was replaced by frantic shuffling. And then two of our classmates sheepishly departed. <<speechPC>>"Well, they had the right idea."<</speechPC>> I pulled her inside insistently. I could see her redirecting her rage towards me. Her cup lifted and she showered me with it. <<speechPC>>"W-what the...fuck, <<print $CC.FName>>?"<</speechPC>> I could //smell// the sugary water and the shitty scent of the vodka. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"What the fuck yourself. I'm trying to throw a party."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You ruined my dress!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"You're trying to ruin //me//."<</speech>> And with that she was off. Back to the party. <br><br> I took the opportunity to change, stealing some of her sleeping clothes so I didn't have to sit in my soaked dress as a constant reminder of the rejection. <br><br> Needless to say, Prom [[sucked|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $HS.promDate>> <<set _promPassage = "HS008 - PromNightSex_" + $HS.promDate>> <<include _promPassage>> <</if>>
<<face ahego>> If it had been a guy, despite the expense of the clothing we were wearing, they would have been crumped and in disarray on the foor. Tears, broken button or clasps be damned. With her, there was care and consideration. Our hot and heavy breaths splashed against each others cheeks while our tongue and jaws worked against each other. The room was filled with the sounds of our plaintive whimpers and cooes as our bodies were craving each other so deeply. Our hands, on the other hand, were carefully undoing each other's dresses, peeling them off of each other carefully, kindly. <br><br> But still, the desire was <<linkexpand "//off//">> ''off''. <<upper>> <<bra>> <<lower>> <<panties>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> She had looked amazing in the dress, the way it cinched up on her top-heavy body. But she looked even better out of it. I'd seen her this way so many times before, but tonight had the magic of Prom. <br><br> I grabbed her slender hips and yanked, dropping her on her back on the bed. She laughed, cinching one leg around my waist and twisted, trying to reverse the position. It was our mating ritual. A struggle of, essentially, two equals vying for sexual dominance. With a guy, it would have bene either agreed upon or he would have been the dominant one. But with us, there wasn't anything for sure. <br><br> And that night was certainly magic, because she proved how little I knew for certain, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Nuhuh. Not tonight, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Her hands shoving down on my hips. I had been //just// about to get the upper hand. I looked up at her confused, not wanting to lose without truly being defeated. Our chests heaved. Streaks of our juices began to dry on our exposed skin. <<speechPC>>"Okay...why."<</speechPC>> She smirked, rolling off of me. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Close your eyes and spread em."<</speech>> I groaned, still not convinced that this would be better than our established hookup routine, but I followed at her insistence, just glad that the earlier reticence was gone and the night hadn't turned out a different way. <br><br> Legs aloft, eyes mostly shut, I heard her working in her bedside table, <<speechPC>>"What are you doing..."<</speechPC>> She shushed me. I heard a little jingle, a little clanging. I felt so exposed. So curious. I pressed down the desire to look and was just beginning to feel cold when I felt her ontop of me again, <<speechPC>>"Can I open my--"<</speechPC>> And then I was penetrated. <br><br> My eyes opened, shocked. My body was absolutely unprepared. To go from expecting a tongue, a finger at most...and then having a penis-like object forcing you open. Well, I definitely was surprised. <br><br> The shock gave way the same way my pussy was. She entered me completely. I felt the heat of my vagina filtering into the phallus, making it feel less foreign as she held it within me, grinding her mound against the straps which pushed the penis inside of me, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"How's that feel?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"D-different."<</speechPC>> I couldn't help the catch in my breath. I hoped she wasn't offended. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"How about this?"<</speech>> She thrust. Hard. I gasped as she drove her 'cock' inside of me, spearing me in a way that she could never have done otherwise. And she repeated, getting into it in a way that felt very hetero. I knew that she wasn't feeling the things I was. She wasn't feeling anything close to the sensations that a guy would if he were just going to town on the clenching space inside me. But she was as into it as I could imagine a guy being. <br><br> The bed squeaked in a way that only penetration could make it move. There was only me, screaming to the rafters. So any worry she had of being found out by our classmates running around the house right now, of being outed for what we were, for having her reputation tarnished? There was not a chance in the world of discovery. To anyone listening, it was some guy railing out her best friend in her room. Maybe they would have wondered where she was, but they would //never// have thought it was the vision of perfection, massive tits undulating with the impact of her body against mine. <br><br> There was no worry about who would finish first. She could entirely focus on just fucking me. And she did. Unrelentingly, she pounded me to a first quick orgasm and didn't relent, despite my squirming and the pull of my pussy on 'her shaft'. She was a fuckmachine, driving herself against me with one thing in mind: fucking my brains out. <br><br> I don't know how many times I came that night, nor how long it lasted. My mind felt broken, but she had the intimate knowledge of pussy, so she left me sore and exhausted, but fine. I doubted a guy could have left me in one piece after that kind of fuck. <<speechPC>>"W-where did that come from?"<</speechPC>> My hands were clasping tightly at her hips, denying her the ability to thrust the best that I could manage, but she was done. She needed no discouragement. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"I had just thought this might really make it count."<</speech>> She grinned down at me. My mind reeling with the results of the orgasm plus being confused by seeing her feminine form against mine in such a non-feminine position. And to feel full at the same time. Welp, there certainly was something to dick. Kind of like my body was literally designed for it or something. <<speechPC>>"Well you did."<</speechPC>> My pussy was throbbing, my legs shaking. I didn't want to say what came out of my mouth, but I felt obligated, <<speechPC>>"We can switch."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The laugh that came out of her surprised us both. She shook her head, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Even if I did believe you right now? Nah, I'm as satisfied as you are."<</speech>> <br><br> She was right. I nodded, giving her a little smack, smack on her ass, <<speechPC>>"Next time, I get to wear it."<</speechPC>> I panted out, watching her withdraw from me. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Maybe."<</speech>> The flicker in her eyes telling me our ritual would return, but with different stakes now. <br><br> We curled up together and sighed. She seemed utterly content despite not peaking. And me, well...I passed out quickly. <br><br> Finally, there were now doubts about whether or not we 'had fucked.' I slept so well. <br><br><br> It was better having hooked up with the host. There was no hurry to head out. But I did have to help her clean. Maybe she should have hosted a //little// bit that [[night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> We spent //so// much time together. We had been friends for so long we'd already done the 'show me yours' years ago. And that bug that it put in my brain turned out to also be in hers. <br><br> She was delightful naked. I'd seen it so many times before, but this time was...special. Her hefty breasts, the slight curve where her narrow waist met her slender hips. And the gleam between her thighs that was a sign of what my nakedness was doing to her. What //I// was doing to her. <br><br> I clambered over her. I'm certain my gleam was as bright as hers. Her head lifted up, teeth nipping at my earlobe in response to my mounting. My hands grabbed and squeezed her thighs, easing them open. <br><br> And then her teeth found purchase and tugged. I groaned, the trigger in my brain pulled. She giggled in my ear as her tongue joined the battle. <br><br> I was turning without thinking, our legs repositioning, intertwining as we began to make out. We'd made out before, not just moments before but as a learning experience, or for fun, or because we were drunk. This was completely different. And it was hot. It was taking all of the other times and mixing it in with carnal hormones of true desire. Desire I'd been tamping back before. And clearly she had been as well. <br><br><br> We knew each other quite well. Our bodies, our minds. It had happened in little moments throughout the day to day over the weeks, months, //years//. <br><br> She was clutching herself to me, pulling me like she was feeding a craving. My hands were on her ass, smaller than mine but cute and pert. I gave it a tug, pulling her hips against mine and we began to grind. <br><br> I could feel her heat. I'm sure she could feel my wetness. Pressure against our smooth thighs, back and forth, side to side, slow circles. We were grunting and panting into each other's mouths, hands tight on the other's body to ensure that we didn't move. <br><br> We didn't. Until we came. Nearly together, first it was her, fingernails digging into my shirt as she whimpered cutely: pouty and pained eyes as her body shook. <br><br> Maybe it was the look that got me there, but then I was joining her and blackness and then bright light was all I saw. Then I realized she was giggling softly and covering my mouth, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Fuck. People are gonna hear us."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So?"<</speechPC>> I could see her debating, still worried at what others would think, <<speechPC>>"Could be a guy making us make those noises. Lucky guy, right?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I was could see her debating the argument. I decided to add fuel to the fire. My head dipped to the breasts I'd always admired. <br><br> I began sucking hungrily at her nipples. She cooed and arched underneath me again, her hands that had been holding me back timidly were now making their way between my legs. <br><br> I continued to work on her rigid, ready nipples, her hands beginning ministrations. I gasped, breaking contact and pushing her down, my other hand grasping her wrist, <<speechPC>>"I'm //sen//-sitive..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She grinned devilishly and grabbed my hips. I felt the wetness on one cheek as her fingers gripped me, we were reorienting and then her head was between my legs. Shuddering, sensitive but giving in to the pleasure, I dropped mine as well to return the favor. <br><br><br> Tasting her was incredibly personal, like I was experiencing a part of myself. <br><br> Her laughing against my mound was a crazy experience, <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Yer shaking."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I know."<</speechPC>> It was muffled, literally, but I'm sure she knew what I meant. And then we both got to work, her hands gripping my hips to keep me steady. And soon enough I had to hold hers as she bucked against my nose and jaw. I hoped I wasn't going to have black eyes from the first jerk of orgasmic release. <br><br> Not letting up, my fingers pushed into her soft insides, thrusting slowly as I curled them and licked playfully at her clit. She squealed, grabbing at me as she continued to cum. I took her gripping at my fingers as a compliment. It ruined my rhythm, but it was enough for her, apparently. <br><br><br> We alternated like that for probably an hour, focusing on each other in a 69, face to face with our mature 'mine' and 'yours'. And then we collapsed until the <<linkexpand "morning">> morning. <<speechPC>>"So...did that...count?"<</speechPC>> Came the groggy, exhausted question as the morning light flickered over our naked bodies, strewn across the crumpled, wet sheets. <br><br> It was my first thought too: lack of dick. Lack of 'real' penetration. How much different was that from what we'd done before? <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Yeah. //Definitely//."<</speech>> <br><br> The last night was great. It was better having hooked up with the host. There was no hurry to head out. But I did have to help her clean. Maybe she should have hosted a //little// bit that [[night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.FName>> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck $CC.FName F `$CC.FName + ", my best friend, on Prom Night."` "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face ahego>> The craving inside me was maddening. I needed his beautiful cock ''now''. I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. <br><br> He was chuckling the entire way, clearly loving the affect he had on me. On women. I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> Another chuckle. <<speechPC>>"Yuck it up, buddy. Time to fuck me up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Derek">>"Sure."<</speech>> And he yanked me firmly over to the bed, shoving me back and forcefully digging his hips between my thighs, making them open. One hand pulling my <<linkexpand "dress up">> dress up<<liftUpDress>>, the other firmly on my throat. Spreading my thighs and lifting my heels, this felt very instinctive and my body clicked on. He unzipped. <<if $Body.fertile == false>> His cock went in so easily, sheathing within me in a single thrust. His hips collided with my crotch and he shifted his weight over me, leaning onto the hand on my throat. <br><br> I couldn't really breathe but I could watch him, looking between my thighs as he began to ram my pussy. <br><br> God he looked hot. And thank god for being able to cum as well -- he certainly wasn't focused on me beyond my pussy -- between how pent up I was, that he had already cummed once, and his looks, I orgasmed right as he crammed inside me, pumping his second <<linkexpand "load.">> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> load. <br><br> I gasped out as I was coming down, his hand finally off my neck. I heard the familiar sound of his zipper as he stood, eyeing my pussy that hadn't yet revealed his deposit. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Thanks, <<print $CC.name>>"<</speech>> Blood rushing to my brain and my body shuddering, I nodded, but the door had shut. Exhausted and relieved, I just rolled over, passing out in my mussed state, waking up to <<print $CC.FName>> cuddled up on me in [[the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], a sore throat and a sticky pussy. <</linkexpand>> <br><br> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Wait, you got--"<</speechPC>> His cock went in so easily, sheathing within me in a single thrust. His hips collided with my crotch and he shifted his weight over me, leaning onto the hand on my throat, <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Shh."<</speech>> Now, I couldn't talk, let alone really breathe but I could watch him, looking between my thighs as he began to ram my pussy. <br><br> God he looked hot. And thank god for being able to cum as well -- he certainly wasn't focused on me beyond my pussy -- between how pent up I was, that he had already cummed once, and his looks, I orgasmed right as he crammed inside me, pumping his second <<linkexpand "load.">> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> load. <br><br> I gasped out as I was coming down, his hand finally off my neck. I heard the familiar sound of his zipper as he stood, eyeing my pussy that hadn't yet revealed his deposit. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Thanks, <<print $CC.name>>"<</speech>> <br><br> Blood rushing to my brain and my body shuddering, I nodded, but the door had shut. Exhausted and relieved, I just rolled over, passing out in my mussed state, waking up to <<print $CC.FName>> cuddled up on me in [[the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], a sore throat and a sticky pussy. Fuck. Asshole. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <<vCardCheck Derek M "Derek, my Prom date" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $HS.dates lte ($Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value - $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value - $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value - $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value)>> Before we made it too far down the hall, some reserve inside me, or just reservation, surged up and I pulled myself free. <<speechPC>>"Uh, n-no. Yeah, not...nuh-uh."<</speechPC>> Shaking my head and waving them away. <br><br> Sometimes numbers mean something is more likely to happen. Sometimes less. This was the latter. But I also didn't want to stick around and let them 'unionize'. I left as quickly as I could, searching for guys more in line with [[my sensibilities|HS008 - PromNightClean]]. <<else>> <<face ahego runny>> <<if $HS.dates == 1>> Not my choice for a partner, but my partner all the same. And lest I lose everyone, I was going to let him get pussy tonight. <br><br> Once we were out of sight of the 'dance floor,' I relaxed a bit and just went with it. I giggled and gave him a pull back on his leading hand, <<speechPC>>"I know <<print $CC.FName>>'s house a touch better than you...here."<</speechPC>> I went to try a knob but I saw the flash in his eyes grow brighter. <<speech "Igor">>"Where's ''her'' room?"<</speech>> Not sure that she'd be very happy about this, <<speechPC>>"Uh, right...here."<</speechPC>> We stepped into her sanctum, the party had barely started so almost none of the rooms had been claimed and her's was being respected the longest. He shut the door firmly and started undoing his pants, giving a head motion for me to get on my knees. He really was living out his only reference: porn. <br><br> I dropped down, moving over to him, fingertips working his pants down as his cock swung free and smacked me across the face. He //grinned//. I began to lick and suck, hands slowly working his pants down while I used my mouth. His head flung back, hitting the door and his hands clasped hard at my head in surprise. Was this his first blowjob? Head firmly held he began to thrust, and I had barely begun. His eyes dropping to watch his cock pumping my mouth and then he shoved firmly in, grunting and fingers //digging// into my skull. My fingers grasped at his thighs, trying to fight the gag as all of a sudden he was in my throat and <<linkexpand "pumping his load">> pumping his load down it. <<face runny>> <<cumSpray mouth>> He shuddered, the sweaty stink of his crotch seeping into my nose while his cock pulsed and pumped. Luckily, I didn't taste much. He finished and I gasped out for breath, pulling away. <br><br> I wiped my mouth again and laughed, surprised at how quick that was, <<speech "Igor">>"Don't you fucking laugh at me."<</speech>> He glared. <<speechPC>>"I wasn't..."<</speechPC>> I wiped my mascara tears, grunting in surprise as he pulled me up and over to the bed. I was confused. <<speech "Igor">>"You've been edging me all night, that's all. Now, get that dress off."<</speech>> I wasn't confused. I unzipped, he pulled and my dress <<linkexpand "came off">> came off<<upper>>, he sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his pants off and nodded back down in front of him. Just in my heels, I got back in position, <<speech "Igor">>"Get me hard again."<</speech>> <br><br> He unbuttoned his shirt and worked the rest of his tux off as I slowly bobbed, sucking firmly to tease his spent cock to rigidity. I heard my name at the door, sounded like <<print $CC.FName>>, <<speech "Igor">>"She's busy! Close the door!"<</speech>> Came his response while his hand kept my head from turning, gripping at my hair. <<speech "Igor">>"You're good at that."<</speech>> He smiled down at me and soon enough he was hard. <br><br> Dragged up onto the bed, he reached over to withdraw a rope of condoms. He had come prepared. He wrapped himself in the first one and did his best impression of a porn star, pounding between my legs about as unromantically as I've ever seen. A couple hours later, I'm sure the party was wrapping up finally, I had been sucking his condom and cum tasting cock hard and then getting fucked again, my pussy was raw, and each time he was taking longer and ramming it in harder to try to get off. He looked very impressed with his stamina. <<speech "Igor">>"Busy. Out!"<</speech>> He yelled at the door again, I think it was <<print $CC.FName>> trying to go to bed. <br><br> He certainly spent himself and nearly got through the condoms he brought. Despite how sore I was, I managed to extricate myself from his naked, sweaty body in the morning, coated in juices, sweat and his oily sweat. I [[snuck out|HS009 - HomeVign3]], passing <<print $CC.FName>> on the couch, thankfully asleep. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> <<vCardCheck Igor M "Igor, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $HS.dates gte 2>> <<face ahego runny>> Oh this was going to be crazy. The dance floor at Prom was only a precursor, a preview of what was to come. I hadn't realized it at the time, but I was realizing it as we moved into a large office. <br><br> The dress was being pulled <<linkexpand "off of me">> off of me<<upper>>, I was being moved over to the couch. My exhaustion, my horniness, their insistence and attitudes, I just went with it. Worn down //and// prepared. One of them, Aaron, was on top of me mere moments after the door shut. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"Condom...you guys have condoms on you, right?"<</speechPC>> Aaron looked up at the other guys as he pushes the head of his cock up and down my wet cleft. <<speech "Igor">>"Eh...not enough for ''all'' of us."<</speech>> Igor shrugged after a quick count. <<speech "Aaron">>"Especially after the first round. You not on the pill?"<</speech>> chuckled Aaron as he pushed inside now that he'd been given enough of a go-ahead from the guys. I shook my head as my legs kipped up in response to the penetration, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aaron">>"I've got pullout game, don't worry."<</speech>> There was kindness in his voice, or that might have been reaction to being inside me. <<linkexpand "He did.">> He did. Thankfully, gasping out as cum sprayed up <<cumSpray body1 mound1>> <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">>into my pubic hair<<else>>across my mound and lower tummy<</if>>. <br><br> I could tell they were trying, but when the next one was the first to <<linkexpand "pump a load inside me">> accidentally, there was a lot less trying going on. <<cumSpray mound5 pussy2 thighs2>> And once they saw me come to terms with the risk being risked, they asked but knew I'd say sure. <br><br> Hours passed, one on me, otherwise jerking off and watching, getting themselves ready for another go. My pussy was so sore, so sticky and so full of cum. Eventually, I felt the energy leaving them as well and I was able to curl up on the couch and pass out, needing to recover. <br><br> I woke in the morning, sore, still exhausted, sticking to myself and the couch. Shit, the couch. <<print $CC.FName>> would be pissed with me. None of the guys were there. I sighed and passed out again, being woken up by a concerned, then very concerned <<print $CC.FName>> when she saw my state. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>! You okay?"<</speech>> I nodded and smiled, letting her help collect me and get me presentable. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just too many dates."<</speechPC>> Seeing caked cum on me, she knew to bring me to the pharmacy. She's a [[great friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> <<vCardCheck Igor M "Igor, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Aaron pressed the head of his cock up and down my wet cleft. <<speech "Aaron">>"You on the pill?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aaron">>"Good,"<</speech>> chuckled Aaron as he pushed inside now that he'd been given enough of a go-ahead. My legs kipped up in response to the penetration, <<speechPC>>"F-fuck."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aaron">>"Oh, don't worry about that."<</speech>> There was kindness in his voice, or that might have been reaction to being <<linkexpand "inside me.">> inside me. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> <br><br> <<linkexpand "Hours passed">> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> Hours passed, one ontop of me, otherwise, jerking off and watching, getting themselves ready for <<linkexpand "another go.">> <<cumSpray mound5 pussy2 thighs2>> another go. My pussy was so sore, so sticky and so full of cum. Eventually, I felt the energy leaving them as well and I was able to curl up on the couch and pass out, needing to recover. <br><br> I woke in the morning, sore, still exhausted, sticking to myself and the couch. Shit, the couch. <<print $CC.FName>> would be pissed with me. None of the guys were there. I sighed and passed out again, being woken up by a concerned, then very concerned <<print $CC.FName>> when she saw my state. <<speech "FFriend.png">>"<<print $CC.name>>! You okay?"<</speech>> I nodded and smiled, letting her help collect me and get me presentable. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just too many dates."<</speechPC>> She wasn't too upset. She's a [[great friend|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> <<vCardCheck Igor M "Igor, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 2>><<addBody Anthony M "Anthony, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 18" "ethnicity: latin">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 3>><<addBody Jack M "Jack, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 18" "ethnicity: black">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 4>><<addBody Logan M "Logan, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 5>><<addBody Mason M "Mason, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates gte 6>><<addBody Oliver M "Oliver, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 16" "ethnicity: asian">><</if>> <<if $HS.dates == 7>><<addBody Noah M "Noah, one of my seven Prom Dates" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">><</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<face ahego runny>> Once we were out of sight of the 'dance floor,' I relaxed a bit and just went with it. I giggled and gave him a pull back on his leading hand, <<speechPC>>"I know <<print $CC.FName>>'s house a touch better than you...here."<</speechPC>> I went to try a knob but I saw the flash in his eyes grow brighter. <<speech "Stephen">>"Where's ''her'' room?"<</speech>> Not sure that she'd be very happy about this, <<speechPC>>"Uh, right...here."<</speechPC>> We stepped into her sanctum, the party had barely started so almost none of the rooms had been claimed and her's was being respected the longest. He shut the door firmly and started undoing his pants, giving a head motion for me to get on my knees. He really was living out his only reference: porn. <br><br> I dropped down, moving over to him, fingertips working his pants down as his cock swung free and smacked me across the face. He //grinned//. I began to lick and suck, hands slowly working his pants down while I used my mouth. His head flung back, hitting the door and his hands clasped hard at my head in surprise. Was this his first blowjob? Head firmly held he began to thrust, and I had barely begun. His eyes dropping to watch his cock pumping my mouth and then he shoved firmly in, grunting and fingers //digging// into my skull. My fingers grasped at his thighs, trying to fight the gag as all of a <<linkexpand "sudden...">> sudden, he was in my throat and pumping his load down it. He shuddered, the sweaty stink of his crotch seeping into my nose while his cock pulsed and pumped. Luckily, I didn't taste much. He finished and I gasped out for breath, pulling away.<<cumSpray mouth>><<face runny>> <br><br> I wiped my mouth again and laughed, surprised at how quick that was, <<speech "Stephen">>"Don't you fucking laugh at me."<</speech>> He glared. <<speechPC>>"I wasn't..."<</speechPC>> I wiped my mascara tears, grunting in surprise as he pulled me up and over to the bed. I was confused. <<speech "Stephen">>"You've been edging me all night, that's all. Now, get that dress off."<</speech>> I wasn't confused. I unzipped, he pulled and my dress <<linkexpand "came off">> came off<<liftUpDress>>, he sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked his pants off and nodded back down in front of him. Just in my heels, I got back in position, <<speech "Stephen">>"Get me hard again."<</speech>> He unbuttoned his shirt and worked the rest of his tux off as I slowly bobbed, sucking firmly to tease his spent cock to rigidity. I heard my name at the door, sounded like <<print $CC.FName>>, <<speech "Stephen">>"She's busy! Close the door!"<</speech>> Came his response while his hand kept my head from turning, gripping at my hair. <<speech "Stephen">>"You're good at that."<</speech>> He smiled down at me and soon enough he was hard. <br><br> Dragged up onto the bed, he reached over to withdraw a rope of condoms. He had come prepared. He wrapped himself in the first one and did his best impression of a porn star, pounding between my legs about as unromantically as I've ever seen. A couple hours later, I'm sure the party was wrapping up finally, I had been sucking his condom and cum tasting cock hard and then getting fucked again, my pussy was raw, and each time he was taking longer and ramming it in harder to try to get off. He looked very impressed with his stamina. <<speech "Stephen">>"Busy. Out!"<</speech>> He yelled at the door again, I think it was <<print $CC.FName>> trying to go to bed. <br><br> He certainly spent himself and nearly got through the condoms he brought. Despite how sore I was, I managed to extricate myself from his naked, sweaty body in the morning, coated in juices, sweat and his oily sweat. I [[snuck out|HS009 - HomeVign3]], passing <<print $CC.FName>> on the couch, thankfully asleep. <br><br> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> <<vCardCheck Stephen M "Stephen, my Underclassman Prom date" "age: 16" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face shock>> <<speechPC>>"So we should be...quick?"<</speechPC>> curious, my heel shifting the door closed behind me, my hands working down the zipper on my dress. <<speech "Absame">>"<<print $CC.name>>, I don't want to dis...oh..."<</speech>> I was stepping <<linkexpand "out of the dress">> out of the dress<<upper>>, finding my way naked and finding out way towards a couch in her father's office. <<speech "Abstame">>"Our first time...should not be quick."<</speech>> His eyes were on my bare flesh. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == false>> I shrugged nonchalant, <<speechPC>>"Doesn't matter to me."<</speechPC>> Though it did make me feel good at hearing 'first'. Not a one-night stand guy. I began working his clothes off. <<speech "Absame">>"Oh, is this not your first time?"<</speech>> He was shocked--upset? I was shocked for a very different reason. <br><br> His cock swung free. An ebony, fat pillar, uncut and not especially long, but massively far around. It was Absame's first time? Shit. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh, no. But, don't worry about it. Best for us both not to be."<</speechPC>> I played it off, especially since I couldn't keep from looking at his pulsing meat, despite the density it was sticking up impressively straight over his low-hanging and hefty testicles. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"It's okay. First time's just a practice round, right? And what better night than tonight to lose ours? Oh. Wow. That's going to //hurt//."<</speechPC>> The shock hit me as his cock swung free. An ebony, fat pillar, uncut and not especially long, but massively far around. <<speech "Absame">>"Okay, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I couldn't keep from looking at his pulsing meat, despite the density it was sticking up impressively straight over his low-hanging and hefty testicles. <</if>> <<speech "Absame">>"I hate to annoy you, but one more thing. I wasn't expecting this, so I...am unprepared."<</speech>> He coughed uncomfortably, his hand on my thigh. He wasn't even touching himself and he was still stiffer than <<linkexpand "steel.">> steel. <<face hurt2>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"Got you covered. Lay back."<</speechPC>> And he did as I walked over to get the condom out of my clutch. Thank god for pre-planning. I returned and worked the condom over his shaft, it was incredibly difficult since I didn't carry Magnums and his girth was straining the limits of the latex. I knew he was concerned about time so we skipped the foreplay, <<speechPC>>"//Lay// back."<</speechPC>> I moved over him, leaving my heels on. His eyes stared between us as I grabbed the shaft -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. <br><br> I pressed down, wincing and gasping, <<speech "Absame">>"You okay?"<</speech>> He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. The condom was //not// helping. Should have brought lube. <<speechPC>>"Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..."<</speechPC>> I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. <<speechPC>>"Put it in."<</speechPC>> My breath caught in my throat. <br><br> His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. <br><br> I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. <br><br> Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. <br><br> As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. <br><br> My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. <br><br> We did manage to be quick, his fingers digging in hard to my ass as he was unloading. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. <<speech "Absame">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made it better. <<speechPC>>"Welcome."<</speechPC>> I laughed, feeling a sharp pain as my muscles twitched, still speared on him. I leaned back, gasping as I was pulling myself off of him and dismounting at once, feeling like his meat was pulling me out from the <<linkexpand "inside">> inside. <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> <<speech "Absame">>"Oh shit."<</speech>> He never cursed, and I knew why, instantly. His cock had ruined the condom probably instantly and he had blown his load inside me, it was oozing onto the couch, his crotch and my ass from my gaped pussy. <<speechPC>>"Fuck, fuck, fuck."<</speechPC>> I scrambled, dripping and dripping as I ran over to grab some tissues, stuffing a wad between my thighs as I waddled back and worked to clean him and the couch off. <<print $CC.FName>> would //kill// me. And I had gotten inseminated -- ''I'' would kill me. <br><br> I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. Especially now. <<speech "Absame">>"Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry."<</speech>> They came out as quickly as his cum was. I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, flicking the ruined condom into a waste bin on his way out...without a tissue. //Fuck//. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"See you at school."<</speech>> <br><br> I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs. I'd need to head out absolutely //first// thing in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Absame M "Absame, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: black">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Shit. Okay. Um, I'm not on...anything, so..."<</speechPC>> I leaned in, about to give him head. He shook his own head and firmly pushed me away. <<speech "Absame">>"I understand. Then, I need to go."<</speech>> I felt crushed. Rejected. Destroyed. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> I quickly mounted anyway, <<speech "Absame">>"Uh, are you...certain?"<</speech>> I nodded, not certain, but I wasn't going to let that be that. <<speechPC>>"Just, warn me before you cum. Okay?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, eyes dropping down as he sensed the feeling of my pussy against his cock -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. <br><br> I pressed down, wincing and gasping, <<speech "Absame">>"You okay?"<</speech>> He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. <<speechPC>>"Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..."<</speechPC>> I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. <<speechPC>>"Put it in."<</speechPC>> My breath caught in my throat. His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. <br><br> I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. <br><br> Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt my unprotected, hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. <br><br> As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. <br><br> My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. <<speech "Absame">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Going. To. Cum."<</speech>> Between each thrust. His fingers digging in hard to my ass and his needy thrusting, coupled with feeling his cock just a battering ram at my cervix, I couldn't react fact enough. Hell, I don't know what I was supposed to do. Or what I was thinking. Fuck. He was unloading inside me, his hot thick load spewing into my center. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. <<speech "Absame">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made this better, somehow. <<speechPC>>"Kay, um, this is going to be messy. We need to be careful and not get any on the couch."<</speechPC>> I was //freaking// but trying to keep it together. Not his fault. Too late now. <br><br> He nodded, looking to me for guidance as he pulsed, happy to stay in me but I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. <br><br> I leaned down to grab his underwear but he stopped me, <<speech "Absame">>"No. She'll know."<</speech>> He lifted me up, carrying me from the couch, legs swaying on either side of him. Wow. He was strong. <br><br> We found a tissue box and each grabbed a handful. Our hands dropped, clutching between my thighs. Now I could actually feel how wide he had split my mound. Jesus. Was I broken? <br><br> Without warning me, he pulled <<linkexpand "out...">> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> out, making me gasp as he dropped me. <br><br> My legs weak, I collapsed in front of him, luckily able to keep my wad of tissues between my legs as they quickly soaked through. <br><br> His cock swayed, shiny and oozing in front of my face, <<speech "Absame">>"Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry."<</speech>> Those words came out as quickly as his cum. <br><br> I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. <br><br> A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, <<speech "Absame">>"See you at school."<</speech>> I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs. I'd need to head out absolutely //first// thing in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Absame M "Absame, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: black">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I sat there, <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face hurt1 runny>> rage bubbling up within me. <<speechPC>>"Run back to mommy, fucking virgin."<</speechPC>> I wasn't going to let that ruin my night, so I got dressed and headed back to the party. I let them all think what they wanted. Absame [[never spoke to me again|HS009 - HomeVign3]], though. <<else>> tears welling in my eyes. I watched him leave, glad I hadn't risked it, but also feeling alone and sad. <br><br> I wasn't going to let that ruin my night, so I got dressed and headed back to the party. I let them all think what they wanted. Eventually, I was able to coax Absame back and [[came prepared|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Body.virgin == false>> <<speechPC>>"No need. I'm clean, I'm sure you are."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"We're both clean, duh."<</speechPC>> With a playful eyeroll. <</if>> I knew he was concerned about time so we skipped the foreplay, <<speechPC>>"Lay back."<</speechPC>> I moved over him, leaving my heels on. His eyes stared between us as I grabbed the shaft -- //Christ// now that I had my hand on it, how it appeared didn't prepare me for how it felt. I worked the uncut head back and forth along my cleft, letting his precum lubricate me, spitting in my other hand and stroking it along his massive width. He groaned. I grinned, feeling his cock stiffen in reaction even harder. <br><br> I pressed down, wincing and gasping, <<speech "Absame">>"You okay?"<</speech>> He nudged up my chin. I nodded and pushed his hand away. <<speechPC>>"Shh. Sokay. Look, it's going to take a while to get you in...carefully. So..."<</speechPC>> I fought with the pain center in my brain as I considered what I was asking him to do. I guided his hands to my hips and made sure the head was pinned right at my opening. <<speechPC>>"Put it in."<</speechPC>> My breath caught in my throat. His hands tightened on my hips and he flexed his hips, I felt the pressure of the giant black head pushing my labia in with it, but it wasn't going. He checked in with me quickly and I gave a quick nod and he flexed harder, eyes now stuck between my thighs. <br><br> I tensed, holding still. Flex. //Flex//. ''Flex'' It was slightly pressing in and it hurt like fuck. Then feeling purchase, his hands tightened on my hips and pulled down sharply while his hips shoved up hard. <br><br> Screaming out, head flicking back, hands clutching awkwardly at the couch and his stomach, I think the only reason he didn't notice or care was he was grunting hard as he felt my unprotected, hot and soft pussy pushing over his cock. His first pussy. A pussy and cock not built for each other. <br><br> As I felt split open he was leaning up, mouth clasping to my breast, hands moving to my ass as he fully hilted inside me. <br><br> My hands grasped at his back, he was immediately fucking me, clearly overwhelmed and ecstatic. His massive and spongy cockhead was banging right at my cervix as he rammed firmly and quick, an inch or two as he stayed ballsdeep in me. We did manage to be quick, his fingers digging in hard to my ass as he was unloading inside me, his hot thick load spewing into my center. Every muscular flex, every swell, every pulse -- I felt it. <<speech "Absame">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> My pussy was screaming at me but hearing my name in his accent made it better. <<speechPC>>"Kay, um, this is going to be messy. We need to be careful and not get any on the couch."<</speechPC>> He nodded, looking to me for guidance as he pulsed, happy to stay in me but I could see him in post-nut clarity and his need to fuck and run. <br><br> I leaned down to grab his underwear but he stopped me, <<speech "Absame">>"No. She'll know."<</speech>> He lifted me up, carrying me from the couch, legs swaying on either side of him. Wow. He was strong. We found a tissue box and grabbed a handful each, both of us holding them down between my thighs. It was then that I felt how wide he had split my mound. Jesus. Was I broken? <br><br> Without warning me, he pulled <<linkexpand "out...">> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> out, making me gasp as he dropped me. <br><br> My legs weak, I collapsed in front of him, luckily able to keep my wad of tissues between my legs as they quickly soaked through. <br><br> His cock swayed, shiny and oozing in front of my face, <<speech "Absame">>"Sorry. You okay? I need to go. I'm sorry."<</speech>> Those words came out as quickly as his cum. <br><br> I nodded, and watched him put his tux on, looking at me and deciding what he should do, if anything. <br><br> A clock behind me reminded him again and he moved over, quickly gave me a kiss and headed out, <<speech "Absame">>"See you at school."<</speech>> I didn't think I could dance, so I curled up on the couch, sleeping with a hand and huge wad of tissue clutched between my thighs [[until morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Absame M "Absame, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: black">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face hurt1>> I giggled playfully as we headed outside, ducking through the doors as soon as Principal Mark turned away. He wasn't giggling, wasn't even laughing. I pulled and laughed playfully, trying to encourage him to join in. His eyes were scanning instead. <<speech "Miguel">>"Aqui."<</speech>> He pulled back, towards a nearby picnic table. It was within sight of the gym and literally the first place that //could// work. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> Shaking my head in disbelief, I bit my lower lip and felt the sharp edge of the bench and table digging in at my back and ass as he worked <<linkexpand "my dress up">> my dress up<<liftUpDress>>. I looked around nervously, my brain locked in on the doors to the gym, willing them to stay shut. <br><br> Then he spun me around, my hands pressing against the graffiti'd table before he could shove my face against it. <br><br> <<dollRearView>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, <<speechPC>>"Got a condom?"<</speechPC>> I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. <<speech "Miguel">>"Nunca. Sounds like problema para ti."<</speech>> He tried to move my hand away. <<speechPC>>"I'm not getting knocked up at ''Prom''."<</speechPC>> I glared. <<speech "Miguel">>"Beuno, we've got another option."<</speech>> His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was //not// how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the worn planks of the table top. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. <br><br> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need <<linkexpand "inside me.">> inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins and began to clean himself off with some additional saliva. He was practiced at this.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him. <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. No pill? Get used to it."<</speech>> He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the metal lockers on either side of me. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being somewhere so easily caught. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with <<linkexpand "finality.">> finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins, cleaning himself off additional saliva. He was practiced at this. <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Thought that was like, your spot."<</speech>> He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Ehhh...someone could come out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Rapido."<</speech>> He pulled again, dragging me towards the table. I shook my head and leaned back against his weight and strength. He grunted, sighed and let me pull him deeper into my school complex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Here."<</speech>> Literally the next option: beside some lockers in the mall. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> Shaking my head in disbelief, I bit my lower lip and felt the rough bricks digging in at my back and ass as he worked <<linkexpand "my dress up">> <<liftUpDress>>my dress up. I looked around nervously, my brain naturally remembering recent events and conversations I had mere feet away. <br><br> Then he spun me around, my hands pressing against the wall before he could shove my face against it. <br><br> <<dollRearView>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, <<speechPC>>"Got a condom?"<</speechPC>> I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. <<speech "Miguel">>"Nunca. Sounds like problema para ti."<</speech>> He tried to move my hand away. <<speechPC>>"I'm not getting knocked up at ''Prom''."<</speechPC>> I glared. <<speech "Miguel">>"Beuno, we've got another option."<</speech>> His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was //not// how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. <br><br> I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the worn planks of the table top. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need <<linkexpand "inside me.">> inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins and began to clean himself off with some additional saliva. He was practiced at this.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him. <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. No pill? Get used to it."<</speech>> He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the metal lockers on either side of me. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being somewhere so easily caught. <br><br> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made The smacking of our skin and the noises seeming far too loud in the open-air of the night. I couldn't see, was anyone seeing this? I couldn't //see//. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with <<linkexpand "finality.">> finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of napkins -- left over from lunch today -- tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Had he seen those before he was fucking me? While? Turning, I sat on the edge of a bench, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, grabbing the rest of the napkins, cleaning himself off additional saliva. He was practiced at this. <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Thought that was like, your spot."<</speech>> He tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking back inside. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Come on...don't be crazy."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Miguel">>"I'm being //annoyed//."<</speech>> He frowned, but allowed me to move through the mall and try the bathroom doors. Locked. Crap. Locked. Shit. Locked. Maybe we would be somewhere super-visible. Open. Oh, thank //god//. <br><br> I stumbled in, not expecting the door to actually open. He caught me and pulled me close, <<speech "Miguel">>"Nowhere to go now."<</speech>> He growled. <br><br> Smirking dirtily up at him as I felt my <<linkexpand "dress coming up">> dress coming up <<liftUpDress>><<dollRearView>>, <<speechPC>>"Nope. Caught me."<</speechPC>> Dress around my waist, he flipped me around firmly, pushing me into one of the open stalls. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>I nearly tripped, headfirst into the toilet bowl as he yanked my underwear <<link "down my leg">><<panties>><</link>>, tangling at my ankles.<<else>>He pushed forward between my shoulder blades, my hands catching at the walls to try and find some balance and not go straight into the toilet bowl.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"''Easy''..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He laughed, his belt uncoupling and I felt the fabric up against my bare ass as the zipper was quickly yanked open, <<speech "Miguel">>"That's your job, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> My hands grasped at his cock before he could get it in me, <<speechPC>>"Got a condom?"<</speechPC>> I looked back over my shoulder, seeing the frustration reaching a boiling point. <<speech "Miguel">>"Nunca. Sounds like problema para ti."<</speech>> He tried to move my hand away. <<speechPC>>"I'm not getting knocked up in a fucking bathroom."<</speechPC>> I glared. <<speech "Miguel">>"Bueno, we've got another option."<</speech>> His hand on my wrist, he pulled the head to my asshole. This was //not// how I envisioned losing my anal virginity, but I also was not in any mood to get raped and Miguel seemed verging in the area where that might happen. <br><br> I let go and felt him push, gasping and trying to brace in my heels and against the plastic walls of the stall. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> Everything else down there felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was pushing my guts around, literally, with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made echoing on the tile and water in the toilets. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with <<linkexpand "finality">> finality and I felt heat growing inside me as he unloaded into my colon. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of tissue tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Turning, I sat on the bowl, embarrassment rising as I wasn't sure how this was all going to turn out. He had turned, heading to the sinks to clean himself off with water. He was practiced at this. <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Well, glad to have opened a whole new world to you. No pill, get used to it."<</speech>> Paper towels pulled from a dispenser as he tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking out. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He pushed. I gasped, trying to brace in my heels and against the plastic walls of the stall. He grunted, spitting down and hitting my cheeks and between them a couple times, rubbing and then pushing hard again. I tried to relax. While I was acting down and horny for this, my body was not being compliant. Especially being in a familiar bathroom stall. <br><br> Then it went in, he grunted loudly and I yelped like a stuck pig. I felt like he was pushing me into myself. His hands grasping tightly at my bare hips as he began firm, slow thrusts, bucking me forward, feeling the sharp ping of pleasure as his heavy balls whacked against my clit. <br><br> I grit my teeth and pressed my toes into my shoes. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>My tits popped out of the top of my dress as he rammed me.<</if>> He was in a rhythm right away, shoving inside me with his rock hard cock. The smacking of our skin and the noises we made echoing on the tile and water in the toilets. <br><br> Then he shoved forward with <<linkexpand "finality">> finality and thick heat spurting inside me as his cock pumped. I panted as he pulled at my hips, releasing his need inside me. Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed a handful of tissue tugged one of my hands back, transferring them to me as he began to withdraw. Turning, I sat on the bowl, embarrassment rising as I felt vulnerable, as if he had walked in on me indecent. He had turned, heading to the sinks to clean himself off with water. He was practiced at this. <<speechPC>>"Heh that was new."<</speechPC>> I tried to engage with him.<<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speech "Miguel">>"Si? Thought that was like, your spot."<</speech>> Paper towels pulled from a dispenser as he tugged and dried off his hanging cock. Zipped up. Fixed his belt and shirt. <<speechPC>>"See you back in there?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, feeling the tissue soaking in my hand, I wondered if he noticed the gag reflex. <<speech "Miguel">>"Yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and smiled, walking out. <br><br> Later, trying to walk in as normally as possible, I saw him chatting up Ava. A very short-lived win for me, apparently. <br><br> Dancing and enjoying myself as much as I could with <<print $CC.FName>> I saw them pairing off, Joe -- her boyfriend -- not seeming to mind as they made out beside him, or when Miguel went to the after party with them. I heard he stood outside the door as Miguel fucked her [[all night|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Miguel M "Miguel, my Prom date" "age: 17" "ethnicity: latin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<face drunk>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0 || $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> <<upper>><<bra>> <<askewPanties>> There are flashes from there on out: the hallway. A dark doorway. The feeling of being brought onto something soft. Penetration. The motion of him over me. The feeling of cum oozing out of my pussy. Alone. Looking around, alone still. <br><br> Then it was the <<linkexpand "morning.">> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>> morning. <br><br> I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. <br><br> Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. <br><br> Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Chad M "Chad, my Prom date" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<else>> I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. Well, yay [[Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Chad M "Chad, my Prom date" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He clawed the <<linkexpand "dress up over my head">> dress up over my head<<upper>><<askewPanties>> as soon as we crossed the threshold. The urgency was like nothing I'd experienced before. Romance clearly not his strong suit as we got to the end of our date and the most romantic thing he'd done for me was get me a drink. <br><br> We were naked in a flash and on the bed, him climbing ontop of me and spitting on my pussy for lubrication. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"Whoah, Chad. Condom, condom. Condom."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He rubbed his cockhead -- it wasn't Super -- against my slit as he gave a grimace, <<speech "Chad">>"Shit. Don't have any. You?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>> I sighed, thankful for my foresight and pushed him off me so I could scramble down to get to my stuff. As I fished out the condom, he was moving behind me, spitting on his hand and wiping it along my slit to join his last glob. <<speechPC>>"Here."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He tore it open while poking his dick against my fertile pussy anyway, unable to stop himself from popping his head in and then laughing as he pulled free, <<speech "Chad">>"Yeah, yeah, just the tip."<</speech>> And began rolling down the condom behind me. <br><br> Then ''SMACK'' his hand against my ass as he drove in. It stung like a normal ass-smack, but had a weird wet stickiness to his palm. I couldn't focus on it though as he hilted fully inside me. <br><br> The two spitballs and his previous penetration had made it fine for his smallish member to shove right in, balls pressed tightly to the top of my mound. <<speech "Chad">>"Oh, yeah."<</speech>> He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. He took his other hand, grabbed my hair and begin pounding. And then, after some grunts and more 'Oh, yeah' he was <<linkexpand "cumming.">>cumming. <<speech "Chad">>"Oh. Fuck. ''Yeah''."<</speech>> <<speech "Chad">>"<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pushed my head as he freed his fingers from my hair. <br><br> I looked back as he was tugging free, I felt the cum starting to thickly ooze out of me as I saw the condom sticking to my right cheek. He hadn't put it on and had smacked it there on his penetration. <<speechPC>>"Chad!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He didn't react, simply got dressed as fast as he stripped and <<linkexpand "got off.">><<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>>got off. <br><br> I slumped onto my side on the floor, testing the look and feel of the spooge as if I needed to double check. I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up right there. I considered getting myself off but the thought of fingering my semen-soaked slit ended that thought. And passed out. Real hard. <br><br> Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. <br><br> Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <br><br> I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. <br><br> Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Chad M "Chad, my Prom date" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I shook my head and he pressed inside me, I gasped, not ready at all for penetration but thankfully his size made it manageable. <<speech "Chad">>"Oh, yeah."<</speech>> He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. ''Unprotected''. <<speechPC>>"Chad. You gotta pull out, kay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Chad">>"Oh, yeah."<</speech>> Grunting that out and nodding. I took that as him agreeing...but moments later I realized differently. He was grunting and <<linkexpand "unloading">><<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs1>>unloading inside me, <<speech "Chad">>"Oh. Fuck. ''Yeah''."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Chad!"<</speechPC>> I smacked his chest and rolled my eyes. The lubrication I now had inside me was no longer useful. <<speech "Chad">>"<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, <<speech "Chad">>"Now take a Plan B, kay?"<</speech>> he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pecked me on the forehead. <br><br> He got dressed as fast as he stripped and got off. <br><br> I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up and was going to get myself off but the thought of fingering my semen-soaked slit ended that thought. And passed out. Real hard. <br><br> Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. <br><br> Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <br><br> I didn't quite connect the dots until I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. I chugged down water as the dry crustiness of my crotch and legs registered fully. A finger test, a sniff, fuck. He'd nutted in me. <br><br> Frantically, I checked for the earliest pharmacy hours and stole a couple bills from my parents, heading [[there ASAP|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> He rubbed his cockhead -- unlike the Supersenior, //it// wasn't Super -- against my slit and he pressed inside me, I gasped, not ready at all for penetration but thankfully his size made it manageable. <<speech "Chad">>"Oh, yeah."<</speech>> He grunted, nodding as he immediately began to fuck. Grunting that out and nodding, repetative and consistent. Consistent for as long as it lasted he was grunting and <<linkexpand "unloading">> <<speechPC>>"Chad!"<</speechPC>> I smacked his chest and rolled my eyes. Lubricated now, but it didn't matter //now//. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"<<shake 3s>>Yeah<</shake>>. //Take//. //That//. //Cum//, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Nodding and adding a word with each short thump of his hips, finishing off. He smiled, staying ballsdeep, he gave a little squeeze to one of my tits and pecked me on the forehead. <br><br> He got dressed as fast as he stripped and got off. <br><br> I didn't feel like going back to the party, so I curled up and spent a few minutes fingering my semen-soaked slit. And passed out. Real hard. <br><br> Then it was the morning. I stumbled out of the house, brain foggy as fuck and trying to make sure no one noticed Ms. Mess 'sneaking' out. <br><br> Fuck. The sun hurt my eyes. <br><br> I got home, sneaking in, feet hurting from the barefoot walk, the tacky feeling of my thighs sticking and pulling apart with each step. I collapsed in bed, thankful for the comfort and that I had made it, seemingly unnoticed. <br><br> I woke up after another heavy sleep, feeling like cotton everywhere, eyes, brain, skin all hurting. Well, yay [[Prom|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Chad M "Chad, my Prom date" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<face ahego>> <<set _bodyTitle = $CC.friend1 + ", my Prom date">> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel ++>> Our mouths touched, then our tongues, then our hands grabbed at each other. We pawed at each other in front of everyone, oblivious to the spectacle. Alcohol is a miraculous and scary thing. <br><br> We both knew <<print $CC.FName>>'s house like the back of our hands, which were now occupied on each other, simultaneously feeling and pulling each other down the hallway. We bumped into people, we laughed but dove right back in to making out. His hand fumbled with a doorknob, locked. Then mine, locked. Shit. We found the bathroom and he pulled me in. <br><br> I saw the need in his eyes. I wonder what he saw. He was lifting me, I was lifting myself onto the edge of the sink, spreading my thighs and tugging <<linkexpand "my dress up">> my dress up<<liftUpDress>>. He was stepping in and fumbling with his wallet. It fell, slapping against the tile. <br><br> We had a hard time -- a seeming compulsion to continue kissing lest one of us reconsider, yet bodies just couldn't do everything you wanted attached at one place. Well, except for one. <br><br> He dropped to the wallet, finding the condom <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>as I peeled my <<link "underwear down">><<panties>><</link>> to hang on one ankle.<<else>>as I shifted to lean back against the mirror, giving him an eye line to my pussy.<</if>> Then the condom was on and he was on me in a flash. He thrust in and I wasn't quite ready, gasping and pushing back at him. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Sorry. Oh, s-sorry."<</speech>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Sokay."<</speechPC>> And lifted my knees up on either side of him, panting as he began to get into it. There was a pent up quality to the fuck -- again, I blame the alcohol -- the way he urgently stuck himself inside me. A minute or so of him jostling me on the edge of the sink, the smacking sound of our skin echoing against porcelain and tile. And then he was cumming. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"S-sorry."<</speech>> He leaned forward, lips straining to mine but stopping as he began grunting in my face, feeling his cock pumping inside me as he filled the condom. <<speechPC>>"Sokay."<</speechPC>> I nodded again, waiting and zoning out into the buzz I was enjoying. He flexed against my mound as he got it all out, then pulled free. <br><br> He didn't make eye contact. He deposited the condom in the trash. <br><br> I didn't make eye contact. I fixed my dress. <br><br> We walked out of the bathroom and I didn't realize he made an exit. I [[spent the night|HS009 - HomeVign3]] with <<print $CC.FName>>, trying to dodge her playful smiles and questions. <br><br> <<vCardCheck $CC.friend1 M _bodyTitle "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>>
<<face ahego>> I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. <br><br> The little victories were what I could take solace in. <<if $Memories.includes("PromQueen")>><<speechPC>>"Come on, Mr. Prom King."<</speechPC>><</if>> Giving him my best smile as I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> <br><br> He was complacently undressing, seated on the edge of the bed. Did Ava find this exciting? I peeled <<linkexpand "my dress off">> my dress off<<upper>> as I climbed up next to him and began helping him with his clothes. <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> I found him insultingly not ready for action, but he was already laying back as if this was common. Taking his limpness in my mouth I began to work him hard, <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> I straddled his face and unceremoniously dropped my pussy on him so that we'd both be ready. And he went to //town//, making my break my contact with his cock as my head flicked back in surprise. <<speechPC>>"Christ."<</speechPC>> A few moments later, frozen with my back arched and toes curling in my heels, I realized I had completely lost attention to the blowjob, but he apparently didn't need it. He was hard as a rock and. <<shake 3s>>''Fuck''<</shake>> I cried out as I came. His cock flexed in reaction to my orgasm and he dived in harder. Ignoring that I was peaking, his tongue lashed at me and I squealed out, an already hard climax extending. Extending. <br><br> I rolled off after what felt like an eternity, body finally back under my control, legs shaking and panting as I held my hot, flushed face. And then he was between my legs again, <<speechPC>>"Wait...n-no-ohhhh!"<</speechPC>> He was eating my pussy again, it hurt but my sensitivity brought me over the edge again, crying out helplessly I came again and again, trying to wrestle his head from between my thighs, but he was fantastically skilled at this. <br><br> When his jaw finally was worn out, I had lost count of my orgasms, <<speechPC>>"You...gonna fuck me?"<</speechPC>> I panted out, not sure how good of a partner I'd be in this melted state. <<speech "Joe">>"I'm good."<</speech>> He shook his head, smiling as he dismounted the bed, cock limp and wiping his handful of jizz on the sheets. He left me there and I passed out, waking cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>> [[in the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, ''my'' Prom date, never even got it in" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <<else>> my hand dropped between my legs, frustratingly trying to override my brain so that we'd both be ready for step two. My jaw ached, my head bobbing as I forced myself onward, partially because my pussy wasn't being compliant and neither was his erection. Or lack thereof. <br><br> I sighed. <<speechPC>>"Can you get yourself--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Yeah. One sec."<</speech>> He cut me off, as if he expected it. Hand dropping to his shaft, he began stroking. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>> I fished out a condom from my bag and worked it over him once he was rigid enough. <br><br> Straddling his hips, I pushed myself down, gasping from the lack of preparedness and feeling of rubber, but also from the sensation of being filled. I began to bounce, guiding his hands to my hips, to my tits, but he kept pulling them away and just reached between us, finger on my nub and I dropped against him, gasping out as he began thrumming. I came and he continued to rub, extending the orgasm. By the time it passed, tingling throughout my limbs, I squeaked, <<speechPC>>"I can't move my legs."<</speechPC>> He laughed, hand starting to move against my clit again and I pushed him away, <<speechPC>>"Aren't you gonna...Oh."<</speechPC>> I realized I didn't feel him inside me anymore because he had slipped free. He hadn't cum, and now that the moment was over, he guided me off of him and headed out, grabbing his clothes and leaving me to sleep. <br><br> I woke in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>>. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, ''my'' Prom date, never even got it in" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <<else>> With one hand, he was pulling out a condom and working it over himself once he was rigid enough. <br><br> Straddling his hips, I pushed myself down, gasping from the lack of preparedness and feeling of rubber, but also from the sensation of being filled. I began to bounce, guiding his hands to my hips, to my tits, but he kept pulling them away and just reached between us, finger on my nub and I dropped against him, gasping out as he began thrumming. I came and he continued to rub, extending the orgasm. By the time it passed, tingling throughout my limbs, I squeaked, <<speechPC>>"I can't move my legs."<</speechPC>> He laughed, hand starting to move against my clit again and I pushed him away, <<speechPC>>"Aren't you gonna...Oh."<</speechPC>> I realized I didn't feel him inside me anymore because he had slipped free. He hadn't cum, and now that the moment was over, he guided me off of him and headed out, grabbing his clothes and leaving me to sleep. <br><br> I woke in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>>. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, ''my'' Prom date, never even got it in" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<face ahego>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 2>> Mom was out with her friends, enjoying a night to herself. Exactly as we had hoped. We climbed the stairs with practiced comfort, hands intertwined. <br><br> My bed. It was our rule. <br><br> He carefully and kindly was taking <<linkexpand "my dress off">> my dress off<<upper>> -- as careful and kind as Mom had been helping me put it on. Like usual, we got me naked first, climbing onto the bed and rolling back, letting him look as he began to get undressed. <br><br> The way he smiled. I couldn't help but love it. My fingers played between my legs as I got myself ready -- I was ready ever since I woke up this morning thinking about tonight -- but playing felt good. He wasn't the most attractive man, age hadn't been kind and it wasn't like he was especially fit. But there was something about him and his demeanor...or maybe it was the relationship we had, that made all the rest of it a non-issue. <br><br> He climbed onto me, our bodies shifting into typical orientation, practiced condom application -- his rule -- as my legs lightly curled around his flat-tire midsection. Then he was inside me, thrusting slow as was his style, head nestled against my neck, grunting into my ear as I gasped into his. My hand slid between us to cup his sagging sack, playing with them teasingly as his coarse hair irritated my skin. He grunted deeply. God he loved that. <br><br> It made him thrust deeper, intently, <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That's it."<</speechPC>> I panted into his ear, feeling the barrel of his body pressing down against my chest and stomach, pinning me to the bed while he went at my snatch. <br><br> His excitement was what I needed, his need was my trigger. I began to <<shake 10s>>cum<</shake>>, light puppydog whimpering as my body twitched underneath him. He felt my release and he gave a quick one-two-three short and hard right against my crotch and began to fill the condom. His balls moving in my palm as he seeded the prophylactic. <br><br> It was quick because it was always quick out of necessity. We'd rather steal moments like these than risk losing them all together. <br><br> We uncoupled and laughed in our post-coital enjoyment, carefully taking care of evidence but then noticing we still had time because of our early exit and quick romp. He turned on the TV and selected an episode of the Office as I sucked on his cock for another hour or so. No intention to start again, but he didn't mind and neither did I. <br><br> Then she called and we reset into our 'normal' behavior and state. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Have a good Prom?"<</speech>> Mom asked later. There must have been a glow or pinkness to my cheeks as I nodded and laughed. <<speechPC>>"[[Amazing|HS009 - HomeVign3]]."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck Arvin M "Arvin, my Prom date" "age: 59" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== "Arvin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Mom was out with her friends, enjoying a night to herself. Thank god. We quickly climbed the stairs, a level of uncertainty and constant check-ins. <<speechPC>>"Uh..."<</speechPC>> We stood at the landing and I was looking at both of our doors. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> He laughed and nudged me towards my room. Made sense. <br><br> Then, He carefully and kindly was taking <<linkexpand "my dress off">> dress off<<upper>> -- as careful and kind as Mom had been helping me put it on. We got me naked first, climbing onto the bed and rolling back, letting him look as he began to get undressed. <br><br> The way he smiled. I couldn't help but love it. My fingers played between my legs as I got myself ready -- I was ready ever since I made the realization on the dance floor -- but playing felt good. He wasn't the most attractive man, age hadn't been kind and it wasn't like he was especially fit. But there was something about him and his demeanor...or maybe it was the relationship we had, that made all the rest of it a non-issue. <br><br> He climbed onto me, our bodies shifting. We laughed and moved, rearranging. He flashed a condom proudly, <<speechPC>>"Came prepared?"<</speechPC>> as my legs lightly curled around his flat-tire midsection. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Yeah. That a problem?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No. Good thing. Just...you expected this?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Hoped."<</speech>> Then he was inside me, thrusting slowly. He dropped his head to nestle against my neck, grunting into my ear as I gasped into his. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Oh, you feel fucking great."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"S-so d-do you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"Why. Weren't. We. Doing. This. Sooner?"<</speech>> He laughed as he felt my cunt working his hard cock. <<speechPC>>"Better late than never."<</speechPC>> I nipped at his ear. <<speech "Arvin.png">>"I want this to last forever. But..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I laughed at the implication. Who knew when she would get back home. He pulled my hand between us to cup his sagging sack. A little surprised, but he knew himself, I played with them teasingly as his coarse hair irritating my skin. He grunted deeply. God he //loved// that. <br><br> It made him thrust deeper, intently, <<speechPC>>"Yeah. That's it."<</speechPC>> I panted into his ear, feeling the barrel of his body pressing down against my chest and stomach, pinning me to the bed while he went at my snatch. <br><br> His excitement was what I needed, his need was my trigger. I began to <<shake 10s>>cum<</shake>>, light puppydog whimpering as my body twitched underneath him. He felt my release and he gave a quick one-two-three short and hard right against my crotch and began to fill the condom. His balls moving in my palm as he seeded the prophylactic. <br><br> We uncoupled and laughed in our post-coital enjoyment, carefully taking care of evidence. There was an awkward moment as we stood there, naked. I saw him eyeing me and knew what was on his mind. <<speechPC>>"But."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Arvin.png">>"But."<</speech>> He nodded. Safer is better than sorry. We reset into our 'normal' behavior and state and there was a growing pain as the minutes passed without any word from her. Thinking of the opportunity. There'd be others. That's what I reminded myself. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Have a good Prom?"<</speech>> Mom asked later. There must have been a glow or pinkness to my cheeks as I nodded and laughed. <<speechPC>>"[[Amazing|HS009 - HomeVign3]]."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck Arvin M "Arvin, my Prom date" "age: 59" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== "Arvin">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<face ahego>> Gone was his timidness and restraint, gone were <<linkexpand "our clothes">> <<outfit naked>>our clothes. Gone were our books, study materials, and good sense. Our tongues wrestled and we were climbing onto each other. We had been working each other up all night I doubted there would be foreplay. There wasn't. <br><br> He was working a condom over his cock while we made out, I could feel his hands not on me, but between my thighs. And then a sudden thrust, our kiss broke as he grunted and I gasped. He hilted straight away, his sack pressed tightly to my ass and cock jamming up inside me as far as it could go. <<print $Body.eyes>> flashed up at him in a challenge and he began to fuck. My heels swayed in the air as the bed squeaked, panting and mmphing underneath him as I grabbed at his body in need, watching him cavorting over me. I could see the concentration on his face, he //needed// to cum. His sensitivity was through the roof and he was battling the need and nearness to his orgasm against getting me off. <br><br> He frowned and his head flicked back, slowing down and his thrusting becoming awkward. <<speechPC>>"Sokay."<</speechPC>> I gasped out, feeling the rigidness stabbing up inside me. My hand dropped and I started working my button, <<speechPC>>"Just cum."<</speechPC>> Instantly, he was groaning out, leaning hard against my pubic bone while I tried to move my fingers, pinned between us. His cock was pulsing and jerking inside me while he filled the condom. And then, I joined him. <<speechPC>>"Oh, <<shake 5s>>yeah<</shake>>..."<</speechPC>> I lightly gasped. <br><br> It was a tiny one, but an orgasm all the same. I smiled up at him as I finished, seeing him watching me coming down before he pulled out, taking care of the condom. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Sorry about that."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"It's //my// fault. I came anyway, don't worry about it."<</speechPC>> I rolled off the bed, did a quick touch up and then we scrambled out into the hallway naked -- everyone had arrived now -- to grab our clothes and then put them on in relative privacy. <<speechPC>>"Ready?"<</speechPC>> I grabbed his hand. <<speech "$HS.promDate">>"Ready."<</speech>> And we went out to the party. We had a great time. And then later, <<print $CC.FName>> insisted I stay with Harden. So he fucked me to close out the night too. I came twice then. He [[made up for it|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Harden M "Harden, my Prom date" "age: 22" "ethnicity: asian">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>>
<<face ahego>> I figured that <<print $CC.FName>>'s room would be the last taken, so I made a bee-line for it, ignoring the other doorways and trying the knob as I practically dragged Joe along. Unoccupied. Score. <br><br> The little victories were what I could take solace in. <<if !$Memories.includes("PromQueen")>><<speechPC>>"Come on, Mr. Prom King."<</speechPC>><</if>> Giving him my best smile as I <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>removed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> and tugged it over the outer knob before shutting the door.<<else>>-- no underwear or socks of my own -- grabbed a sock from her drawer and put it on the knob before shutting the door.<</if>> <br><br> He was complacently undressing, seated on the edge of the bed. Did Ava find this exciting? I peeled <<link "my dress off">><<upper>><</link>> as I climbed up next to him and began helping him with his clothes. <<speech "Joe">>"Thanks."<</speech>> I found him insultingly not ready for action, but he was already laying back as if this was common. Taking his limpness in my mouth I began to work him hard, <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>I straddled his face and unceremoniously dropped my pussy on him so that we'd both be ready. And he went to //town//, making my break my contact with his cock as my head flicked back in surprise. <<speechPC>>"Christ."<</speechPC>> A few moments later, frozen with my back arched and toes curling in my heels, I realized I had completely lost attention to the blowjob, but he apparently didn't need it. He was hard as a rock and. <<shake 3s>>''Fuck''<</shake>> I cried out as I came. His cock flexed in reaction to my orgasm and he dived in harder. Ignoring that I was peaking, his tongue lashed at me and I squealed out, an already hard climax extending. Extending. <br><br> I rolled off after what felt like an eternity, body finally back under my control, legs shaking and panting as I held my hot, flushed face. And then he was between my legs again, <<speechPC>>"Wait...n-no-ohhhh!"<</speechPC>> He was eating my pussy again, it hurt but my sensitivity brought me over the edge again, crying out helplessly I came again and again, trying to wrestle his head from between my thighs, but he was fantastically skilled at this. <br><br> When his jaw finally was worn out, I had lost count of my orgasms, <<speechPC>>"You...gonna fuck me?"<</speechPC>> I panted out, not sure how good of a partner I'd be in this melted state. <<speech "Joe">>"I'm good."<</speech>> He shook his head, smiling as he dismounted the bed, cock limp and wiping his handful of jizz on the sheets. He left me there and I passed out, waking cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>> [[in the morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, Ava's Prom date, never even got in me" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <br><br> <<else>> my hand dropped between my legs, frustratingly trying to override my brain so that we'd both be ready for step two. My jaw ached, my head bobbing as I forced myself onward, partially because my pussy wasn't being compliant and neither was his erection. Or lack thereof. <br><br> I sighed. <<speechPC>>"Can you get yourself--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Joe">>"Yeah. One sec."<</speech>> He cut me off, as if he expected it. Hand dropping to his shaft, he began stroking. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>>I fished out a condom from my bag and worked it over him once he was rigid enough. <<else>>Straddling his hips, I pushed myself down, gasping from the lack of preparedness and feeling of rubber, but also from the sensation of being filled. <br><br> I began to bounce, guiding his hands to my hips, to my tits, but he kept pulling them away and just reached between us, finger on my nub and I dropped against him, gasping out as he began thrumming. I came and he continued to rub, extending the orgasm. By the time it passed, tingling throughout my limbs, I squeaked, <<speechPC>>"I can't move my legs."<</speechPC>> He laughed, hand starting to move against my clit again and I pushed him away, <<speechPC>>"Aren't you gonna...Oh."<</speechPC>> I realized I didn't feel him inside me anymore because he had slipped free. He hadn't cum, and now that the moment was over, he guided me off of him and headed out, grabbing his clothes and leaving me to sleep. <br><br> I woke in the [[morning|HS009 - HomeVign3]], cuddled by <<print $CC.FName>>. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Joe M "Joe, Ava's Prom date, never even got in me" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<include "PM000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $HS.promDate == "GF">> <<upper "tanktop">> <<lower "pants_sweats">> <<feet>> So I went where I knew I would be appreciated and not judged -- <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage. The familiarity from the moment I ducked under the door set me at ease. The Boys were surprised to see me show up barefoot, heels swaying from my fingertips, dress hanging over one arm. <br><br> They didn't mind. I didn't expect them to. They didn't ask how the night went or how Prom was. Their questions were answered when I showed up. And they didn't even gloat about being right for not going. <br><br> I escaped into Super Smash Brothers and episodes from The League. They were great [[friends|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <<else>> So I went where I knew I would be appreciated and not judged -- <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage. The familiarity from the moment I ducked under the door set me at ease. The Boys were surprised to see me show up barefoot, heels swaying from my fingertips, and in my Prom dress. <br><br> They didn't mind. I didn't expect them to. They didn't ask how the night went or how Prom was. Their questions were answered when I showed up. And they didn't even gloat about being right for not going. <br><br> I escaped into Super Smash Brothers and episodes from The League. They were great [[friends|HS009 - HomeVign3]]. <</if>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> That...was so out of character for me. Going to sleep that night was tough. All I could think about was <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>. What was I going to tell them? Would this change things between us? <br><br> I had thought that I was a loyal person...I guess I wasn't. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I craved being back with them. For something loving, for something comforting. Maybe, kinda as an apology. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? Had that been why I had done it? Revenge? They could //never// find out. <</if>>
/* Skill/Trait Limitations - GY/Uni Once Claire enters either of GY or Uni, the cap should increase by 1. Ex. Claire enters GY - her skill cap raises to 7; she then moves on to Uni, the skill cap raises to 8. If Claire goes to Uni but skips the GY, her skill cap would be 7 until Act I. Just like before, skill-ups over the cap would render as .xp */ <<if $statCapPassedUni == false>> <<set $statCap ++>> <<set $statCapPassedUni = true>> <</if>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>University<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<image framed "passage/uni.location.png">> <<set $UN.test = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<set $UN.CBC = 0>> <<if $CC.APtaken == true>><<set $UN.test += 2>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Past Choices and Father">> It was awkward seeing <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom struggling to pull my bags up the stairs to my Freshman dorm. It shouldn't have been him here with me<<else>>Dad crying as he struggled pulling my bags up the stairs to my Freshman dorm. Yeah, I felt bad 'leaving' him all alone -- talk about empty nest --<</if>> but, this was //it//. College. The end all and be all of young life. It was like the pinnacle of everything I had worked for and what I was supposed to be striving for. So what? Just turn around now after all that work and effort? <br><br> <<if $HS.college == 1>> And I had gotten into one of the best fucking schools in the world! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>> So, once he had done the grunt work, I gave him a perfunctory squeeze and sent him on his way. <<else>> So, I let him cry, tried to shrug it off with a squeeze here, a hug there. <</if>> And then my roommate showed up, <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$People['UN'].Roommate.name" "Hilary">></span>, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Uh hey, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <br><br> My head jerked up. I don't think my smile <<linkexpand "could have been wider.">> <<face happy>> could have been wider. <br> <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah! That's me."<</speechPC>> I raced over from the snotty mess that was the remainder of my parental unit and away from the half-unpacked mess of clothes and 'college essentials' we'd grabbed at Target runs. She was super cute, just your girl next door. Not threatening, but definitely someone who you wanted in your corner. I gave her a hug, because, well why not. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"So, you left me the shitty bed, yeah?"<</speech>> And the jokes began. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.dad == 2>> <<else>> I ushered Dad out as quickly as I could manage without hurting his feelings too badly. I let him cry on my shoulder and then returned to my new room, my new roommate, my new life. <br><br> <</if>> We didn't stop talking, comparing notes on where we'd come from, what we were going to do. We grabbed a late lunch together and then split off to go to our orientation groups, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"See ya before we go out, yeah?"<</speech>> Well, I guess start college off with a bang. And I definitely ended up with <<linkexpand "one of the better fits as a roommate.">> one of the better fits as a roommate. <br><br><br> We were given these shitty little bags packed with 'swag'. Some Sophomore -- way too eager. Gave strong pick-me vibes -- led my little cluster around the campus. She was cute, bubbly, hair up in a tight bun, and efficiently pointed out where the dorms were for each class, where certain departments held a majority of their classes, the Dining Center, blah blah. She tried to infuse it with excitement and tid-bits, stories and history, but we all really couldn't care less. It was kind of a meat market, eyeing the other newbies down, making a couple initial connections as we meandered campus. Most of the conversation centered over "Where are you headed first tonight?" "Did you hear about..." some frat or other, "has a live band?" Clearly our minds were all on one thing: tonight. And it was fast approaching. <br><br> One of the guys wandering our hall actually had a //flask// and was pre-gaming ''already''. <br><br><br> Shit. [[Going out already|UN002 - FirstNight]]. Work hard, party hard? At least the latter, that's for sure. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</timed>>
Back in my dorm room, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I alternated in front of the small bathroom mirror and the full-body on the back of our door. I was happy to be a girl: comfortable wearing little around other women right from the get-go. We got a full beat on while we walked back and forth to our closets in our underwear, chattering idly as we weighed in on what each other should wear. /* IMAGE (Needed): Girls dressing up in front of a dorm mirror <<image framed "passage/UN002-FirstNight.png">> */ The real decision was: dress to impress or dress for comfort. It sounded like everyone was going out and it was starting early and going late. The frats were pulling out all the stops to welcome us, so there'd be no lack of places to go. Both had there merits, I just had to decide which mattered more to me. <div id="dress"> <<crossroads #dress>> <<path>> ''Being hot''? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<outfit club>> <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had decided cute //and// comfy. Hm. Clever girl. Showing off cleavage and leg, but sensible footwear. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Alright, hottie..."<</speech>> she looked me over, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Trying to pull some dick your first day?"<</speech>> I shrugged with a coy smile, <<speechPC>>"Whatever. So where we going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"We //should// have a signal or something for that. I mean, our beds are like...three feet apart."<</speech>> <<path>> ''Surviving the gauntlet''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had decided cute //and// comfy. Hm. Clever girl. Showing off cleavage and leg, but sensible footwear. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Alright, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> she looked me over, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Saving slut for another day. Smart. The other girls are going to be dressed like whores."<</speech>> I shrugged with a coy smile, <<speechPC>>"//Exactly//. So where we going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"But. What ''if'' you...or I, or I...actually //are// a slut tonight?"<</speech>> A devilish look in her eyes: <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"You, probably. I mean, if we're being honest."<</speech>> I flipped her off. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"We //should// have a signal or something for that. I mean, our beds are like...three feet apart."<</speech>> <<contentsShared>> <<speechPC>>"Sock on the door?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"No warning?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We'll figure it out."<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Fair enough!"<</speech>> She smacked my ass, <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Pregame or hit up one of the lower tier frats?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You know the tier list?"<</speechPC>> I was agog. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"I did my research."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I didn't bring anything to pregame with. What about you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Truuue...we could see if we could mooch?"<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[UN002 - FirstNightBadFrat]]>> Call me a ''mooch'', but the frats were stocked for //us//. <<path [[UN002 - FirstNightHall]]>> Couldn't be a needy girl, we could ''scrounge something''. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div>
There was no doorman at Kappa Sig, just a couple guys smoking on the stoop and jerking upright when they saw us approaching. <<speech "Kappa Sig">>"Hey, girls!"<</speech>> It wasn't a seedy smile, it was a surprised and eager smile. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Hey, mind if we pre-game with you?"<</speech>> She asked, but it was more of a statement. <<speech "Kappa Sig">>"Mi casa es su casa."<</speech>> And with a mock bow, we stepped up and into the dingy main room. <br><br> A couple of their brothers were lounging on a sad couch, scrolling on their phones while sipping beer from a can, <<speechPC>>"So, uh...no party tonight?"<</speechPC>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A beer can in a hand <<image framed "passage/UN002-KappaSigBeer.png">> */ One of the cans appeared in my hand, which I gratefully opened. <<speech "Menthol Sig">>"No, //course// we're throwing a party. It's the first night."<</speech>> Laughed one of the two cigarette bros, I could smell the menthol on his breath. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Right, but..."<</speech>> inclining her head to the room. Even though there was a beer pong table in the center of the room, it wasn't in use. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Excitable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>> <<speechPC>>"So...let's start it!"<</speechPC>> I pushed menthol boy over towards the table, grabbing the sleeve of Solo cups and tearing it open. <<speech "Couch Sig">>"See Mikey, these girls know how to party,"<</speech>> said one of the guys on the couch without looking up from his phone. <<else>> If there had been crickets chirping at that moment, it would have been perfect. All of us were standing around, sipping beer, looking at each other uncomfortably until one of the guys on the couch -- without looking up -- said, <<speech "Couch Sig">>"Set up some flip cup, Mikey."<</speech>> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Oh. Sure!"<</speech>> And he scuffled off, grabbing a sleeve of Solo cups and tearing it open by the table. <</if>> <br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Beer pong / flip cup setup <<image framed "passage/UN002-FlipCupSetup.png">> */ We arranged a line of Solo cups on either side of the table, popping a couple more cans and filling the row. It was menthol Mikey and me with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner across from us. Starting the night with...a whimper? <br><br> Hips to the table, looking down at the first cup, and then we were off. Pounding the beer back, settling the lip on the edge of the table and flipping. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>> Open throat, swallow, flip. Step over, watch Mikey fumbling and trying to follow suit so that I could just slam the next one. Well, we'd be winning or losing depending on him. At least it seemed like <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner weren't much better. <br><br> I heard a little chuckle from the guy on the couch and he threw me a thumbs up as I waited my turn. I could tell menthol-boy was embarassed, but he was happy enough when I popped the last one and it settled on its end after a tiny spin. <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Shit. You play a lot?"<</speech>> He gave me five as <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her guy just drank their cups in defeat. <<speechPC>>"Eh, not really?"<</speechPC>> I didn't feel the need to play down to avoid insulting him. <<else>> Tip it back, gulp, gulp, set the cup down and flip. Flip. ''Shit''. Flip! Step aside and watch Mikey fumbling just as much as I was -- that was good. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and her partner weren't doing too much better. We went down the line, a little ahead, a little behind and then it was my turn to finish it off opposite my roomie. <br><br> We stood across from each other resetting and flipping and cussing and laughing. It looked like it would be the randomness of physics that...nope. Damn. I shook my head and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was congratulated as I sighed and turned back to menthol-boy. <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Good game. Almost got it."<</speech>> I shrugged, rather unimpressed with a guy who'd been in a frat and wasn't any better than I was at the game. <</if>> <br><br><br> I picked up my beer and got back to drinking with abandon. No need to spend more time here than needed. Just drink, get the night going and get going. <br> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"So, you guys rushing? You strike me as a..."<</speech>> he considered me and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>, <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"She's a Kay Kay Gee for sure."<</speech>> He laughed and then to me again. I wondered if that was an insult or what. I checked in with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and she seemed to consider it more than take it with any deeper meaning. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<speech "Couch Sig">>"Tri Delt?"<</speech>> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Yeah...maybe."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Couch Sig">>"Dee Gee. They're our sister sorority. Be nice to see you around more."<</speech>> Uh...what did //that// mean. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I haven't decided yet. We'll see...just literally started all this today. But, uh. Thanks for the beers!"<</speechPC>> I clinked aluminum with Mikey, pounded down the beer and smiled, <<speechPC>>"Thanks guys! Really appreciate the hospitality!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"See you around...oh, what's your name?"<</speech>> Yep. Said a lot that he hadn't even asked for my name. I gave him a knowing smile as I was heading out, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Mikey Sig">>"Awesome. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Guys are so funny. <br><br><br> We bounced down the front steps about half an hour after showing up, looking down the street as the crowds began to assemble. No disrespect, but I felt that The Boys back home would have fit in with that crew. They seemed to be the smart ones, the good ones //playing// at fraternity. <br><br><br> But, now we had our buzz in brain and were heading towards Beta where the music was already [[pounding|UN002 - FirstNightRager]].
We wandered the hall, peeking in open doors carefully -- didn't want to intrude and piss someone off the very first day -- looking for anyone that might have been starting the night now. <br><br> Most doors were closed, some girls getting ready, a lot of them on the phone and still in their 'comfy' wear. It looked like our hall would be a bust, so we climbed the stairs and headed up to the guys floor above. <br><br> Heads started peeking out of the doors as we arrived, curious and excited. They all looked like they were ready to go, but for guys that's not saying much, <<speech>>"Uh hey. What's up?"<</speech>> I turned suddenly, hearing the guy behind me. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Hey, you uh, pre-gaming?"<</speech>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> smiled kindly, moving over towards him. Shit, that was dangerous. Didn't want to give him the wrong idea, even if it was an easy way <<linkexpand "to get what we wanted.">> to get what we wanted. <br> <<speech "Dorm Kid">>"I //can// be."<</speech>> He stepped back, welcoming us into his dorm room. <<speech "Ollie">>"Ollie, and this is Anand,"<</speech>> he motioned to the roommate who was acting like a skittish Chihuahua seeing two girls coming into his bedroom. Ollie patted the bed beside him and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> dropped down beside him, really pushing that line. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"So. What you got?"<</speech>> She smiled at him, nonchalant. <<speech "Ollie">>"Hey Anand, go...get some beer."<</speech>> Ollie wanted us alone. <<speech "Anand">>"I don't have an ID, dude. //You// get them beer."<</speech>> He squeaked. Ugh. This was not going well. <<speechPC>>"Oh, I thought we were going to pre-game."<</speechPC>> A look and head motion like 'what the fuck' to <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. We should bounce. This would be frustrating at best, and dumb at worst. <<speech "Ollie">>"We will...__chill__. What's your name?"<</speech>> It was like seeing Alpha and Beta in their wild forms, this room a nice little zoo exhibit of the male attitude. <br><br> <div id="hall"> Welp. <<crossroads #hall>> <<path>> Play ''nice''? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I dropped onto the bed on the other side of Ollie. <br><br> He patted both our thighs, <<speech "Ollie">>"I got some weed?"<</speech>> He leaned up to the shelves above his bed to grab a little metal box. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> gave a shrug and little smile to me. Not the pre-gaming I had in mind, but I guess it's the pre-gaming we were going to get. <<speech "Anand">>"You //can't//. The RA will smell it!"<</speech>> Anand. Classic beta. He'd have a shitty time this year if he wasn't going to kow tow to Ollie. And starting this soon. I felt bad. <<speech "Ollie">>"Then fuck off."<</speech>> And Anand did. /* IMAGE (Needed): A lit joint <<image framed "passage/UN002-LitJoint.png">> */ Ollie lit the joint and passed it to me, I took a hit and leaned over to <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> to continue the circle. I felt Ollie's hand on my hip, <<speech "Ollie">>"Shotgun."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<speechPC>>"Uh no, dude."<</speechPC>> I laughed and blew out the smoke. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> giggled awkwardly. I'm not sure what that meant, but I wasn't about to be leaning over this guy and make out with my roommate. Fuckin college fantasy. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> shrugged at Ollie, who was not pleased. <<speech "Ollie">>"Just gonna mooch then? You can get out."<</speech>> The hand on my hip became a hand on my ass, giving me a firm smack and push. Off his bed. <br><br> It was my first night and it felt a little like Ethan expecting a giant orgy from the get-go. I had at least gotten a hit into my system, so heading out to party wouldn't be sober. <<speechPC>>"Come on."<</speechPC>> I pulled her after me and didn't deign give Ollie the finger. <br><br><br> He wasn't worth the [[effort|UN002 - FirstNightRager]]. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Uh."<</speechPC>> A little smoke escaped my mouth. My eyes met hers and she shrugged with an awkward giggle. <br><br> And then we were kissing, I blew the smoke into her mouth as our tongues started to play. Because that's really what shotgunning is. I felt him lean back to watch as we formed bridge, mouth-to-mouth over his body. She was a good kisser. Oh shit, she was my roommate. This is going to make things weird. <br><br> I broke the kiss and laughed, giving Ollie the joint. <<speech "Ollie">>"Heh, that was awesome."<</speech>> And so it went, he'd hit it, then give one of us the joint and make a 'do it' motion with his hand. We'd give him a little show as we shared a hit. <br><br> That was not how I imagined beginning my first night out, but eventually I was sufficiently high to roll out of the dorms happy enough, fingers intertwined and over the worry of before as <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I headed out to the frats. I wondered how many people would believe Ollie's story. <br><br><br> Because it was a story, [[obviously|UN002 - FirstNightRager]]. <</if>> <<path>> Blow this "party"! <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"Let's go."<</speechPC>> I stepped back towards the door. <<speech "Ollie">>"That's a dumb name."<</speech>> Oh, I had pissed him off. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> sighed, taking my lead and seeing what I saw. <<speechPC>>"Well, next time you should be stocked if you want to have girls stay for a pre-game."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Anand">>"Yeah, //Ollie//."<</speech>> Anand. Classic beta. He'd have a shitty time this year if he wasn't going to kow tow to Ollie. And starting this soon. I felt bad. <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Sorry, chica."<</speech>> She gave me a hip bump as we left their room. <<speechPC>>"Eh, no worries...maybe we should try the frats."<</speechPC>> <br> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Yeah."<</speech>> And so we headed [[out|UN002 - FirstNightBadFrat]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
Beta was one of the premiere frats on campus and you got that sense the moment you showed up. Whether the guy was in a T-shirt or a popped collar, you could smell the money and privilege that he came from. There was an entitlement to their eyes and smugness in their smiles. <br><br> The house was still a dirty, gross piece of shit that was once a beautiful home, uncared for by these selfish drunks over decades. <br><br> But they came to the pretention honestly, I guess, because they had gotten Vanilla Ice to perform...at a frat. I didn't even know the guy was still alive, let alone performing. But the name alone had clout, had history, and, not gonna lie: was cool. <br><br><br> The place was crowded with girls, a few select freshmen guys that were trying to ingratiate themselves with the brothers -- already trying to rush Beta. And then it was the brothers, on the edges of the room, watching all the girls as they drank from solo cups and aluminum cans. It felt like we were all fish in a barrel in a way, lured in by the prospect of a good time and now being circled by the sharks. /* IMAGE (Needed): A crowded frat party <<image framed "passage/UN002-CrowdedFratParty.png">> */ It was fucking loud too -- there was some playlist playing, but with all these voices trying to talk over each other and the concrete walls, my eardrums were already screaming at me. They'd be ringing in the morning. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I laughed awkwardly, long-given up trying to talk to each other and being bumped back and forth as people tried to squeeze by us for another drink or to 'chat' with someone else. <br><br> And then the lights dimmed and a cheer rose. <<speech "Chanting Crowd">>"Nilla. Ice."<</speech>> The chant began, calling for the night to begin in earnest. <br><br><br> It was dark and I felt someone take the opportunity to grab my ass. I tried to smack the perp, but people were too close and I hit some girl. I heard her yell, <<speech "Girl">>"Hey!"<</speech>> And look around as confused who her perp was as I was. <br><br> Lights lit the stage and the guy -- looked good for what, fifties or somethin? -- came out on stage, swaggering as if he was our age. People screamed, he lifted the mic and the beat dropped. <<speech "Nilla Ice">>"Yo, VIP...let's kick it."<</speech>> He started with the big one. Wouldn't that just be a big let down? Well, he was the performer. What did I know. <br><br> And, to his credit, it did mean that everyone was going crazy immediately. Screaming the lyrics. Bouncing and swaying. You could feel that everyone was so ready for this release and it was like pulling the cap off a bottle that had been shaken too hard. <br><br> The drinks flowed and I lost myself in the music. And lost <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> before I realized it. Just alone in the crowd as he went into...a rap about the Ninja Turtles? <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Keep Rocking the Town? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<set $UN.test -->> <<face happy>> <br><br> Fuck, even though this song was insane, it was really easy to sing along to. Bouncing with the mass of bodies, we went wild. With <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> nowhere to be found, I was definitely getting more focused attention from the guys -- brothers and not -- because I was a girl, alone and inebriated. And a girl. A girl. <br><br> Hands were at my hips and without a word, we were grinding. Who was he? No clue. Was it a he? Yes. His cock was making that eminently clear. I arched my back, shoulder blades against his chest as we rocked together. Couldn't really see him, pressed close with all of the people, but having somebody with me was nice, but was that the brain-state talking? His hand slid up from my waist to my chin, turning my head and we started to make out. Our pace of dancing slowing down, a more rhythmic and sexual thrusting and reaction of hips as our tongues slowly snaked against each other. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hands holding female hips, her wearing a little black dress <<image framed "passage/UN002-HandsHoldingFemaleHips.png">> */ He tasted like beer. He smelled like cigarettes. Still hadn't even seen his face. But my body was reacting and I knew I needed to make a decision quickly. <div id="party2"> <<crossroads #party2>> <<path>> Let this escalate like I knew it would? <<contents>> <<set $UN.hookupEnd = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<face ahego>> <<dollRearView>> <br><br> Oh, fuck it. My hand dropped behind me and gave his cock a squeeze, he immediately tugged at my hips, pulling me around to face him. His kissing became hungry. Voracious. He tugged one of my legs up and I began to press my pussy against his rigid ridge. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> My slit began to make his pants wet as my bare lips rubbed up and down against the cloth. <<else>> The thin cotton pressed against the fabric of his zipper, each of us feeling each other's heat and arousal. <</if>> <br><br> People were all around us and there was a fantasy in my brain that everyone was getting at it like we were. Our passion infectious as his hand moved from under my thigh to between us, working open his pants. Oh, it was happening //here//. The frat party floor about to become an orgy as everyone was pairing off and going to fuck while a 90's rapper gave us a rhythm to thrust to. <br><br> His meat was free and pushing urgently between my legs, finding its way and <<shake 2s>>in<</shake>>. Our kiss broke momentarily as I felt the invasion of his dick. <br><br> I curled my one leg around his waist and grabbed at his arms for leverage. His hips hit against me firmly, driving to the hilt where his open zipper dug against my sensitive pussy and mound. His hands were holding my ass as he steadily drove himself inside me. We stopped kissing, my head falling to his shoulder and hearing him grunt deeply in my ear. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks and SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> God, this was so fucking hot. Despite willing it to be an orgy, there was no other obvious sex happening beside me, but people were noticing the unsubtle co-mingling of our bodies and the way we moved against it other. It was not dancing. And they were watching. I wondered if they could smell us. I couldn't help but smile at the eye contact. <<else>> Shit. Despite willing it to be an orgy, there was no other obvious sex happening beside me, but people were noticing the unsubtle co-mingling of our bodies and the way we moved against it other. It was not dancing. And they were watching. Inches away from us, I wondered if they could smell it. I felt so embarassed. Thank god for being drunk. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> The suddenness, openness of this hit some mental button. His fly was ramming the button between my legs and feeling his dick driving deep into my core was the final button I needed, clutching to him and barely able to keep my footing as I was quickly losing my mind, cumming on his cock. I didn't have to keep quiet, thanks to the music, just letting me fully enjoy my rippling orgasm as he beat against me. <</if>> <br><br> The song wasn't over <<linkexpand "by the time...">> by the time his fingers dug into my ass, holding me still as he began to spew his semen deep inside me. I heard his deep, long and guttural enjoyment while his cock muscle spasmed within me. We definitely weren't dancing now, not moving at all as he held me close and emptied into me. <<restoreLook>><<outfit club>> <<cumSpray pussy2 thighs1>> <br><br> Slowly, he pulled his tender cock out of me once he was done, feeling the head pop free and the thick flow of jizz following it, onto the bare floor, down my thighs and some hitting my foot in my heel. <br><br> He smiled at me, his chest heaving as his hand moved himself back inside his pants. It was the first time I was seeing his face, meeting the guy who I had just fucked. Very average, very young. Maybe a freshman. I couldn't tell and we couldn't quite talk right now. <br><br> Despite the drunkenness there was the flush of awkwardness now that we realized we'd let our lizard brains take over like that. He gave me a last, perfunctory peck on my lips and let me go. My other foot dropped and I felt some more of his load seep from me. And then he smiled weakly and turned back to the show. <br><br> I needed to clean up. I wasn't about to keep partying left in this filled and flowing state. Already a mess, I didn't bother with a waddle, I just pushed my way through the crowd and out into the rush of cool air outside. Luckily it was dark enough that I certainly was obviously streaked down my legs, but it could have been sweat, or my arousal...or yeah, cum. <br><br><br> Most people were still out partying, so I went mostly unseen back into [[my dorm|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Rando at Beta" M "Rando at Beta" "And that's how I lost my virginity...randomly on my first night at school." "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Push away and just enjoy the fun that had happened? <<contents>> <<set $UN.badEnd = true>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<addBody "Date raped by a Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<Stats Easy -->> <<face angry>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wears Bras or Underwear">> Nuh-uh, buddy. I broke the kiss and moved from his pleadingly grasping grip. My lizard brain was yelling at me, my inhibitions so low and the energy of having all these people partying around me were extra intoxicating, but I wasn't interested in just hooking up like that. I didn't even know his name or what he looked like. <br><br> I shifted far enough away that I felt alone again and got back into the next random rap song. I couldn't help but laugh and smile -- no wonder this guy had fallen into obscurity -- the music felt so dated, and yeah some of it was catchy, but it wasn't like impressive writing or music. I wondered what it had cost these guys to have him show up and put on this show. <br><br> And then the set was over, goodnight MC Vanilla. People cheered and hooted. There was a tone to it though that felt offensive, like he was the joke. He left gracefully and then some playlist took over, probably one of the brother's turning it on to keep the night going. <br><br> Almost instantly, there was a deep breath of relief as people filtered out of the house quickly. I knew the air outside wasn't cold, but it felt massively refreshing as it flowed in replacing the hot bodies that were leaving. I didn't feel in any rush to join all the others and here was probably just as good a place to party as anywhere else, so I moved back over to the 'bar' for a refreshed drink. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Fuckin' funny, right?"<</speech>> The 'bartender' had a mop of curly brown hair and a stained, sweaty polo that wasn't hiding that he'd been hitting the alcohol hard while he was at school. Probably a Junior or Senior, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Couldn't believe he did parties like that. You having fun? Let me get you a new drink."<</speech>> He took the cup from me and began making me a new one, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I mean, I'd //heard// about Vanilla Ice, but I thought--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"He was dead, right?"<</speech>> I laughed, he grinned charmingly, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"So what's your name?"<</speech>> He motioned me away from the bar and we moved together into the dwindling crowd and calming party. It was moving towards the more typical house party kind of format as everyone else was leaving for the next hottest place to be. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Cute name."<</speech>> I took a big swallow of the punch. Fuck that was refreshing. Had ice in it, didn't taste as sickeningly sweet with the gag-inducing backsplash of vodka. He could definitely make a drink. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"So you a Freshman?"<</speech>> I nodded, thirsty and needing to cool down, swigging the cup dry, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Going to rush?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I dunno, haven't really decided."<</speechPC>> He smiled and brushed a thumb over my upper lip, cleaning off some of the red juice that had collected. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Want another?"<</speech>> He motioned me back, not towards the bar but into the actual house, up some stairs, helping me a bit as I wobbled from my drunkenness. Was I think drunk earlier? <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"I think you should rush. You're super cute. You'd do well."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wow, um, thanks."<</speechPC>> We were in his room, he guided me to the foot of his bed as he brought out a bottle of Jack and a 16 ounce Coke. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Scout's honor."<</speech>> He held up two fingers and sat down beside me. His weight added to the bed, I fell back with a giggle, my head felt so heavy. <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"You okay?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just didn't realize I was this drunk. Maybe...I shouldn't have another..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Course. No worries. Here, let's get you comfortable."<</speech>> <br> He reached down, hand sliding slowly along my legs to undo the straps of my heels. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Wow, you have amazing legs."<</speech>> <</if>> He popped one heel off, then the <<linkexpand "other...">> <<feet>> other, his free hand stroking and squeezing my bare thighs and calves. <br> <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> I scooted back on the bed, body crying out for sleep and he smiled at me, moving up slightly with me as I curled up slightly. <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Gonna sleep like that? Here..."<</speech>> And I smiled, lifting my arms as he pulled the <<linkexpand "dress...">> <<upper>> dress over my head and my vision started to get a bit hazy, feeling and watching his hands working over my body. <br><br><br> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Oh wow."<</speech>> He smiled, seeing my bare tits, guiding me onto my back. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> His eyes dropped lower to my lack of underwear, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Oh, you came ready."<</speech>> <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]],"<</speech>> He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <<else>> Then he was lifting my hips, pulling my <<linkexpand "underwear...">> <<panties>> underwear down my legs and flicking them on the floor. <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]],"<</speech>> He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> He lifted my shoulders, unclasping my <<linkexpand "bra...">> <<bra>> bra and I lifted my arms again, helping him get it off. <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>> His eyes dropped lower to my lack of underwear, <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"Oh, you came ready."<</speech>> <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]],"<</speech>> He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <<else>> Then he was lifting my hips, pulling my <<linkexpand "underwear...">> <<panties>> underwear down my legs and flicking them on the floor. <br> <<speech "Beta Bartender">>"[[There we go|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]],"<</speech>> He stroked a hand over my cheek and into my hair. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Or Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> Okay. Yeah, wasn't really feeling the combination of alcohol, frat energy //and// a cartoon rap song. It was easy enough to bop to, but...weird. With <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> nowhere to be found, I realized I was getting more focused attention from the guys -- brothers and not -- because I was a girl, alone and inebriated. I wasn't interested in having my first night out at college be stereotypical. And bad. <br><br> I began edging my way from the center of the Nilla Ice dance party, <<speech "Frat Guy">>"Hey, where you goin' beb?"<</speech>> The person that was close to me, pressing against me, wasn't accidental. It was a guy. I felt like engaging was the wrong way to get away, so I kept moving, his hands grabbed at my hips, <<speech "Guy">>"Got a dance partner right here."<</speech>> Welcome to college, <<print $CC.name>>. I squirmed, twisting my shoulders and hips, using the shift of the crowd as an assist and I was away. I didn't even glance back to see what he looked like, happy enough to have gotten away. I shouldered my way out with renewed vigor. I felt hands grabbing at me as I passed, some probably trying the same thing as Mr. Dance Partner, while others were just taking the opportunity as it literally passed them by. <br><br> Gross. <br><br> And then I was free. Feeling the cool night air beginning to wick away the sweat of the over-packed party inside. I wobbled a bit, having less stimuli to hide how feeling it I really was. I guess I'd chosen the right time to get out and away. At the sidewalk, I looked back, considering <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and if I had just abandoned her. But she'd kinda abandoned me. Did that make it right? <br><br> I looked down Frat Row, all of them alit with variations of black light, LED, flashing with the intoxicating energy of a house party and they all vied for our attention and participation. Solo girl heading back out for something else, something a bit less ridiculous than a TMNT-rap slinging aging artist? Not worth it. <br><br><br> I turned, heading back to the freshman dorm and dropped into [[my bed|UN002 - FirstNightEnd]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $UN.badEnd == true>> <<face hurt1>> My memory is hazy from that moment on. <br><br> I remember flashes of his naked body ontop of me, lit by the red color of a beside lava lamp. <br><br> I remember waking up at some point and rushing, naked to a bathroom to vomit. <br><br> I remember him helping me clean up and bringing me back to pass out in his bed. <br><br> I remember how much my head hurt in the morning. How I felt sore and sticky from fucking. <<cumSpray pussy2>> <br><br> I had gotten back to my room by the time my recollections really seemed to form, and <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s <<linkexpand "bed was still empty.">> bed was still empty. <<outfit default>> <br><br><br> I skipped my classes the next day feeling absolutely destroyed. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>And I had to run to the clinic as soon as possible.<</if>> <br><br> I had gotten the full college freshman experience, that first night. <br><br> It was the entire freshman class let all their pent up expectations and excitement of college -- and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat -- all exploding into one massive party. <br><br><br> And then, we started actually going to <<if $HS.LDR == true>>[[college|UN003 - Boyfriend]].<<else>>[[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]].<</if>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Rando at Beta" M "Rando at Beta" "And that's how I lost my virginity. I wish I hadn't waited for it to simply be...taken. That I had made a proactive choice sooner, but too late now." "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $UN.hookupEnd == true>> My thighs were having trouble moving against each other by the time I made it to my floor, stickiness instead of lubrication. <br><br><br> I pulled the dress <<linkexpand "over my head...">> <<outfit naked>> over my head and flung it beside the bed, seeing some worrying blotches that might become stains...I'd need to wash that ASAP. I grabbed a towel, <<linkexpand "loosely wrapped it around myself...">> <<outfit towel>> loosely wrapped it around myself and quickly strode down the hallway <<linkexpand "to the shared bathrooms.">> to the shared bathrooms. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> My ears rang from the music. My head felt heavy from the drinking. I couldn't believe I had just hooked up like that, just a quick little fuck with some guy I didn't know at all in the middle of a party. On my first night. It was such a Freshman cliche. <br><br> I sighed, hand slowly working between my legs as I cleaned and tried to let the hot water relax me and let me get over my hangup. I probably stayed in there for half an hour before forcing myself to turn off the water and <<linkexpand "head back to my room.">> head back to my room. <<outfit default>> <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> wasn't back yet, bed still made from this morning. I hoped she was still rocking it out as I climbed into my bed, feeling the hardness of the mattress and realizing I better get used to the industrial lack of comfort. <br><br> The state of my brain made sleep come easily, but not a good sleep. I woke with a start in the middle of the night. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s bed was still empty and it made me worry, but what else could I do. Did I ask her in the morning? I hoped I'd see her in the morning. <br><br> Hoping that round two of sleep would be better than one, my head plopped back on the pillow and I searched for rest. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>Of course by now my senses were back and my brain was going Mach ten trying to work out what to do if the University clinic wasn't open tomorrow. Or how to time it with my schedule. I had been such an idiot.<</if>> <br><br><br> It was the entire freshman class let all their pent up expectations and excitement of college -- and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat -- all exploding into one massive party. <br><br><br> And then, we started actually going to <<if $HS.LDR == true>>[[college|UN003 - Boyfriend]].<<else>>[[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]].<</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The state of my brain made sleep come easily, but not a good sleep. I woke with a start in the middle of the night. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>'s bed was still empty and it made me worry, but what else could I do. Did I ask her in the morning? I hoped I'd see her in the morning. <br><br> Hoping that round two of sleep would be better than one, my head plopped back on the pillow and I searched for rest. <br><br> An early end to my first night and first foray to the Frat scene. It was the entire freshman class let all their pent up expectations and excitement of college -- and the Upper Classmen's excitement of fresh meat -- all exploding into one massive party. My roommate had enjoyed more of it than I had, but I had my own memories, learnings and bearings for future nights out. No need to go crazy from the starting gun. <br><br><br> The next morning, anyway, we started actually going to <<if $HS.LDR == true>>[[college|UN003 - Boyfriend]].<<else>>[[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]].<</if>> <</if>>
<<shake>><<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>><</call>><</shake>> I awoke to the brightness of my phone. And their name. <<shake>><<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>><</call>><</shake>> Fuck. They were calling me. <<shake>><<call $HS.firstRelationship.name>><</call>><</shake>> Fuck! My head hurt. I didn't want to deal with this right now. <<speechPC>>"Hello?"<</speechPC>> I put on as groggy a voice as I could manage. <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Morning beautiful."<</speech>> Were they //trying// to make me feel guilty? ''Should'' I feel guilty? I was in college. I was supposed to be having fun. So I had been having fun. <<speechPC>>"What's up. I'm like, still asleep."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"How was your first night? Didn't hear from you."<</speech>> Was that jealousy? Worry? Fear? Anger? <<speechPC>>"Good. Feeling it today."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Whatcha get up to?"<</speech>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name == "Rando at Beta" || body.name == "Date raped by a Beta")>> Immediately, I was feeling the cock inside me again. The pleasure. How different it was...that I liked it in a way. Did I like it because it //was// someone else? <br><br> My hand dipped between my legs, recounting what I could remember. Being filled up-- <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"You there?"<</speech>> Fuck, I'd been just thinking and not saying anything. Had I missed something they'd said? <<speechPC>>"Yep. Sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"You okay?"<</speech>> Well, my pussy was wet. Shit. Was that cum? Both? <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Too much."<</speechPC>> I laughed. They were silent. Did they think I meant something else? I'd been true. Fuck. Okay, too much for my brain right now. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Gotta get to class. I'm probably late. Thanks for waking me."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Love you."<</speech>> All I could manage was air kisses and a quick call-end. <br><br> Fuck. <br><br> Was I gonna be able to manage them //and// not feel like I had to be a reclusive these next four years? <br><br> That was a future <<print $CC.name>> problem. Today <<print $CC.name>> had to worry about [[college|UN003 - CollegeFocus]].
<<outfit default>> <div id="root"> With great freedom came great responsibility. <br><br> It felt like the floodgates had opened and each day was brimming with possibilities. Sleep in? Where to eat? Hell, even showering or //going// //to// //class// were options. Options. Fuck. Was this what 'real life' was going to be like? <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> And with all those options came waves of anxiety: Making the wrong decision, not having enough information to ''make'' a decision. It could paralyze you. It paralyzed me at times. And these were mundane choices, not ones that had massive, world-altering (or me-altering) repercussions. <br><br> <</if>> Yet, with enough input from others, a few 'plus and minus' columns and sitting with my emotions for long enough, I came to a satisfying conclusion. <br><br><br> <div id="focus"> College, for me, was my opportunity to: <<crossroads #focus>> <<path $HS.LDR == false>> ''Play the field'' and have fun. You only get college once. Then the real stuff begins. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sex = "">> <<set $UN.test -->> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I had never been confronted with so many options of people. And the 'crop' churned every year. I understood the reason why the fresh meat moniker was used each Fall when a new class came in. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A sock hanging on a dorm room door handle <<image framed "passage/UN003-SockOnDoorHandle.png">> */ It may not have been the most 'productive' use of my time, but it sure was fun. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> wasn't as keen on how often I left the door locked (or forgot and she walked in on me in the act, or them post-coital), but it gave me an excuse to kick them out if I needed one. And it only came with a firm admonishment and reminder that she needed the room too from time to time. <br><br> By and large, I preferred to pull my partners... <<crossroads #root>> <<path>> From ''parties''. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sex = 'party'>> <<Stats Discipline -= 2>> <br> When I showed up, I was already being thought of as a potential fuck, so I leaned into that advantage. It made it easy when everyone's intentions were on the table. Inhibitions were lower, there was the press and heat of bodies, and the undercurrent of everyone needing a release. The dance floor was a perfect place for foreplay, and being in a public location made it easy to get away from someone that maybe didn't quite meet my needs at the moment. /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand groping a woman's chest over her little black dress <<image framed "passage/UN003-HandGropingChest.png">> */ It was easy, it was simple, it was //why// they were being thrown. I mean, come on. <br><br> Oh, and there were parties all. the. time. <br><br> Speaking of [[parties|UN003 - GreekRush]]... <<path>> Off ''dating apps''. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "apps">> <br> I could do it on the toilet. I could do it in bed. I could do it as a distraction from other things. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. <br><br> It was so much fun to be able to flirt with no fear and to be in absolute control. Sure, the un-requested dick pics were gross. And by it being private meant people were incredibly gross. It was fine. Just a simple swipe away. Wiped away. /* IMAGE (Needed): Represenation of a dating app. <<image framed "passage/UN003-DatingApp.png">> */ I got to be picky, exclusive and show myself in my best light. <br><br> And it gave me the flexibility to get laid when needed and focus on other giant college time sinks [[like|UN003 - GreekRush]]... <<path $CC.clique == "Nerd">> From online ''chat rooms''. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "online">> <br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A chat room on a computer screen. <<image framed "passage/UN003-ChatRoom.png">> */ Text was great for hiding. And flirting. And letting our minds meet. I got to know a person through their words (and hopefully no abbreviations). <br><br> ASL led to my bed, but they had to pass the tests. I didn't have to wade through the haze of too loud parties or the sea of dick pics. I kept my reasonable mind together rather than let drinking and drugs ruin my inhibition and bring on regret. <br><br> Sure, they could be pretending (most were), but I enjoyed the hunt as I tried to figure out who they really were first. And it meant I didn't have to me entirely honest either. <br><br> Best of all? If I wasn't in the mood or had something else calling for [[my attention|UN003 - GreekRush]], I could just hit the X. <</crossroads>> <<blocked>> $CC.name has a Long-Distance Relationship <<path $HS.LDR == false>> Pick up my ''M-R-S Degree''. Where else would I have such a ready bevvy of options for who to settle down with. Grab a good one early. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<set $UN.sex = "dating">> There were //so// many guys. And any one of them could be mine. Could be my soulmate. /* IMAGE (Needed): Engagement ring. <<image framed "passage/UN003-EngagementRing.png">> */ Or simply just be a fantastic selection from the shitty options back home. Sons of lawyers, doctors...future business tycoons...I salivated. <br><br> College wasn't really designed for the 'settle down' mindset, so it took extra work to hook them. <br><br><br> One of the [[best tools|UN003 - GreekRush]] was right at hand, though. <<blocked>> $CC.name has a Long-Distance Relationship <<path>> Hunker down. Learn. ''Attend classes''. Do the 'intended' college thing. <<contents>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "study">> Parties were all essentially the same: just a bunch of horny kids getting blasted and hooking up and then regretting it the next morning as they puked into the porcelain. /* IMAGE (Needed): A stack of textbooks and a laptop on a desk <<image framed "passage/UN003-TextbooksLaptop.png">> */ No. Thanks. <br><br> I'd party when I wanted, but that wasn't ''why'' I was here. They'd all have bigger regrets on their minds in a couple years and I had my eyes on the long game. <br><br><br> Studying had it's downsides though. It was very insulating. I wondered if [[Rush|UN003 - GreekRush]] was going to be the right move so I didn't end up a shut-in. <<path>> Socialize. ''Make friends''. from the wide assortment of people populating the campus. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $UN.sex = "friend">> Frisbee on the quad. Laying out with a book. Being available and open and enjoying the beautiful campus that was provided us. /* IMAGE (Needed): Students sitting on the grass on a college campus, playing frisbee. Quad activities. <<image framed "passage/UN003-FrisbeeOnQuad.png">> */ Chilling in the Dining Hall, joining some clubs and not rushing out of class but connecting with my classmates. There were so many people around, it was worth my time to make friends -- who knows who could end up being important in my life. <br><br><br> Speaking of which, [[Rush|UN003 - GreekRush]] was about to start. That's certainly one way to finding friends. <</crossroads>> <br> Who knew who would make an impact on my life? </div> </div>
One of the craziest things about college was how we had all barely arrived -- hadn't even received syllabi from our courses -- and already we were feeling massive pressure to make a four year decision: Greek or GDI (God-Damn-Independent). /* IMAGE (Needed): Sorority Rush flyers plastered on a dorm room wall <<image framed "passage/UN003-RushFlyersOnWall.png">> */ Rushing a sorority would provide access to the best of parties, built-in apparatus to help in school or any activity I took part in, a ready-made network available to me after college, 'friends' handed to me on a silver platter. Definitely silver. It would put a label on my chest indicating //exactly// the kind of girl that I was, and expected to be. Expectations, responsibilities, rules and regulations -- that was the trade. Hours of volunteering, and of course, the hazing that wasn't said, but definitely done. Oh, and you had to get in. I'd have to impress //girls// and make them want me enough when there was zero downside to turning me down. <br><br> College kids were already proving to be highly critical. Whether or not I decided to rush, I felt the need to ensure I looked pitch-perfect. Maybe I'd drop by the [[hair salon|Hair Salon]] before subjecting my appearance to more scrutiny. <br><br> On the other hand, there was the freedom of being an independent. There was almost a 'holier than thou' attitude, stronger than any Greek bond by those who didn't partake. Life would be easier, less structured, and hell, I was a girl. I could get into any party I wanted to because I had a vagina. I could make friends on my own and there was something ancient and not aged in the 'good wine' kind of way about the whole Greek concept. And hazing rituals. Eff that. <br><br> But literally, by the end of the first week, if a decision hadn't been made, you were relegated to the non-Rush crowd. There was no way back in. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was doing it. She said she wasn't sure if she'd actually join if offered, but wanted to keep her toes in the water. <br><br> <div id="greek"> <<crossroads #greek>> <<path>> ''Rush''? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $UN.test -->> <<set $UN.rush = true>> <<face happy>> <br><br> I said, fuck it. I wanted the options and support from like-minded individuals. There was also a sick inner part of me that was curious what the sorority I joined would say about me -- a kind of mirror held up to the woman I'd become. <br><br> I'd looked at my reflection enough at this point. This is how I'd <<linkexpand "look.">> look. <br><br> So, the next weeks were spent dressed to the nines, make-up on point at every moment of every day as we all knew we were being judged, not just when we were crammed in together in some house, but also in class; walking through campus; at the gym. <br><br><br> Their eyes were [[everywhere|UN003 - Round1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Or ''nah''? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $UN.rush = false>> <br><br> No. Thank. You. I did not want to spend any amount of time catering to the whims and needy emotional vacuums that were these sorority chicks. I was also (maybe afraid) but not wanting any sort of self-awareness levied simply by who chose to have me in their ranks. I did not want to be reduced to the 'try Delts, every one else has' or similar, gross monikers. I didn't need the label. Didn't need the 'friends'. Certainly didn't need the stress. <br><br> I watched the rest of the chickens running around with their heads cut off, touching up their makeup religiously, always in their best outfits and in a state of constant anxiety. Yeah. <br><br><br>I was very glad to be [[away|UN004 - GreekLyfe]] from Greek Life. <</crossroads>> That was the question. </div>
/* TODO (ZACH): make selection more immersive - UX already improved so 0.5+ probably */ <div id="root"> <<if $UN.rushed.length gt 0>> <<include "UN003 - Round1 - PART - final">> <<else>> Cute little sun dress, a neutral and simple palette of make-up and the first round began. Each house had their own (very similar, but //unique// of course) greeting with far too many girls piled into the entryway and singing their song, or riffing on Ariana Grande and Bad Bunny with their own (so clever!) lyrics. It was an attempt to win us over ostensibly, but it wasn't hard to see it for what it was: aren't we so cute? don't you want to be one of us? Less selling them and more holding themselves up on a pedestal or in a trophy case to be admired and fawned over. <br><br> It //was// incredible at how uniform they all felt. Each house had its own vibe of girl. And not just the colors -- it was a given that they'd all dress up in the same shirts, or their statement pieces had the same hue, there were some black sheep or odd one's out, but I heard that was due to legacy or hometown preferences. There was even one house where literally every girl seemed to have the same exact blonde tone to her hair. <br><br><br> House to house we went in our own little clutch, where we all felt like show ponies being presented to other show ponies. After each little vignette was complete, the girls would scream and we would enter the house to pearly smiles, hand shakes and inane conversation. The same questions over and over again, and each girl doing such a fantastic job making me feel like I was their favorite, most desired pledge. <br><br> It was like speed dating within speed dating. We only had a set amount of time at each house, so we had to maximize it, but each interaction had its own unknown timer as well. Spend too much time with one girl and you'd be a nobody to the rest -- better have made a damn good impression for her to vouch for you; spend too little time and you'd be forgotten and probably have offended her. And then there was the actual dating: the posturing and sussing out whether or not we were a fit. Was I someone they envisioned themselves as? Someone they //wanted// to be? <br><br> There was an undercurrent of competitive sports -- would their draft picks raise their standings this year or relegate them to a lower tier of elite-ness? <br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A college aged woman smiling <<image framed "passage/UN003-SororityRush.png">> */ I was exhausted by the end of it. My cheeks hurt. My feet throbbed. I was out of tissues that I'd used to dab away the sweat that wouldn't stop beading on my skin. I had heard so, so many names. Thank god we were allowed to keep little notepads, but god forbid if I had used them while actually having a conversation. So, I had jotted illegible notes in the minute or two walk between houses and now referenced them, trying to refresh myself and make some sort of game plan. <br><br><br> <<link "Who were my top choices to rush?">> <<replace #root>> <<include "UN003 - Round1 - PART - final">> <</replace>> <</link>> <</if>> </div>
<<scrollIntoView>> <<if $UN.rushed.length gt 0 >> <<paperscrap>> So, my top three were: <ul> <<for _i, _rushName range $UN.rushed>> <li>_rushName</li> <</for>> <<if $UN.rushed.length < 2>> <li>...</li> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.length < 3>> <li>...</li> <</if>> </ul> <</paperscrap>> <</if>> <<for _i, _rushName range setup.rushOptions>> <<if $UN.rushed.length gte 3>> And that's who I'd focus on. Now to see which ones wanted //me//. <br><br> It felt like I had a chip stuck in my throat for the next week as we waited to receive our invitations. In [[the mail|UN003 - Round2]]. With calligraphy. <<break>> <</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes(_rushName)>> <<switch _rushName>> <<case "XO">> <h4>ΧΩ -- Chi Omega</h4> /* IMAGE (Needed): Chi Omega sorority house exterior <<image framed "passage/UN003-ChiOmegaHouse.png">> */ Brunettes and salon highlights that seemed focused on finding their 'man'. Not the hardest of partiers. Yet they struck me to be like those Moms growing up that had a bottle of vodka and pills ready for every occasion while keeping the perfect exterior. Meredith was a no-nonsense and incredibly short girl whose dry humor really drew me in. She loved disturbing movies and had all the gossip. There was a sense of insecurity about her, despite the mask of strength. <<case "DDD">> <h4>ΔΔΔ -- Delta Delta Delta</h4> /* IMAGE (Needed): Tri Delta sorority house exterior <<image framed "passage/UN003-TriDeltaHouse.png">> */ Probably the most well known sorority of all time, movies, television, they were everywhere. Seemed like blonde was the rules. And small. Meticulous and uniform beauty and an air of daddy's girls that would probably end up either being trophy wives or running some high-powered business. Mary was a sweet girl that seemed overly concerned with her weight, even though she had an //incredible// body and an adorable face and bobbed (natural!) blonde hair. She was bubbly and kind and had a surprising desire to go try Broadway. <<case "KKG">> <h4>ΚΚΓ -- Kappa Kappa Gamma</h4> /* IMAGE (Needed): Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority house exterior <<image framed "passage/UN003-KappaKappaGammaHouse.png">> */ A cute smattering of pretty much everything. Which made me wonder if it was the back-up house for the girls that didn't get into Tri Delt, Chi O, Kappa Delta...or if it was the ones that didn't want to deal with all that bullshit. Lyndsey had vivid red hair and a strange duality to her -- at once vapid and somewhere else, and then present and incredibly intelligent. Her bellybutton piercing hung low on her bare stomach and glinted in the light as she made derisive comments about the other potential pledges in my group. <<case "KD">> <h4>ΚΔ -- Kappa Delta</h4> /* IMAGE (Needed): Kappa Delta sorority house exterior <<image framed "passage/UN003-KappaDeltaHouse.png">> */ The party girls. And you saw it in their eyes and skin: tired under the make-up and thin from dehydration. But they knew how to have a good time and didn't seem to have the energy for the social pettiness. You just had to go hard. Alyssa had a rawness to her voice from screaming...last night? every night? She swigged water like beer and had a general air of 'gives zero fucks'. <<case "DZ">> <h4>ΔΖ -- Delta Zeta</h4> /* IMAGE (Needed): Delta Zeta sorority house exterior <<image framed "passage/UN003-DeltaZetaHouse.png">> */ It didn't take rumors or stories to tell me all I needed to know about this house. They were nice, they were kind, they were //real//. They were the girls that wanted to be in sororities but were relegated out but wouldn't take the L. Christen and I bonded over eye-rolls about the other house's behavior, and I was impressed by her being on the Student Advisory Board. A real go-getter. <<case "ADP">> <h4>ΑΔΠ -- Alpha Delta Pi</h4> /* IMAGE (Needed): Alpha Delta Pi sorority house exterior <<image framed "passage/UN003-AlphaDeltaPiHouse.png">> */ Sweet, hospitable group of girls that seemed like the more reserved and restrained version of their XO brethren. They maintained the appearance and the substance behind it. Also behind it was silent judgment. I had a nice time with a girl from the South named Shelly that always had crazy, but fun stories. <</switch>> <br><br> Add <<capture _rushName>> <<link _rushName `passage()`>> <<run $UN.rushed.push(_rushName)>> <</link>> to the list? <</capture>> <br><br> <</if>> <</for>>
<<set _failedHouses = []>> <<run $UN.rushed.pushUnique("DZ")>><<set $UN.DZ = 1>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("DDD")>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value lt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<set $UN.DDD = 1>> <<else>> <<run $UN.rushed.delete("DDD")>> <<run _failedHouses.push("DDD")>> <<set $UN.DDD = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("KD")>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<set $UN.KD = 1>> <<else>> <<run $UN.rushed.delete("KD")>> <<run _failedHouses.push("KD")>> <<set $UN.KD = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("XO")>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set $UN.XO = 1>> <<else>> <<run $UN.rushed.delete("XO")>> <<run _failedHouses.push("XO")>> <<set $UN.XO = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("KKG")>><<set $UN.KKG = 1>><</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includes("ADP")>><<set $UN.ADP = 1>><</if>> It was odd going to my mailbox. They still had a Post Office on campus and...people used it? It was a very busy day at the Post Office, and the clientele exclusively female for some weird reason. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A post office box with a small metal door slightly ajar <<image framed "passage/UN003-PostOfficeBox.png">> */ I had to find my number and pull open the small metal door <<linkexpand "to reveal my Greek fate.">> to reveal my Greek fate. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.DDD gte 1>> The triple-Ds were raised on the bone-color, richly-made envelope that came with my invitation from Mary. I'd made round two with Tri Delt! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $UN.KD gte 1>> I was surprised to see how impressive the letter from Kappa Delta was -- they didn't give off the 'money' vibe, but the invitation from Alyssa wasn't cheap. I'd made it to round two with KD! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $UN.XO gte 1>> Austere and simple -- almost wedding invitation-like -- came the letter from Meredith. I'd made it to round two with XO! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $UN.ADP gte 1>> At first I thought I had just gotten mail. Who sent me actual mail? The card inside had a rooster on it. A rooster? I flipped it open and found a beautiful and deep handwritten note from Shelly (including an in-joke about some stain we had found at the house together). I'd made it to round two with ADPi! <br><br> <</if>> <<if $UN.KKG gte 1>> Lyndsey had sent her invitation in the official Panhellenic stationary of Kappa Kappa Gamma. It was a quick, but cute little note. I had made it to round two with KKG! <br><br> <</if>> I wasn't //too// surprised to see the invitation from Christen, but the card was painstakingly crafted. I bet it had taken a couple drafts and felt immensely personal. I'd made it to round two with DZ! <br><br> <<if _failedHouses.length>> <br> I didn't hear from <<= _failedHouses.join(', ')>>. Nothing. __Not a word__. Talk about being iced. <br><br> <<if _failedHouses.length gt 2 && $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> Are. You. Fucking. //Kidding//. Me?! Being relegated like this wasn't <<shake 2s>>fair<</shake>>! It took all my will to keep pressing forward and not just hole up in my room, crying and wondering what that said about me. <<elseif _failedHouses.length gt 3>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face shock>> Are. You. Fucking. //Kidding//. Me?! It took all my will to keep pressing forward and not just hole up in my room, crying and wondering what that said about me. <</if>> <br> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.length === 4>> <br> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face shock>> I'd been invited back by my full list. That was a ''rare'' event and I kept it to myself, especially at all the houses. <br><br> <</if>> House tours, skits, songs and speeches were up next before the Preferences and Bids were finalized and I'd officially be a sorority chick. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was pleased that she had been invited back to KKG and ADPi. I brought up DZ and she smiled kindly and rolled her eyes. I wondered if DZ cut anyone after the first round. <br><br> <div id="present"> It was such a long day. And knowing that I was under the microscope, I had gone all in to try and present myself: <<crossroads #present>> <<path>> How I felt would ''best fit'' in at each house? <<contents>> <<set $UN.present = "fake">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A chameleon blending into its surroundings <<image framed "passage/UN003-Chameleon.png">> */ I'd be a chameleon! Colors shifting and code switching throughout the day as I mirrored and mimicked my way to glory. I hoped I wouldn't be subsuming my actual identity and getting lost in the process. <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Dating">> <<path>> As a ''party girl''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.present = "slut">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl talking excitedly, maybe with a memory or speech bubble showing two people having sex <<image framed "passage/UN003-PartyGirl.png">> */ I'd tell the best stories I could. Parties, clubs, hookups. The craziest stories I knew had happened. Whether they happened to me or not, but //happened//. I'd be a girl everyone wanted me around, if only for the experience of knowing me. <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Dating">> <<path>> As a ''smart girl''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.present = "smart">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl in glasses wearing a cap and gown proudly. <<image framed "passage/UN003-SmartGirl.png">> */ I'd be the girl that you wanted as an alumnus. The connection everyone wanted to have. I was the rising star, the cream of the student crop. <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Dating">> <<path>> Exactly as ''I was''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.present = "me">> Why bullshit. I'd be accepted for who I was or not at all. <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Dating">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<div id="BF"> Greek society was a social landscape. I knew I was going to be asked about my relationship status. I knew that it mattered, but I didn't know who it mattered to, if it mattered enough to lie. Was single good? Taken? Someone here? Someone from home? It felt like a gamble whichever way I sliced it. <br><br> <<crossroads #BF>> <<path>> Being taken gave me mystique and value. I'd tell them I had someone special. <<contents>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set $UN.XO ++>> <<set $UN.KD -= 2>> <<set $UN.DZ ++>> <<set $UN.ADP ++>> <<set $UN.KKG -->> I //was// solid. Dependable. Definitely not some loose partygirl. And it felt good to stay true to <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> in words as well. <<else>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $UN.DDD -->> <<set $UN.KD -= 3>> <<set $UN.DZ -->> <<set $UN.ADP ++>> <<set $UN.KKG -->> I wanted to feel solid, dependable and not like some loose girl. It wasn't true, but how could they check? <</if>> <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Appearance">> <<path>> Being taken sounded like I wouldn't be interesting and fun. I'd tell them I was single. <<contents>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $UN.DDD -->> <<set $UN.KD += 2>> <<set $UN.DZ -->> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> I wanted to look fun. It hurt me to deny <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, but the white lie wasn't cheating. <<else>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $UN.KD += 2>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> I //was// there for fun. I could attend anything, easy, no strings. <</if>> <br><br> <<include "UN003 - Round2_Appearance">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="wearing"> One appearance down, now I had to carefully select what I was going to wear in attendance: <<crossroads #wearing>> <<path>> Something ''fun''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.clothes = "fun">> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> <<set $UN.DDD ++>> <<set $UN.DZ ++>> <<set $UN.XO ++>> <<set $UN.KD ++>> <<set $UN.ADP -->> <<outfit sundress>> Yeah. Did a little spin in front of the mirror and with an excited hug, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I hopped out of the dorm and to our prospective [[sisterhoods|UN003 - HouseTours]]. <<path>> Something that ''showed me off''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.clothes = "show">> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> <<set $UN.DZ -= 2>> <<set $UN.XO -->> <<set $UN.KD += 2>> <<set $UN.ADP -->> <<outfit soroslut>> Yeah. Did a little spin in front of the mirror and with an excited hug, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I hopped out of the dorm and to our prospective [[sisterhoods|UN003 - HouseTours]]. <<path>> Something ''cute''? <<contents>> <<set $UN.clothes = "cute">> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> <<set $UN.DDD ++>> <<set $UN.DZ += 2>> <<set $UN.XO ++>> <<set $UN.KD -->> <<set $UN.ADP ++>> <<outfit basejeans>> Yeah. Did a little spin in front of the mirror and with an excited hug, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I hopped out of the dorm and to our prospective [[sisterhoods|UN003 - HouseTours]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
When I arrived, I quickly saw exactly how my outfit choice stacked up: <<skillChecked "Clothes">> <<if $UN.clothes == "cute">> I wouldn't be standing out, that's for sure. It was a sea of summer dresses, good jeans and cute tops. But if this was the common choice, it had to be a good, safe choice. <<elseif $UN.clothes == "fun">> There were...dozens of us...showing off what we had without going too crazy. But we weren't the milquetoast jeans and cute tops or summer dresses. Bo-ring. <<elseif $UN.clothes == "show">> I was unique out of the girls as we made our way from the freshman dorm to Greek row. Welp. I'd //definitely// be standing out from the crowd. May have been more right for the Bid Night party than Round 2. Hell, they'd know they'd be getting a hot bitch, though. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<for _rushName range $UN.rushed>> <<switch _rushName>> <<case "KKG">> <<skillChecked "Presentation">> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Risky" "Learning" "Confident" "Performance" "Deception">> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> gave me a thumbs up and wink as she was pulled aside by her sponsor and I waited for Lyndsey. Eventually, she rolled out of the house with a smile, her jeans hugging her hips extremely low and fascinatingly tight, <<speech "Lyndsey">>"Hey girl."<</speech>> We headed inside where the girls put on a version of Cell Block Tango from Chicago, Lyndsey up front and center, wearing barely nothing and had an incredible set of pipes. And then she casually remained in the lingerie the remainder of the Tour, ass and tits essentially out and unabashed as she walked me around and introduced me to her other girls. <<speech "Lyndsey">>"And if you get sick, just drink. It kills the bacteria."<</speech>> A little nugget of wisdom from her. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> Lyndsey laughed, stunned but clearly impressed as I told her a story about being too drunk, giving head, vomiting, cleaning up quickly and getting right back to it, <<speech "Lyndsey">>"No quitter here,"<</speech>> with a fist bump. <<else>> <<set $UN.KKG -->> I think I might have gone overboard, using a story I'd heard about a girl -- me, of course -- getting her stomach pumped because she'd swallowed too much semen after giving head to guy after guy at a party. <<speech "Lyndsey">>So...the story's about you?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> Lyndsey and I dropped onto her bed, trading story after story about a crazy Saturday back home, then a Thursday. It wasn't so much a one-upsmanship and more like finding a kindred spirit. <<else>> <<set $UN.KKG -->> I don't think I had enough details for her, or they didn't come ready enough. Every tale of my party lifestyle got a 'mhm' and nod. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "smart">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gte 3>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> It took quite a bit before I got any reaction out of Lyndsey. At first I couldn't tell if it was her expressionless disposition, but then it all clicked when she was finally impressed -- she was just a fucking smart girl herself. Appearances aside, she cocked her head to the side with a, <<speech "Lyndsey">>"Huh. Might need to ask you for some help in my 200s."<</speech>> <<else>> GPA, no reaction. High school accolades, nada. Advanced classes. My intended major. Nothing seemed to phase her. Maybe it was her expressionless disposition or she was just a fucking smart cookie. Smarter than me. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "me">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> I could tell that Lyndsey jived with my open and casual attitude. I knew that we weren't supposed to drink, but she headed into the kitchen and popped a beer for both of us as we leaned against the island and just got to know each other. <<else>> <<speech "Lyndsey">>"Not really my bag, to be honest,"<</speech>> was a refrain for her during the time together. Each time it felt like a smack to my face, but her expressionless disposition remained unchanged. She and I didn't seem to align, but she was being...relatively...polite about it. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "fake">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> I felt like Aubrey Plaza. I //was// Aubrey and Lyndsey seemed to not only buy it, but really like me. We popped a beer in the kitchen when we weren't allowed to drink, we talked about sexual mistakes and hot parties. I even learned she was a pretty smart cookie. <<else>> <<set $UN.KKG -= 2>> Lyndsey did //not// seem enamored with the person that I came as. <<speech "Lyndsey">>"Uhuh,"<</speech>> was all I got when I spoke and I caught those unimpassioned eyes trying to read me whenever I returned eye contact. <</if>> <</if>> <<speech "Lyndsey">>"Bye girl."<</speech>> Those dead eyes, tight smile and a solid smack on my ass, Lyndsey brought my Round Two with KKG to a close. <br><br><br> <<case "DZ">> <<skillChecked "Presentation">> <<skillChecked "Deception" "Learning" "Performance">> I didn't see <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. I knew she had dismissed them when I brought them up, but she //had// been invited. Had I made a mistake attending Dee Zee? Didn't have long to worry about it because Christen rolled up, disarmingly, <<speech "Christen">>"Hey <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She leaned in conspiratorially, <<speech "Christen">>"We don't typically do this -- by the book and all -- but we're super excited you're here."<</speech>> She pulled away, waving her hands, <<speech "Christen">>"That's all I'm going to say. That's all."<</speech>> A giant grin on her face. And we went inside where Christen and a dozen of the other sisters did a cute a capella rendering of Edward Sharpe and the Zeros, "Home". They sounded good. Tight harmonies and well-practiced. And then it shifted into slideshow presentation as they discussed the charities they supported (a lot) and the academic support they offered (a ton). <br><br> Before we yawned too much, the long list of 'pros' ended with a gif of a baseball player sliding into home plate. Someone had done some photoshop and there was a DZ on the bag. It was pretty good. <br><br> Then Christen and I reunited and began the tour of the newest, youngest of the houses. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">> <<set $UN.DZ -->> Christen coughed after I finished the first of my planned stories. <<speech "Christen">>"Oh."<</speech>> Her eyes flicked back and forth as she processed and planned a response. It was measured, <<speech "Christen">>"Well, no judgment here! Did you have fun?"<</speech>> The smile was tight and there was some trepidation in her eyes. <<elseif $UN.present == "smart">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> There was a deep, throaty laugh. Her ample breasts bouncing as her chin lifted towards the ceiling, <<speech "Christen">>"Wow. You're //really// going to fit in here."<</speech>> She pulled me in close and squeezed me tight around my shoulders. The other girls smiled awkwardly but there were some daggers in the looks of the other prospects. <<else>> <<speech "Christen">>"You don't have to be someone you aren't, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Her hand felt warm and kind the back of mine. She smiled, her head turned in. It felt like a counselor or therapist. It also felt real. My eyes teared up a bit and I nodded. And dropped the act. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "me">> We had a great back and forth. It was sedate and comfortable. We found similarities easily and laughed off the differences. She patted my hand whenever there was a stutter in our patter, <<speech "Christen">>"Eh, no one will judge you here. You are you. That's all that matters."<</speech>> <<elseif $UN.present == "fake">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1|| $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>> I think she was massively confused. Her eyes alive with processing as we conversed. With each story and behavioral tic we moved away from easy conversation and into one where it was me talking and her raptly curious. I don't think she caught me out, but I don't know if it engendered me to her either. <<else>> <<set $UN.DZ -->> <<speech "Christen">>"You don't have to be someone you aren't, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Her hand felt warm and kind the back of mine. She smiled, her head turned in. It felt like a counselor or therapist. It also felt real. My eyes teared up a bit and I nodded. And dropped the act. <</if>> <</if>> <<speech "Christen">>"Hey."<</speech>> We were on our way out of the house and she stopped short, turning me towards her and drawing me close into a lovely hug. <<speech "Christen">>"Thanks for coming by."<</speech>> <br> <<case "XO">> <<skillChecked "Presentation">> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Risky" "Learning" "Performance" "Deception">> Meredith stood out front alongside her cohorts with a sign and my name, as if we were being picked up at the airport by a chauffeur, but each sign had images from social media -- cute and relatively emblematic of each of us. There was a bit of a hitch in my step when I saw the one from Prom Night. Man, that still brought back memories. <<speech "Meredith">>"Hey bitch."<</speech>> She gave me a hip bump and a devilish little smile as she ditched the poster board and led me inside. <<speech "Meredith">>"Welcome to Chi Ho."<</speech>> I wasn't sure whether to laugh or feel good or...what I was supposed to do. She was such an enigma. And in a fun way. <br><br> We dropped into an assembly of chairs and were presented with a funny little skit that lambasted the whole process. Stereotypes of each of the houses, of the typical sorority girl, the beleaguered prospect. We were rolling. <br><br> My abs hurt from laughter as Meredith collected me and whispered in my ear, <<speech "Meredith">>"My idea. Wrote that shit."<</speech>> And smacked my ass with a proud little smile before leading me through the house. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 4 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 5>> <<set $UN.XO ++>> We had made our way into her room. I had just finished off a true story of a recent night out and felt a little flush in my cheeks as I had laid bare some dirty details. <<speech "Meredith">>"Don't worry, <<print $CC.name>>. You're in good company. Far from the worst that I'd heard within these walls. You're in college. Have fun. Just...keep it quiet. At least don't let it escape the Chi Oh bubble. //That// could be bad."<</speech>> <<else>> <<set $UN.XO -->> I had just finished off the grisly details of an especially voluminous guy finishing. Meredith looked me square in the face as if double-checking something. <<speech "Meredith">>"You're...proud of this?"<</speech>> Not able to respond she nodded, <<speech "Meredith">>"Look. That shit getting out is dangerous. Your rep is everything. You'll need to be far more circumspect going forward, kay?"<</speech>> <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "smart">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> <<set $UN.XO ++>> <<speech "Meredith">>"Alright smarty-pants. This isn't a competition. //Okay//. It is. But ya don't have to make me feel bad about myself too. I get it. Now...whatcha do for fun?"<</speech>> The impish spark flashed in her brown eyes and we changed topics. <<else>> <<set $UN.XO -->> <<speech "Meredith">>"You know this //is// a competition, right?"<</speech>> She chuckled, frowning at me incredulously, <<speech "Meredith">>"You...think you're smart?"<</speech>> We stood there, looking at each other. I felt like I had been gutted. She thought I was a dumb-dumb. <<speech "Meredith">>"Lucky for you there's more to this whole thing. Not much. But there is."<</speech>> <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "me">> <<set $UN.XO ++>> We wandered the house aimlessly. It wasn't much of a tour and more of her just finding places that we could be more alone and really get into the dirt and fun topics with me. It was hilarious seeing her switching seamlessly between idle chatter that the rest of the girls seemed to be involved in and mid-sentence go right into what she really wanted to hear. <<elseif $UN.present == "fake">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> <<set $UN.XO ++>> <<speech "Meredith">>"I didn't...take you for...wow. I just. Had you pegged different."<</speech>> She shook her head, tugging her short brown hair behind her ears as she considered me. <<speech "Meredith">>"Well, all I can say is you do feel very. Very. Chi Oh. For whatever that's worth."<</speech>> She laughed and rolled her eyes. Did she really disparage her own crew this much? <<else>> <<set $UN.XO -= 3>> <<speech "Meredith">>"Don't fuck with me."<</speech>> We had stopped short in the upstairs hallway. We were out of earshot and out of sight, but I had barely started talking about my horse back home and left agape. <<speech "Meredith">>"That's not smart and will not fly. I'll see you out."<</speech>> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> I was shown to the door, but all the Chi Oh girls left the prospects to find their own way out as they hustled off to the kitchen. I heard a rise of chattering -- they were judging us before we had left the building. <br><br><br> <<case "ADP">> <<skillChecked "Presentation">> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and I reapplied make-up in the freshman 'market' bathroom quickly before making a hurried sprint to join the invitees for ADPi. Shelly was waving excitedly and I got a little shove from behind, shoved towards my sponsor. <<speech "Shelly">>"How's it going?"<</speech>> She ushered me in towards the entryway where they'd assembled charcuterie and beverages, <<speech "Shelly">>"I'm sure you're hungry."<</speech>> <br><br> I //was//. Hadn't even considered eating or drinking yet today and so I grabbed a little plate and saw the joy light on her face. Arm sliding through mine the escort continued into their living room and she sat beside me as a video rolled. It was ancient and spoke to the long and proud lineage of the ADPi house. The President stood and spoke about the House Mother, the pledges from last year, and then outlined the itinerary for the remainder of our time in the house. <<speech "Shelly">>"So, what did you think?"<</speech>> Shelly whispered to me as the tour began. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">> <<set $UN.ADP -->> Shelly was red. What I had detailed about a crazy party had her fanning herself with a napkin, <<speech "Shelly">>"Oh. Well. And you were...there?"<</speech>> She was uncomfortable and unsure what to do with the information. <<speech "Shelly">>"Our parties are...more sedate."<</speech>> It felt admonishing because it was. <<elseif $UN.present == "smart">> <<set $UN.ADP ++>> I leaned in hard to the history lesson and tried to make parallels between ADPi and my own history, family. And Shelly jumped right in. She wanted to know genealogy. She wanted to know details. She was //fascinated//. <<elseif $UN.present == "me">> <<set $UN.ADP ++>> She wanted to know all about me and didn't seem to have any filter: <<speech "Shelly">>"Oh"<</speech>>-ing with a knowing nod when I said something that seemed to agree and leaning in close with a <<speech "Shelly">>"Shh"<</speech>> and hushing me and waving other comments away, <<speech "Shelly">>"Keep that to ourselves."<</speech>> She seemed to be a big <<print $CC.name>> fan. <<elseif $UN.present == "fake">> <<set $UN.ADP ++>> Her eyes were wide as we talked, amazed to an extent that I hadn't expected. Even though I wasn't into the history, I told her I was. I made up things about my past that seemed to align with her and even borrowed something from the last time we had talked and she looked utterly shocked, <<speech "Shelly">>"Me. Too!"<</speech>> And squeezed my hand. <</if>> <br><br> She made sure that I had a little napkin full of bites and a water bottle before I left. <br><br><br> <<case "KD">> <<skillChecked "Presentation">> <<skillChecked "Performance" "Risky" "Easy">> We were yanked off the front lawn by our sponsors, Alyssa dragging me across the front steps as they all were giving a <<speech "KDs">>"Woo!"<</speech>> It was almost madcap. I couldn't quite figure out if there was rhyme, reason or drugs involved. But whatever the purpose, Alyssa had me off in a side room and started teaching me a dance. It was a routine that would have killed on TikTok and would have been mind-blowing on the floor at a club, <<speech "Alyssa">>"We're gonna be the hottest fuckin' bitches out there!"<</speech>> She squealed excitedly once I had gotten the steps in my body. <<speechPC>>"//I'm// dancing?"<</speechPC>> She started the sequence again, flicking her tongue. <<speechPC>>"I thought you all presented to //us// today."<</speechPC>> She flashed me her tits. Completely non-sexual, but I think just to shock me, <<speech "Alyssa">>"We're ''Kay'' __Dee__."<</speech>> And then began pushing me out of the side room, correcting her top. <<speech "Alyssa">>"Come on."<</speech>> The show was beginning as the pairs got up and began to pop their pussies. That was a common theme. Variations on a theme. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">> <<set $UN.KD += 2>> And when it was our turn to hit it, we did. And I //worked// adding relish and sexuality to every single move. It was like I was calling out, <<speechPC>>"Anyone can have my pussy."<</speechPC>> And the girls went absolutely insane. Alyssa had stopped towards the end to watch and began smacking my ass hard and quick while cheering out to the girls. Alyssa pulled me off the floor and we proceeded to drink cocktails in the kitchen -- we definitely were //not// allowed to be doing this -- while talking about dick sizes, good fucks, bad fucks, black out nights. Everything. <<elseif $UN.present == "smart">> <<set $UN.KD -->> We hit every single move perfectly and got our requisite applause. <<speech "Alyssa">>"Told ya."<</speech>> She smiled and pulled me away from the show. And then proceeded to look more and more bored as I tried to turn the conversation to school and success. <<speech "Alyssa">>"Right. Well. Sure."<</speech>> One word responses were all I got. <<elseif $UN.present == "me">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> <<set $UN.KD += 2>> And when it was our turn to hit it, we did. And I //worked// adding relish and sexuality to every single move. It was like I was calling out, <<speechPC>>"Anyone can have my pussy."<</speechPC>> And the girls went absolutely insane. Alyssa had stopped towards the end to watch and began smacking my ass hard and quick while cheering out to the girls. Alyssa pulled me off the floor and we proceeded to drink cocktails in the kitchen -- we definitely were //not// allowed to be doing this -- while talking about dick sizes, good fucks, bad fucks, black out nights. Everything. <<else>> <<set $UN.KD -->> And I tried my best, giving it everything I had but this was not the kind of dance I was used to -- showing off the way I was used to. <<speech "Alyssa">>"That's okay, girl. You can learn. Maybe."<</speech>> Alyssa pulled me off the floor and turned the conversation to the craziest times of my life and seemed underwhelmed. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "fake">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> Thank god I had some dance skills, because I had prepped conversation and behavior but hadn't prepared for this. It was an easier segue after dropping it to talk about the raunchy tales I had in my back pocket. <<speech "Alyssa">>"Hot. Yeah, girl, that's hot."<</speech>> She nodded, offering me a cocktail in the kitchen. <<else>> <<set $UN.KD -->> I had prepped conversation and behavior. I was ready to be a party girl, but I wasn't ready to actually party. And it showed. Alyssa actually laughed at me as I tried to segue from the mediocre dance into the stories. <<speech "Alyssa">>"Right."<</speech>> Nodding with pursed lips. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> And then it was over. Alyssa had insisted I leave with a buzz and I certainly was, stumbling out of the house alongside all the other dumbly grinning prospects. <br><br><br> <<case "DDD">> <<skillChecked "Presentation">> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Risky" "Learning" "Performance" "Deception">> There was a stillness in the air as we approached Tri Delt. The girls were impeccably dressed, tight white jeans or white short dresses. They looked like Barbies. Like models. Like perfection. And they welcomed us quietly, calmly. Mary guided me in to a seat with my name on it. <br><br> Off to the side were the seniors and elder Tri Delts, unabashedly documenting and taking literal pictures as we assembled. I couldn't help but shift my weight to try and hide the way my body was. I wasn't happy with it, they wouldn't be either. My eyes turned downward, goosebumps raised, inspected like an animal while Mary and the younger sponsors giggled actively up on their stage and presented to us. <br><br> But I could barely pay attention to the jokes, the performance, the information. It was all a bait and switch. It was an excuse to have us all together and in designated seats for easy comparison. It felt like it went on forever. I don't think I've felt more relief than when Mary shook me from my internal struggle and, quizzical look on her face, pulled me into the house tour. <br><br> Luckily, she was so chill I was able to shake that survey quickly and find my way into chatting with her as I had planned. <br><br> <<if $UN.present == "slut">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 2>> <<speech "Mary">>"Oh. You're one of the //fun// ones."<</speech>> She smiled and there was some pinkness to her cheeks that told me she was curious but maybe...a virgin? I laughed and nodded and we began to whisper conspiratorially as she waved my volume down. She wanted to hear but she didn't want others to hear. It wasn't their flavor, but it might have been Mary's. <<else>> <<set $UN.DDD -= 2>> <<speech "Mary">>"Uh, why...are you telling me this?"<</speech>> Redness had crept into her face. It made me wonder not only if I had crossed the line but if she were a virgin. I coughed and tried to find an easy way to change the topic but I felt like the damage had been done. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "smart">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 4>> <<set $UN.DDD += 2>> She was stunned as I detailed my accomplishments and what my goals with school were. <<speech "Mary">>"Wow. Thank you for telling me. That wasn't in your file."<</speech>> I coughed a bit. I knew that was the case, but being outright //told// they had files on each of us for this decision process wasn't an easy pill to swallow. <<else>> She nodded and smiled, listening to me go over what I felt like were fascinating and impressive anecdotes, <<speech "Mary">>"Yeah. That's what we thought."<</speech>> I coughed and turned away, not sure how I should respond to that. Man, their cutthroat behavior was blatant. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "me">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 3 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 3>> <<set $UN.DDD +=2>> Mary seemed to //love// me. Impressed at every turn as I just talked about myself and found the ways that we were similar. She seemed to be an odd duck here and would vouch for another odd duck. Lucky match then. <<else>> She nodded pleasantly and smiled weakly. <<speech "Mary">>"Yeah, I'm a bit of a...black sheep here too..."<</speech>> Oh, I hadn't expected that response and it seemed she felt bad for me. But maybe if she felt kinship to me meant she'd vouch for me. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.present == "fake">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> Mary chuckled and looked shocked from time to time, <<speech "Mary">>"Wow. I had taken you to be more like me...more...black sheep?"<</speech>> She giggled with a little shrug, <<speech "Mary">>"That's why were were matched, but I guess...maybe you have more in common with them than I do."<</speech>> <<set $UN.DDD ++>> <<else>> <<set $UN.DDD -= 3>> It took mere moments before Mary slowed me in a hallway. She wasn't an intimidating person, but I felt like I had just been pulled over by the cops. <<speech "Mary">>"What."<</speech>> I coughed uncomfortably, looking at her, searching. She just smiled tightly, patted my hand and...that was it. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> I realized there was a timetable, far more prescribed than our time in the house: Mary brought me to the front door at a very particular time. There was a precise distance between me and the girl in front of me. And, yep, behind me. And...there were the senior Tri Delts, recording on their phones as we passed. Full bodies in motion, captured for digest and analysis. <br><br><br> <</switch>> <</for>> Exhausted, my voice a little raw, I was more than pleased to strip off my outfit and crash in bed. <br><br> <div id="prefs"> I had to fill out my <<linkexpand "preferences card and then I could sleep.">> preferences card and then I could sleep. <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("DDD")>><<set $UN.DDD = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("KKG")>><<set $UN.KKG = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("KD")>><<set $UN.KD = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("DZ")>><<set $UN.DZ = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("XO")>><<set $UN.XO = -1>><</if>> <<if !$UN.rushed.includes("ADP")>><<set $UN.ADP = -1>><</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includesAll("DZ", "ADP")>><<set $UN.KKG -->><<set $UN.KD -->><<set $UN.DDD -->><</if>> <<if $UN.rushed.includesAll("KD", "KKG")>><<set $UN.DZ -->><<set $UN.ADP -->><</if>> <br><br> I looked over my order from that first day. Had anything changed? At this final stage we did have //some// power of selection... <br> <div id="prefs2"> <<paperscrap>> <<set _namesMap = { "XO": "Chi Omega", "DDD": "Tri Delta", "KKG": "Kappa Kappa Gamma", "KD": "Kappa Delta", "DZ": "Delta Zeta", "ADP": "Alpha Delta Pi" }>> How do I rate the houses?! <br><br> <<orderable $UN.rushed _namesMap>> <</paperscrap>> <br> Hm. Had one risen to the top of the pack? <<for _index, _rushName range $UN.rushed>> <<capture _rushName>> <<link _rushName>><<replace "#prefs2" t8n>> <<set $UN.newFirst = _rushName>> <br><br><br> Homework could wait til tomorrow. I was [[beat|UN003 - BidDay]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</capture>> <<if _index < $UN.rushed.length - 1>>,<<else>>?<</if>> <</for>> <br><br> Nah. Looked <<link "solid">><<replace "#prefs2" t8n>> <<set $UN.newFirst = "none">> <br><br><br> Homework could wait til tomorrow. I was [[beat|UN003 - BidDay]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> </div> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<set $UN.notFirst = false>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness" "Sophisticated">> <<skillChecked "University Focus">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<set $UN.DDD += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set $UN.XO += 2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2>> <<set $UN.ADP += 2>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> <<set $UN.KD ++>> <<elseif $UN.sex == "online">> <<set $UN.DZ ++>> <<elseif $UN.sex == "friend">> <<set $UN.DDD ++>> <<else>> <<set $UN.ADP ++>><<set $UN.XO ++>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rushed[0] === "DZ">> /* Auto DZ win if Player ranks DZ 1st. */ <<set $UN.greek = "DZ">><<outfit "DZ">> <<else>> <<if $UN.DDD gte $UN.KD && $UN.DDD gte $UN.XO && $UN.DDD gte $UN.ADP && $UN.DDD gte $UN.KKG && $UN.DDD gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "DDD">><<outfit "DDD">> <<elseif $UN.KD gte $UN.XO && $UN.KD gte $UN.ADP && $UN.KD gte $UN.KKG && $UN.KD gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "KD">><<outfit "KD">> <<elseif $UN.XO gte $UN.ADP && $UN.XO gte $UN.KKG && $UN.XO gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "XO">><<outfit "XO">> <<elseif $UN.ADP gte $UN.KKG && $UN.ADP gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "ADP">><<outfit "ADP">> <<elseif $UN.KKG gte $UN.DZ>> <<set $UN.greek = "KKG">><<outfit "KKG">> <<else>> <<set $UN.greek = "DZ">><<outfit "DZ">> <</if>> <</if>> The weeks of socializing, best behavior, best make-up, best outfits were now at a close. School had definitely taken a hit and I could sense the Professors equally eager for the process to be done and have half the student body back and actually paying attention to class. <br><br> Every girl was on edge. We'd go to the lawns of our preferred houses and hope. Or be publicly shamed if we weren't brought into the throng. <br><br> <<if $UN.newFirst == "none">> Sweaty pits, trying to be as cute as possible, I was part of a broad arc of broads in front of <<if $UN.rushed[0] === "DDD">> Tri Delta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "DDD">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Tri Delt Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Tri Delt! <br><br> Mary clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Tri Delt. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "ADP">> ADPi. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "ADP">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Ay Dee Pi Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a ADPi! <br><br> Shelly clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a ADPi. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "XO">> Chi Oh. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "XO">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Chi Oh Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Chi Oh! <br><br> Meredith clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be Chi Oh. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "KKG">> Kappa. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "KKG">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Kappa Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Kappa! <br><br> Lyndsey clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Kappa. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "KD">> Kappa Delta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "KD">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Kay Dee Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Kappa Delta! <br><br> Alyssa clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Kappa Delta. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.rushed[0] === "DZ">> Delta Zeta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "DZ">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Dee Zee Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Delta Zeta! <br><br> Christen clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face shock>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Delta Zeta. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Sweaty pits, trying to be as cute as possible, I was part of a broad arc of broads in front of <<if $UN.newFirst is "DDD">> Tri Delta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "DDD">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Tri Delta Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Tri Delt! <br><br> Mary clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Tri Delt. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "ADP">> ADPi. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "ADP">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Ay Dee Pi Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a ADPi! <br><br> Shelly clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a ADPi. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "XO">> Chi Oh. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "XO">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Chi Oh Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Chi Oh! <br><br> Meredith clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be Chi Oh. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "KKG">> Kappa. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "KKG">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Kappa Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Kappa! <br><br> Lyndsey clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Kappa. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "KD">> Kappa Delta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "KD">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Kay Dee Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Kappa Delta! <br><br> Alyssa clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Kappa Delta. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <<elseif $UN.newFirst is "DZ">> Delta Zeta. <br><br> I don't know why I felt like I was on the verge of tears, but it seemed like we all were. The girls across from us, our judge, our jury, were certainly dragging this out. Emotional torture. Made me wonder how bad hazing would be. Fuck. <br><br> <<if $UN.greek == "DZ">> <<face happy>> <<speech "Dee Zee Rush President">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>!"<</speech>> I'd been waiting on my name to be called so many times in my life, but this time the floodgates just exploded. I'd be a Delta Zeta! <br><br> Christen clutched me tight and ushered me in, she'd be my new [[Big Sis|UN003 - Hazing]]. <<else>> <<face shock>> Name after name after name. Not mine. I looked for my sponsor and she met eyes with another girl who was screaming her head off. Welp, I wouldn't be a Delta Zeta. <br><br> Eventually, wandering the houses, I found out I'd be <<print $UN.greek>>. And it came with an undercurrent of disappointment as they knew my late arrival and not responding to my name meant I hadn't put them [[first|UN003 - Hazing][$UN.notFirst = true]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<div id="haze"> <<if $UN.greek == "DDD">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Mary">> Inside the house, the seniors were standing on either side of the hallway, grinning dumbly and jumping with ridiculous excitement. In their hands were red and black sharpies and they watched us pass single-file past them as they watched with predatory glee. The chairs from Round 2 were still in the living room. The projector and screen were still in place, it was as if nothing had moved since that fateful day when I had been judged and found acceptable. My chair had my name on it and Mary wordlessly guided me to sit before moving to the outer edges of the room with her sisters. <br><br> Some of the other pledges were just as excited as the elder sisters, squealing with dilated pupils and practically drooling. I was less excited. I could smell the threat in the air. <br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A large room with a projector screen at the front. A girl, embarassed, in her underwear is projected on the screen in front of a crowd of other women. <<image framed "passage/UN003_hazing_scene.png">> */ The projector spun up and one of the girls was displayed in front of us. A slideshow of images taken not just from the earlier rounds, but also on campus, one of her making out at a party with some guy's hand up the back of her dress. <<speech "President">>"Kelly."<</speech>> The President called, affecting as deep a tone as she could manage. <br><br> The girl looked stunned, confused. Her face could not have been redder. Seeing herself in a critical light in front of her now sisters. Other elder girls pulled Kelly up from her seat unwillingly and dragged her onto the stage. <<speech "Chanting">>"Strip."<</speech>> It became a chant, even we were doing it. And sheepishly, her clothes came off. In her underwear in front of everyone, the videos and pictures were painstakingly analyzed and when anyone had a comment about her appearance, a mark was made. <br><br> And then, it was my turn. By that point, most of us were crying and the girls were laughing at us, calling us children. <br><br><br> My clothes came <<link "off">><<replace "#haze" t8n>> <<skillChecked "Height" "Body Count" "Addiction" "Physical Prowess">> <<outfit naked>> <<face shock runny>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<set _DDDscore = 0>> <<if $CC.height gt 1>> <<set _DDDscore -->> They drew lines across my calves, showing where I should get surgery to cut out bone. <br><br> I shouldn't be this tall. I should be normal. I should be cute and short. <<else>> I was glad to be my height. A couple of the taller girls were told to have surgery to reduce their 'amazon' ugliness. <</if>> <<if $bodies.length gt 5>> <<set _DDDscore -->> Somehow they knew about almost all of my hookups. <br><br> They had pictures. They had some line back home and their names were etched all over my body. Words like cum slut, whore, slut were added to the mix for flavor. <<else>> I was glad that I was not one who had names and words about promiscuity emblazoned all over my body. <br><br> They had some insane ability to //know// these girl's sex lives. <</if>> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 1>> <<set _DDDscore -->> Videos of me blackout, slurring my words, behaving like an absolute shit -- a cat fight -- were displayed and I was called an addict, and had track marks drawn on my arms. <<else>> Some girls partying came back to haunt them. Track marks drawn on their arms, circles for the areas to watch for extra cocaine. Addict, druggie. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>><<set _DDDscore ++>> A girl had a lazy eye when she was tired, and they didn't stop there. Brown eyes called shit. Light eyes called weak. Too small, too wide. Tiny eyelashes. But not me. <<else>><<if ["green", "blue", "gray"].includes($Body.eyes)>>Weak eyes. Watery eyes. It could have been the tears, it could have been true. I didn't know at this point. <<elseif $Body.eyes is "hazel">>Weird eyes. Eyes that didn't know what color they wanted to be. Cat eyes.<<elseif $Body.eyes is "brown">>Where were my pupils? Boring. Common. Eyes the color of //shit//. <</if>><</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set _DDDscore ++>> Some girls were called dumpy, their 'cankles' drawn on, their thighs labelled as too thick. I had some scars that they used as my imperfections, but I got away pretty scott-free.<<else>>Cellulite: marked. Scars and the way my calves were formed were drawn on. "Wear PANTS" across each of my thighs. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set _DDDscore ++>> Some girls had their bras removed and their nipples, hair on their breasts, stretch marks or sag highlighted. They tweaked my nipples to enact pain but my tits were left undisturbed. <<else>>Tits out for everyone to see. A hair I hadn't noticed was painfully tugged out. The way my breasts fell was 'ugly' lines were drawn where I should show a doctor for an implant or lift. Uneven, weird nipples, every bit was up for comment, whether or not it was true. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set _DDDscore ++>> Most girls got 'skinny fat,' 'flat ass,' their dimples and cellulite circled. My ass ended up with a solid red mark on it from hits when they were smacking me to make a point, but it wasn't a point of derision. <<else>>'Pancake ass' was written down one cheek, then the other. They made fun of how little it jiggled when they hit it, made me stand sideways to show how my back ran into my legs. It was horrible. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>><<set _DDDscore ++>> Most girls faces were covered with words, circles, dicks. They said my eyebrows were too thin, my ears to far back. But they were trying too hard. I knew the truth. <<else>>Bad teeth, shitty cheekbones, weird 'ugly marks' instead of beauty marks. My face was covered with circles and lines. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>><<if $CC.dad == 2>> My lack of two parents<<else>>Dad's job<</if>> came to bite //hard//. My home: a trailer. I was trash. A social pariah. A charity case. <<else>><<set _DDDscore ++>>A girl had her home lambasted. Trailer park trash. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>><<set _DDDscore ++>> I surprisingly got out relatively unscathed, my moles and freckles passed inspection. Some stretchmarks were over-circled probably for balance, but I felt lucky.<<else>>I had barely given my freckles, moles, errant hairs any thought at all until this moment. And now they were circled in an ink that would take days to go away. How would I go out? I don't think I'd be able to forget any of these comments. And that was the point. I felt fat. I felt ugly. I knew what I needed to work on. <</if>> <br><br> I cried that night. The next morning in the shower. It hurt so badly and not just the scrubbing and raw skin, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br><<if _DDDscore lt 0>><<set $UN.DDD -->><<else>><<set $UN.DDD ++>><</if>> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $UN.greek == "ADP">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Shelly">> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Learning" "Investigation">> <<set _score = ($Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value)>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<speech "Shelly">>"You study?"<</speech>> Shelly asked with raised eyebrows. I didn't know what to say. Study for class? Study for...what. But I didn't want to offend, so I just shuffled in with the others, making our way to the living room where we were guided into a broad circle. Our potential 'Bigs,' mine being Shelly, stood behind us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them shuffling colored note cards. /* IMAGE (Needed): A large room with a circle of women in various states of undress, standing facing each other. Uncomfortable. <<image framed "passage/UN003_hazing_scene2.png">> */ There were no instructions. Suddenly, the President and leaders, sitting on an ottoman in the center of our oval, were calling out questions. Rapid-fire, down the line. There were mere seconds given and I felt bad for the first girls who were under the gun, not even conceiving of what was being asked of them. It was like strip-jeopardy. A wrong answer and clothes came off. <br><br> Before long, many of the girls were completely naked. Cited and called out. Criticized and forced to stand there, naked while the rest of us completed the ritual. Did we know the words? Did we know the other girls names? The history of the house? House mother? Everything seemed like it was on the table, every little bit of data. <br><br> <<if _score gt 7>> <<set $UN.ADP ++>> I was shocked at how much I had apparently retained. Shelly whispered proudly into my ear as I got almost every question correct. I watched the girls punished and clothes taken away from them as they were left showing their failing.And that wasn't the end. We weren't allowed to move. The girls departed and took turns, slowly walking the circle and ensuring we stood standing, looking at each other to 'learn' about our sisters. To get to know our fellow pledges. To understand our status and station relative to each other. <br><br> My legs hurt. I wanted to sit. Some girls tried and they were //forced// to stay standing with exercise bands or whatever tools were on hand. Some looked crucified as their minds tried to fight the failing of their bodies. <br><br> That night we heard them eating and having a celebratory party in the nearby kitchen. Some of their boyfriends came by and took some time to check out the new pledges. And still we stood. <br><br> The party ended, guys checked us out on their way out or their way up. And still we stood. Would I pass out? Would we be allowed to sleep? <br><br> No. We stood until the morning hours, the girls heading downstairs groggy after a wonderful night's sleep and smiling hello as they came into the room. They waited until they were all assembled and some of them certainly took their time on purpose. <<speech "President">>"Good morning, Ay Dee Pi's."<</speech>> We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried in the shower and cried in bed before promptly falling asleep and skipping all my classes that day. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my legs and eyes, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <<elseif _score gt 4 >> I thankfully was spared full nudity. But standing there <<linkexpand "less than fully dressed...">> <<set $UN.ADP -->> <<upper>> <<lower>> <<feet>> less than fully dressed was still shameful. I watched the girls punished and clothes taken away from them as they were left showing their failing.And that wasn't the end. We weren't allowed to move. The girls departed and took turns, slowly walking the circle and ensuring we stood standing, looking at each other to 'learn' about our sisters. To get to know our fellow pledges. To understand our status and station relative to each other. <br><br> My legs hurt. I wanted to sit. Some girls tried and they were //forced// to stay standing with exercise bands or whatever tools were on hand. Some looked crucified as their minds tried to fight the failing of their bodies. <br><br> That night we heard them eating and having a celebratory party in the nearby kitchen. Some of their boyfriends came by and took some time to check out the new pledges. And still we stood. <br><br> The party ended, guys checked us out on their way out or their way up. And still we stood. Would I pass out? Would we be allowed to sleep? <br><br> No. We stood until the morning hours, the girls heading downstairs groggy after a wonderful night's sleep and smiling hello as they came into the room. They waited until they were all assembled and some of them certainly took their time on purpose. <<speech "President">>"Good morning, Ay Dee Pi's."<</speech>> We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried in the shower and cried in bed before promptly falling asleep and skipping all my classes that day. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my legs and eyes, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif _score gt 2>> I wasn't the quickest <<linkexpand "naked...">> <<Stats Stable -->> <<outfit naked>> <<set $UN.ADP -= 2>> naked, but it felt like a bad game of Never Have I Ever. People were shocked at how quick my clothes were off. I should have paid more attention. <br><br> And that wasn't the end. We weren't allowed to move. The girls departed and took turns, slowly walking the circle and ensuring we stood standing, looking at each other to 'learn' about our sisters. To get to know our fellow pledges. To understand our status and station relative to each other. <br><br> My legs hurt. I wanted to sit. Some girls tried and they were //forced// to stay standing with exercise bands or whatever tools were on hand. Some looked crucified as their minds tried to fight the failing of their bodies. <br><br> That night we heard them eating and having a celebratory party in the nearby kitchen. Some of their boyfriends came by and took some time to check out the new pledges. And still we stood. <br><br> The party ended, guys checked us out on their way out or their way up. And still we stood. Would I pass out? Would we be allowed to sleep? <br><br> No. We stood until the morning hours, the girls heading downstairs groggy after a wonderful night's sleep and smiling hello as they came into the room. They waited until they were all assembled and some of them certainly took their time on purpose. <<speech "President">>"Good morning, Ay Dee Pi's."<</speech>> We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried in the shower and cried in bed before promptly falling asleep and skipping all my classes that day. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my legs and eyes, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> And I was one of the quickest <<linkexpand "naked.">> <<outfit naked>> <<Stats Stable -->> naked. <br><br><br> I stood there, shamed and could feel the cold stare of Shelly behind me. I had made myself look bad and her as well. And that wasn't the end. We weren't allowed to move. The girls departed and took turns, slowly walking the circle and ensuring we stood standing, looking at each other to 'learn' about our sisters. To get to know our fellow pledges. To understand our status and station relative to each other. <br><br> My legs hurt. I wanted to sit. Some girls tried and they were //forced// to stay standing with exercise bands or whatever tools were on hand. Some looked crucified as their minds tried to fight the failing of their bodies. <br><br> That night we heard them eating and having a celebratory party in the nearby kitchen. Some of their boyfriends came by and took some time to check out the new pledges. And still we stood. <br><br> The party ended, guys checked us out on their way out or their way up. And still we stood. Would I pass out? Would we be allowed to sleep? <br><br> No. We stood until the morning hours, the girls heading downstairs groggy after a wonderful night's sleep and smiling hello as they came into the room. They waited until they were all assembled and some of them certainly took their time on purpose. <<speech "President">>"Good morning, Ay Dee Pi's."<</speech>> We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried in the shower and cried in bed before promptly falling asleep and skipping all my classes that day. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my legs and eyes, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <br> <<elseif $UN.greek == "XO">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Meredith">> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> We barely crossed the threshold of the house when Meredith came up behind me with a dark little chuckle and then my view went black. A blindfold. I stumbled as she tied it firmly behind my head, then my hands. I heard girls yelping, crying out, asking why. My heart was <<shake 5s>>pounding<</shake>>. I had no idea what was in store for me, but I had heard stories of hazing and I wondered which ones I would experience. <br><br> Stumbling more as I was pushed down the stairwell. Not intending to make me tumble, but not too careful either. I heard the thudding of a girl down the stairs behind me, and then the scream. Something wrenched, but didn't sound broken. Then the dragging as she was pulled into the basement alongside the rest of us. Unbidden, my brain had the thought: Are we all about to die? /* IMAGE (Needed): A college aged girl tumbling down a stairwell. <<image framed "passage/UN003_hazing_scene3.png">> */ Then, not kindly, my clothes were stripped from me. <<link "All of them">><<replace "#haze">> <<skillChecked "Social" "Learning" "Perception" "Risky" "Easy">> <<outfit naked>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face hurt1>> <<set _XOscore = 0>> It was cold. My nipples rock hard in an instant and I could feel the tile floor on the bare soles of my feet. A girl was whimpering. A couple were sniveling. <<speech "President">>"Alright you sluts. You think you're Chi Oh material? Or are you a Chi //Ho//."<</speech>> It was the President talking. When she passed me, it came with a shove -- walking too close on purpose and I nearly fell. <<speech "President">>"Your //potential// Big Sis--"<</speech>> the threat clear in her tone, <<speech "President">>"Is standing right in front of you. Can you feel her checking you out? You don't look so good with your clothes off. Now. We'll be asking you some questions. If you get them wrong. You get punished. If you get them right, you're a step closer to Chi Oh christening. But don't respond too loudly or punishment. She can't hear you? ''Punished''."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt Meredith lean forward, tying my wrists in front of me, <<speech "Meredith">>"Good girl. Struggling was the first question."<</speech>> Tied, I felt my hands released and then, suddenly I nearly fell over as she gave my pussy a sudden smack smack with her cupped palm, <<speech "Meredith">>"Good luck."<</speech>> The shock to my clit was like an explosion and it wasn't playful and it wasn't pleasant. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hands tied together at the wrists. <<image framed "passage/UN003_hazing_scene4.png">> */ The questions came rapid fire and I could hear that girls who weren't answering them because they were in pain were not given any respite. But I couldn't focus on them. I had to save myself. <br><br> <<linkexpand "XO Leader's names">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>><<set _XOscore ++>> The sorority leaders names came easily to me, their years, their hometowns. They got into the details, but I had talked to these girls enough that I knew them. I had fucking flashcards.<br><<else>>A paddle. They really were used. Straight across my ass. I squealed. Each wrong name. Each wrong hometown. Details of these girl's lives that didn't seem consequential at the time when I talked with them now really seemed to matter. I'd have welts, for sure. <br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "XO Knowledge">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 2>><<set _XOscore ++>> The skit had actually been laden with nuggets of knowledge and I remembered them. The words, the symbol, the history. Meredith chuckled proudly that her work had gotten across to me.<br> <<else>>The air was knocked out of me. //Hard//. I buckled from the knock to the gut. Then, taking advantage of my shock I was hit at the back of the knees and I dropped, then I was kicked in the stomach a couple more times. Meredith was not pleased. <br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "XO House">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<set _XOscore ++>> The questions about the house came and went with a breeze. I had paid attention and it paid dividends.<br> <<else>> I startled and nearly slipped as suddenly the floor was wet. I was wet. I was doused head to toe and my skin tightened, goosebumps raised and I was shivering in the air conditioning. Ice water had been dropped on me for not knowing the fucking layout of the house. I kicked one of the cubes with my toe in defiance.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <br> And then the Rorschach test: How would we respond to <<linkexpand "certain situations">> certain situations? <br> Frat boy offering you a <<linkexpand "swig of his flask in class?">>swig of his flask? <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> <<speech "President">>"No! That's not Chi Oh! You're no Kay Dee. You're better than that."<</speech>> And I was goosed. Something jammed at my anus. I lifted onto my toes and whimpered, instinctively clenched and that did not make it pleasant. I got the point. Less party.<<else>><<set _XOscore ++>><<speech "President">>"Good. Fun without being crazy. Don't bring shame on this house."<</speech>> I heard some girls yelping like stuck pigs. I could only imagine what was happening. <</if>><</linkexpand>> <br> Horny and a cute boy has his <<linkexpand "hand down your pants?">>hand down your pants? <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>><<speech "President">>"Fucking slut over here. We //value// ourselves. Not ''spoil'' ourselves."<</speech>> Smacked on my clit, this time with something leather. I crumpled to floor and screamed out. Even in this position she found my pussy for another strike. Another. I jerked and almost passed out. <<else>> <<set _XOscore ++>><<speech "President">>"Exactly. Make him wait. Make him want. Make him earn you."<</speech>> The screams echoed off the basement walls. It sounded like multiple childbirths at once alongside the sound of fleshy smacks. I shuddered. I got still. <</if>><</linkexpand>> <br><br> Then the blindfold came off. Girls were dripping. Girls were bruised. No one had gotten out completely unscathed and mascara was down everyone's cheeks. We were handed our clothes and told to dress before //thinking// about leaving the basement. <br><br> I cried that night. The next morning in the shower. It hurt so badly and not just my body, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> <<if _XOscore gt 3>><<set $UN.XO ++>> <<else>> <<set $UN.XO -->> <</if>> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> <<elseif $UN.greek == "KKG">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Lyndsey">> <<face drunk>> <<skillChecked "Social" "Learning" "Perception" "Investigation" "Risky" "Easy" "Discipline" "Excitable">> The dining room had been converted into rows of chairs, kind of like a seminar set-up but with more space. They were evenly distributed and arranged in a broad oval, <<speech "Lyndsey">>"This is youuu."<</speech>> Lyndsey said as she gave me a little push, dropping me into a chair. And then she was off to the next room. <br><br> There was an uncomfortable laugh that fluttered through the pledges as we were alone, looking at each other and all wondering exactly what we were getting into. /* IMAGE (Needed): College aged girls sitting at a large dining room table that's covered in alcohol and other paraphenalia. <<image framed "passage/UN003_hazing_scene5.png">> */ It wasn't hard to figure it out as Lyndsey and the other girls came back with a handle of vodka each. Shotglasses outstretched in their fingers as they danced back to their pledges. And then I noticed the funnel they brought with them. <<speech "President">>"Question 1."<</speech>> The President called out, a finger aloft. Lyndsey stood behind me, hand sliding into my hair and giving a gentle pull, guiding my chin up. I saw the shotglass full above me. <br><br> <<set _drinks = 0>> <<linkexpand "Kappa Leaders">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> Somehow I had remembered the leaders names, hometowns, their majors. Lyndsey gave me a shot as a 'good job' whereas other girls got them for each wrong answer.<br> <<else>><<set _drinks ++>>Fuck. I hadn't paid attention to the leaders' hometowns, names...majors. Lyndsey laughed at each wrong answer and the cold glass hit my lips and the burn dropped down my throat.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "Kappa History">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> Kappa history, our words and symbol. I had it ready and raring. Lyndsey gave me a drink of water, impressed but still yanked my head back by the hair to make me drink it.<br> <<else>><<set _drinks ++>>The house's history? Our motto? Why didn't I pay more attention. The vodka was shitty and I should have eaten something to soak it up before this.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "Kappa House">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> I knew the layout of the house. A mental walking tour, passed. Other girls were already retching and the room began to take on a certain smell.<br> <<else>><<set _drinks ++>>They expected me to have memorized the layout of the house on a single walkthrough? I coughed as I tried to swallow down the shots, my head tugged and the clear liquid splashing into my mouth.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "Lyndsey, My Big">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value lt 2>><<set _drinks ++>> I hadn't listened well enough and when Lyndsey asked me her own questions, I did not pass. So the vodka passed down my throat. She held my hair back //hard//, offended.<br> <<else>>Thankfully I had listened when Lyndsey and I chatted, and her personal questions I passed with flying colors. She even gave me a kiss on my cheek and petted my strained scalp.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "My Personality">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 4>><<set _drinks ++>> Personality quiz now? Apparently not wanting to get up on the bar and give a show was __incorrect__ and the clothes they expected me to take off were now soaked with the liquor that didn't make it in my mouth.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "Sex Life">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lt 4>><<set _drinks ++>> Oh, put ''out'' for the Sigma was the right answer. Huh. Pulling the premier frat boys brought honor to Kappa I learned as I downed another shot.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "Stomach for Drinking">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 3>><<set _drinks ++>> I couldn't help myself, I retched. The drinking, the smell of the other girl's bile. I puked and Lyndsey was there, ready to pull me back and help me 'clean my palate' with a shot.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <<linkexpand "Wanting to be Kappa">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lt 3>><<set _drinks += 3>> I didn't respond quick enough, excited //enough// to "Wanna be a Kappa?" The yank on my head was vicious and I tasted metal as the funnel hit against my teeth, the vodka glugging from the bottle as it poured down my open gullet.<br> <</if>><</linkexpand>> <br><br> <<link "And me">><<replace "#haze">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<if _drinks gt ($HS.addictionLv * 2)>> <<face hurt1 runny>> <<set $UN.KKG -->> There was a bucket beside me, thank god. I managed to aim as I spewed. As the game continued I was forced to drink and my body retched it up. They laughed at me. They criticized me. <<speech "Kappa">>"Can't hold your liquor."<</speech>> <<speech "Kappa">>"Baby."<</speech>> <<speech "Kappa">>"Weak."<</speech>> And I tried to muscle through. My muscles were certainly working. My throat burned, my eyes were on fire, my lips split. I couldn't wait until it was over. <br><br> Somehow, I made it home. I don't remember how. I was glad I ended up waking up in my bed that next morning. I smelled like vomit and body odor and I stumbled my way to the shower. I let the water hide my tears as I sobbed. <br><br> It hurt so badly and not just my body, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <<else>> <<set $UN.KKG ++>> Queasy as I felt, I was thankful for the iron stomach I'd developed over the years. Some girls would need a stomach pump, but I walked out on my own recognizance -- wobbly and stumbling and barely coherent as I was. <br><br> I forced myself to vomit once I got back to the dorms. I heard another girl in the stall next to me and I wondered if she was a KKG as well. I hoped she would survive the night. I hoped I would too. But my body wanted my bed, so I headed straight there. <br><br> I woke up in the middle of the night -- alcohol sleeps -- crying. The next morning in the shower. It hurt so badly and not just my body, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br> <<elseif $UN.greek == "KD">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Alyssa">> <<Stats Suggestible += 3>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<set _KDscore = 0>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<vCardCheck "Randos at Beta" M "Randos at Beta" "I was about to lose my virginity. I could smell it in the air. Not how I saw it going down..." "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<face ahego runny>> Alyssa leaned close as we crossed the threshold, <<speech "Alyssa">>"Now for the fun."<</speech>> I laughed uncomfortably. There was a sinister subtext to the way she said it, and I was concerned about hazing, so I hoped that I would be having fun. /* IMAGE (Needed): A group of college guys hanging out in a grungy basement, flies undone, pants down. Smiling eagerly. <<image framed "passage/UN003_hazing_scene6.png">> */ There were guys inside. I was confused: I thought this was against the rules. <<speech "President">>"Alright pretty ladies. Beta is our brother frat. We are family and what do we do for family?"<</speech>> <br><br> The guys grinned broadly as they responded, <<speech "Betas">>"Anything!"<</speech>> <<speech "President">>"That's right, chickadees. We take care of our family and they take care of us. And our brothers want to welcome their new little sisters."<</speech>> I could see the freakout in so many of the other girls. I wondered if mine was as apparent. We were being whored out to them. I felt the presence of all the girls behind us and the horny energy of all the guys in front of us. I knew that to do anything but go along with this meant not joining the sorority and being a social pariah. <br><br> So I tried to shut off my mind as one of the guys crossed to me, selected and brought downstairs, <<speech "President">>"Remember. Condoms, boys. We don't know where they've been. And //fuck// we ''know'' where you've all been."<</speech>> Their laughter echoed from the top of the stairs as we were groped and guided down. Me and this shlubby guy -- already thinning hair -- found our way to a couch and we started. My head was in his lap and getting him hard as he and his brothers began to talk about us as if we weren't there. <br><br> They compared us not just to each other, but to previous classes. To the girls upstairs. Some girls were crying, that stopped quick one way or another. Usually just harsh words and firm insistence, but others were more forceful. <br><br> Thankfully, they did use condoms. They. Because it wasn't just hairless shlub. Yeah, he fucked me, but we spent the //afternoon// <<linkexpand "down there.">>down there. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<set _KDscore ++>> Despite how it had begun, I couldn't help but like being out in front of everyone, hearing their comments, wanting their attention. It got me hot and allowed me to get into it.<br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>><<set _KDscore ++>> And, not gonna lie, I //love// sex and they were surprised to see my enthusiasm from the get-go. It wasn't well-received by the other girls and did wane by the end of the day -- even at my horniest, too much is too much.<br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<set _KDscore ++>> They loved the fit between my legs and it started a debate between them as to which of us was tightest. Based on their reactions, I'd say I led the pack.<br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>><<set _KDscore ++>> I knew how to throw it back, it was instinctive at this point and while most of the girls dead starfished their way through the afternoon, I was //in// each fuck. Maybe mostly just so it ended quicker, though it also made me a more attractive pick for repeat 'customers'.<br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>><<set _KDscore ++>> Annoyingly, I quickly got a rep for being really good with my mouth and so guys even came to me when they weren't interested in having a go, or I was otherwise occupied, just to help them get ready and recover.<br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>><<set _KDscore ++>> More than anything else, I was so glad for my easy trigger. And the guys thought they were studs. My legs were trembling after the first hour or so and I could barely move after hour two. I came so many times. I was melted goo and thanking my body for making this a much more pleasurable experience.<br> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 7>><<set _KDscore += 2>> <<set $UN.CBC += 15>> <<addBody "Balding Shlub from Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Cute guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Loser from Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Redhead from Beta" M "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Smelled like beer from Beta" M "age: 21" "ethnicity: latin">> <<addBody "Built guy from Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: black">> <<addBody "Kind guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "President of Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Bluto from Beta" M "age: 23" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Hung guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Vice President of Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: latin">> <<addBody "Secretary of Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: asian">> <<addBody "Rush President of Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Super Senior of Beta" M "age: 24" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Hairy guy from Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> It was unending. I felt like I was constantly getting shoved from my back to all fours, a new dick in my face before the last one was done. Seeing the same face a couple times. I was a favorite, I was wanted, I was the prize of the day and they took as much as they could, as if this opportunity would never happen again -- it wouldn't. By the end my knees were raw, my hands pruned, my hair an absolute mess. By the end, sex had lost its mystique and allure: more of a function than something to enjoy. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>><<set _KDscore ++>> <<set $UN.CBC += 11>> <<addBody "Balding Shlub from Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Cute guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Loser from Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Redhead from Beta" M "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Smelled like beer from Beta" M "age: 21" "ethnicity: latin">> <<addBody "Built guy from Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: black">> <<addBody "Kind guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "President of Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Bluto from Beta" M "age: 23" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Hung guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Vice President of Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: latin">> I was in disbelief. There was no respite. Other girls had pauses to get to the restroom or just take a breather, but I was a highlight for these guys and maneuvered from one to the other. There was another pledge similarly hazed and we looked plaintively across at each other as we rocked from the impact of our new partner. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set $UN.CBC += 8>> <<addBody "Balding Shlub from Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Cute guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Loser from Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Redhead from Beta" M "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Smelled like beer from Beta" M "age: 21" "ethnicity: latin">> <<addBody "Built guy from Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: black">> <<addBody "Kind guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "President of Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: white">> I was glad to get a break to go to the bathroom for a breather, but these guys came prepared. They probably had the day on the calendar circled and they were excited to get their dicks sucked and fucked. I saw a good portion of the fraternity that afternoon and knew them far more intimately than I would otherwise have wanted to. <<else>><<set _KDscore -->> <<set $UN.CBC += 5>> <<addBody "Balding Shlub from Beta" M "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Cute guy from Beta" M "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Loser from Beta" M "age: 22" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Redhead from Beta" M "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<addBody "Smelled like beer from Beta" M "age: 21" "ethnicity: latin">> I was not picked often, just having to watch my fellow pledges get railed in front of me, beside me. And then some guy would notice that I was 'fresh' and that was good enough for him. Or his pick was busy. <</if>> <br><br> No matter how hung or good the guys were, no matter how much I enjoyed any particular moment of it, the experience had been cold, impersonal and dehumanizing. I cried that night. The next morning in the shower. It hurt so badly and not just my pussy, mouth, throat and my tired legs, but my raw heart. Girls were brutal. And now I was one of them. And I'd be doing this to other girls next year. <br><br> And now, we were allowed to be initiated. To actually join the sorority. It was over. Thank [[God|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <br><br> <<if _KDscore gt 5>><<set $UN.KD ++>><<else>><<set $UN.KD -->><</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryTextPrefix = "I guess I should have known that KD would have meant a trade, a loss of some kind. As much as this wasn't my //fault//, I still had done it. I had crossed a boundry that I had promised not to.">> <<set _noChance = true>> <<set _noChanceText = "After that, there was no way I could keep up the ruse with <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. What I had done was beyond the pale. Far exceeding anything they had done to me before. 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.">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $UN.greek == "DZ">> <<set $People['UN'].SoroSister.name = "Christen">> I wondered what hazing was going to be like. What the indoctrination of a DZ would be. Would the facade fall and they'd become some sick, sadistic group of witches? <br><br> No. There was a scavenger hunt and we scrambled all over campus to find clues about the girls who'd be our 'big sis' or the other members of our sorority. We learned history, we learned where DZs studied and ate. Meanwhile I heard screams and crying from the other houses on Greek Row. I couldn't help but feel lucky. Very lucky. <br><br> And that was it. Time to become a DZ and leave the rigors of rushing [[behind us|UN004 - GreekLyfe]]. <</if>> </div>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> <<image framed "passage/uni.class.png">> Sociology 101 had been kicking my __ass__. No matter whether I studied my ass off or paid attention in class or took notes or...//all// of it...I was pulling Cs. Not a good look for my first Semester. <br><br> And it's shitty! Professor Medina is absolutely ''electric''. He's impassioned and engaging. And each of those grades made me feel like I wasn't just failing myself, but I was failing him. Playful hazel eyes that danced when he gave out weird class activities or coursework. Salt and pepper hair that let him look young while hinted at his age and sophistication. <br><br> I knew some other girls had a crush on him and he was known around campus, whether or not someone had taken the introductory course. It called to memory that moment in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the student blinks "Love You" to Indiana Jones. <br><br> And then came our office <<linkexpand "hours.">> hours. <br><br><br> He held the door open for me, which was weird. I double-checked the ring on his finger: yep, married. And then he leaned forward kindly as we settled into the office. Door closed. <<speech "Professor Medina">>"So, how can I help, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <br><br> Was I imagining the way he was looking at me? Was it subconscious desire on my part? His? Did it matter? <div id="prof"> <<crossroads #prof>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> I could try and use it to my advantage and threaten to blackmail him for a better grade. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. <<speechPC>>"Well, I could use some help."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Mhm."<</speech>> I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <<speechPC>>"I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--"<</speechPC>> I flipped through the pages in frustration, <<speechPC>>"What does this comment even mean?"<</speechPC>> I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. I could see his eyes searching mine and I raised an eyebrow. He leaned forward slightly and without calling him out, I sat back and crossed my legs. <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Well...I guess you aren't going to do well in my class."<</speech>> Oh, really? I began to take notes and not on class, but his behavior with me and other girls. The other ones were playing into it and he loved the attention. He had wanted mine in his office that day and those chickens would be coming home to roost. <br><br> Once I felt I had enough data points, I went to the administration with my journal and left the subtext of talking to reporters under everything I said. They scrambled. They took it incredibly seriously and there was a mediation. <br><br> The dancing had left his eyes. He was vociferous in his defense but he was no longer impassioned. I was grinning inwardly as I felt the power shifting my way. <br><br><br> And so did the [[grades|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<path ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 && $HS.LDR == false) || $HS.fidelity !== "committed" || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cheating")>> Maybe I could 'bargain' for a better grade. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough or has a long-distance relationship <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $UN.professor = true>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<liftUpDress>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. <<speechPC>>"Well, I could use some help."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Mhm."<</speech>> I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <<speechPC>>"I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--"<</speechPC>> I flipped through the pages in frustration, <<speechPC>>"What does this comment even mean?"<</speechPC>> I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. <br><br><br> Oh. //Fuck// //it//. I grabbed his open collar and awkwardly leaned into the edge of my desk. Our lips met and I felt the energy in his kiss that matched what I had seen in his eyes moments before. His hand reached out, trying to steady me as he could tell the uncomfortable angle and hips pressing against the front edge of his desk were not...the best. The cold metal of his ring pressed to bare skin: a reminder of what we were doing. <br><br> And then I felt his fingers dig in. From a helpful brace to lifting me up onto his desk, my ass hitting the desk and the furled test papers underneath me as he hungrily drew me towards him. New cold metal pricked at my skin as I felt the staple at the corner of my poor coursework. <br><br> By that point, I was at the other end of the desk, the backside digging into my backside as <<skillChecked "Wearing underwear">> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> was dragged down my thighs <<else>> his hands found my unprotected mound and started to stroke <</if>>. I kipped my knees up and pulled tighter at his collar -- I could hear some fabric rip. But that might have been his pants with how forceful he was dropping his zipper. <br><br> And then it was to the races, my chin tucked against his neck as he urgently began ramming between my open thighs. There was no time for foreplay or even time for what we were doing. I bit down on my lower lip to contain both the cries of discomfort and pleasure. I felt metal again: his fly, digging in at the supple skin of my mons, but this metal wasn't cold, or maybe that was just the friction. <br><br><br> I think it took a grand total of thirty seconds, my unpreparedness probably making the fit extra snug, plus the excitement and suddenness making his peak simple. He was pumping himself into me as I listened to his heavy, content breathing, his belt buckle rubbing against my lower stomach as he dug himself deep inside me <<linkexpand "to unload.">> <<cumSpray pussy2>> <br><br> He looked down at me as his cock throbbed, finished. He was searching for a reaction from me so I quickly leaned up and gave him a kiss. He mouthed a "Sorry" and I waved it off. <br><br> I slid off the desk, using my test to try and catch anything that came out and we awkwardly chuckled and tried to find a way to switch gears. I had paper cuts on my ass from my test, but since it was destroyed, he had to give me a new grade...an A. <br><br><br> The other grades fell in line while we continued meeting at hotels and his car. Occasionally, his desk to rekindle the first time, and once -- at his own house when his wife was away. <br><br><br> The other times were //much// [[better|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<if $Body.virgin == false>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <</if>> <<vCardCheck "Professor Medina" M "Professor Medina" "age: 34" "ethnicity: latin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "Would they possibly understand what I had done? Was it excusable? No...certainly not. But...we hadn't really talked about these kind of situations...maybe...">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I could try and ignore the sexual undercurrent if he was serious. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, as I dug in my bag for my most recent test. <<speechPC>>"Well, I could use some help."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Mhm."<</speech>> Wait where were his eyes looking? I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer, tightened the proximity of my thighs. <<speechPC>>"I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--"<</speechPC>> I flipped through the pages in frustration, <<speechPC>>"What does this comment even mean?"<</speechPC>> I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. I coughed and pulled back slightly, <<speechPC>>"I just...don't understand."<</speechPC>> He nodded, the light flickering out in the hazel as he looked down at the red pen, rather than my face. <<speech "Professor Medina">>"I can tell...You're just going to have to work harder in my class or you aren't going to do well."<</speech>> It was a slap in my face. No offer of assistance, just a declaration that I wasn't good enough. <<speechPC>>"Harder? Than //twelve// hours for a test? I can't do that for ''all'' my classes."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"You won't."<</speech>> His smile was self-righteous, <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Just mine."<</speech>> And that's how it went. I dug in and did what I could, cutting time for other classes so I could raise my grades in Sociology. It worked a bit, but once the report card hit, it felt like I had robbed Paul to pay Professor Medina. <br><br><br> Asshole. I guess I'd be the one girl on campus //not// talking about him in a [[positive light|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I could tease him. He couldn't touch me but he could really //want// to... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an exhibitionist. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> I scooted forward in the chair, letting my thighs part enough to peek as I dug in my bag a //bit// too long for my most recent test. <<speechPC>>"Well, I could use some help."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Mhm."<</speech>> I didn't take the moment to check to see if he was looking, I put the test on his desk and pulled my chair closer. <<speechPC>>"I honestly spent twelve hours preparing for this test--"<</speechPC>> I flipped through the pages in frustration, <<speechPC>>"What does this comment even mean?"<</speechPC>> I dropped an open palm on the test, pointing to some red mark as I finally looked up. <br><br> We were close. His eyes stared into mine and I saw that light dancing in them. I let the moment last. The moment I saw his muscles tighten -- he was about to try and kiss me -- I pulled back and sighed looking off to the side. I let my thighs stay open and I played with a necklace by my cleavage, <<speechPC>>"I just don't understand."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor Medina">>"Oh, it's okay. I have office hours twice a week. How about we make this a regular thing?"<</speech>> I could hear the hope in his voice that eventually he'd be getting between my open legs. <br><br> I wore more revealing clothes to his class, stayed after to flirt and went to every single appointment at his office hours. <br><br> I got to pull back from the twelve hour cramming sessions and never got crammed by him, but my grades did [[go up|UN005 - DatingLyfe]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<skillChecked "Childhood activities and Clique">> <<set _isSporty = (Array("gym", "sporty", "cheer", "dance", "beach", "outdoors").includes($CC.hsv) || $CC.clique === "Sports" || Array("active").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("gym", "cheer", "dance").includes($CC.activity) || Array("sporty", "beach", "outdoors", "cheer").includes($CC.freetime) || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 5)>> I sat at my desk between periods and looked down at a doodle that I had done. I don't know what had come over me, but I had written out two columns: Activity and Time. I had listed all my classes, and homework expectations on the left -- oh, and all my other 'time sinks' like eating, sleeping, socializing, partying, <<if $UN.rush == true>> sorority responsibilities,<</if>> and like maintaining myself. On the right was the estimated amount of every week that I'd have to devote to it. /* IMAGE (Needed): A notebook page with two columns, "Activity" and "Time", with various entries under each. <<image framed "passage/UN004_Extracurriculars_TimeManagement.png">> */ */ How had all my time been eaten up? Did Professors //actually// expect me to spend that much time on their classes? Would I fail if I didn't? Luckily, I wasn't running in the red, and there was -- surprisingly -- a little black. Which meant I had could fit something else in. Round out my time with something that fed my soul. <br><br><br> <<if _isSporty>> I really missed being active, so I considered red-shirting a team or otherwise getting my body in motion: <<else>> While I hadn't really cared about it before, the college meals, the drinking, I could feel it was taking its toll, so I considered getting my body in motion: <</if>> <div id="extra"> <<crossroads #extra>> <<path $UN.extracurricular is "cheer_blocked">> Being a college cheerleader wasn't easy business. It was a combination of club cheer competitions and the expected sideline cheering. //But// it did get a lot of attention and was the highest tier of cheering. No offense to the Dolphins or Cowboys cheer squads, but no one cared after the collegiate level. <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <<path>> There was a female culture of being in the gym whenever you weren't in classes or partying. Staying hotter than everyone else was a full-time job. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extracurriculars_Treadmill.png">> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "workout">> Between classes and especially in the hours leading up to a night of going out, I found my elliptical. I popped in my earbuds and just sweat. The room smelled of mildew and rang with dropping weights -- when the competitive teams weren't lifting weights, there were guys aplenty though they seemed more focused on me and the other girls than they were on a workout. <br><br><br> It was kind of meditative in a way. The thumping of my feet a bass track over the hum of the machine, all underlying the playlist in my ears. I just zoned out and let my body [[burn|UN004 - Extra2]]. <<path>> Could always pick up the discipline of yoga, finally. Feminine and calming while being strenuous and athletic. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "yoga">> <<outfit yoga>> <br><br> While sweating and grunting in the BO-crusted gym was not my idea of a good time, I knew I couldn't //enjoy// college and not focus on staying fit. So, like many who had gone before me, I took up yoga. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/uni.yoga.png">> Exercise while avoiding big muscles, avoid leering eyes of guys (usually), and have an excuse to look super cute in some Alo or Lulu. Vinyasa, hot yoga, I was down for any and all of it. I got a mat, some blocks, but most importantly: the 'fit to get fit. <br><br> It was an escape from the monotony and bubble of college life, while also providing a release and glow. And there was a bit of me that couldn't help but internally smile as I saw other girls confused at how I stayed looking the way I did. They didn't see me at the gym, bouncing away with the rest of them on their stupid ellipticals. <br><br><br> A kind of metaphor maybe: me [[in the flow|UN004 - Extra2]] and them running in place. <<path !_isSporty || $CC.hsv == "act" || Array("Nerd","Rebel","Loser").includes($CC.clique)>> There was the theatre program -- could get my act on, express myself. <<blocked>> $CC.name was more of a jock in high school. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "act">> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extracurriculars-Masks.png">> We weren't any Julliard, but that meant open auditions. Anyone could join the thespian ranks. And they received me with open arms. One more for their enclave of actors. <<if $CC.hsv == "act">>Sure, I'd done it before, but so had all of the others -- couldn't hurt to expand my skills and maybe pursue acting more professionally. <</if>> <br><br> The theatre was situated in a former church on campus that had been converted into a black box. To everyone who took part in college theatre, it was a sort of religion. Open as they were, accepting as they appeared to be, they were still as catty and political as any other theatre grop. Airs of superiority and a calcified social hierarchy that were almost impossible to break into. Status revolved around casting, which revolved around quarterly [[auditions|UN004 - Extra2]], which established social power. A nice little Catch-22. <<path>> Money to help pay for books, school, things...make sure that <<if $CC.dad == 2>>the family name<<else>>Dad<</if>> wasn't getting massive credit card statements and having to have //those// uncomfortable conversations. So, a //job//? <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "job">> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extracurriculars-Purse.png">> <<if $CC.hsv == "job">> <<Stats Stable ++>> I don't know if I was really surprised. I'd had a job of one kind or another even before anyone could hire me. Still, there was a part of me deep down that I think hoped that I'd be at school for, ya know, school. But no, looks like I'd be working all my life. <<else>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> I didn't //have// to work. That's for sure. Maybe I felt guilty a bit, or felt like since I was getting older I should start putting in my share of effort rather than make <<if $CC.dad == 2>>anyone else<<else>>Dad<</if>> carry the entire load. Get my hands dirty, see how the other half lived...maybe get some experience before I actually had to work. <<else>> I had been lucky up to this point that I had been supported and not had to get a job yet. It's not like we were flush with cash, but I had been protected from having to grow up too fast. But it was time for me to jump into the deep end and at least get some experience before I //had// to work in a couple of years. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> Few other kids were clocking hours -- especially <<if $UN.rush == true>>my friends<<else>>the kids<</if>> on Greek row, but there was a small contingent of us that were eschewing hours of partying and studying to make sure that we //could// party from time to time. We kept it to ourselves because there was some social capital to be lost when people knew you were a 'peon'. <br><br> There was the perk of getting out of the bubble. So it wasn't all bad having [[my job|UN004 - Extra2]]. <<path !_isSporty>> Could just enjoy a bit of relaxation and keep that black black. A flex 'account' of time and energy (and a little money) as it were, to help out whenever things cropped up. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too active. <<contents>> <<set $UN.extracurricular = "none">> <<image framed "passage/uni.dorm.png">> While other students were filling their 'free time' with other activities, I enjoyed the calm and quiet of the dorm undisturbed. I could take lunch at off-hours, I could shift when I did homework. It gave a flexibility that put me at ease. <br><br> At first, I think people thought I was shy, or overwhelmed, or just burnt out. But if everyone always sees you in your room, or hanging out at the dorm, or just chilling on the Quad, questions start to form: nerd who always studies? is she going to class? Nah. None of the above. And all of the above, kinda. This was my last hurrah before like, real life, and I wanted to enjoy myself and avoid any unnecessary pressure. <br><br> Still, I had to do //something// with the time, even if it was nothing. That whole 'even not making a decision' is '[[making a decision|UN004 - Extra2]]'' kind of concept. <<path $UN.extracurricular is "model_blocked">> While it wasn't quite an 'extra-curricular,' modeling certainly was an interesting thing to do with my time. Who knew where it could lead! <<blocked>> Subscriber Content Only! <<contents>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> The black box could hardly contain all the auditioners. There were //this// many theatre kids here? I thought it was a feeder school. <br><br> Off to one side, students prepared, earbuds in. Others paced the raised wooden central platform ('stage'), doing vocal trills and stretching exercises. The third group, more intense than the other two, recited their monologues against walls and directly into corners. Finally, the cabal of upper classmen sat in the audience and inspecting their 'competition' while they laughing loudly to make the rest uncomfortable, or talked even louder about previous roles -- each piggybacking to commend those performances as the best of all time. <br><br> You could feel the nerves in the air. When a Professor would appear, all activity stopped on a dime -- was the audition starting now? No. They were just grabbing some papers. Now? No, putting their stuff down. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Now.">> <<skillChecked "Confident" "Attractiveness" "Performance">> Now. <br><br><br> The three Professors who would be our directors sat in the audience, shooing the upper classmen away to join the rest of us -- auspices of parity and fairness, but you could see the smiles and knowing nods. They'd worked together already and the season was crafted only knowing about these students as potential role fillers, not us. We were the question mark. <br><br> Not even bothering sitting down, one of the -- likely seniors -- a zoftig girl with curly red hair stepped confidently onto the platform. She knew the format, so in that way it was a great instruction for the rest of us, name, year, material. She launched into Lady Macbeth, wringing her hands and barely holding back tears until the final words. It was passionate, but it felt overly practiced. Her crew applauded and cheered as she stepped off the stage and headed back to the seats. <br><br> One by one, the more confident and older students jumped up to take their turn on the stage. It seemed to be volunteer-based... <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> Eh, who gives a fuck. I wasn't going to sit back idly while all these older assholes tried to show off. I jumped up onto the stage early and happy to see one of the seniors having to awkwardly find their seat again. <<else>> I waited more til the end, not needing to draw attention to myself and I hoped that the order didn't materially matter for our casting. <</if>> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-Theater.png">> <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm a Freshman, <<print $CC.name>>. And I'll be doing Violet from August: Osage County."<</speechPC>> I launched in. <br><br> And then, as suddenly as it started, I finished: <<speechPC>>"...thats where I got it from."<</speechPC>> A pause, for a reaction: dismissal or approval. <<linkexpand "I waited.">>I waited. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 8>> <<set $Memories.push("Naked on stage")>> <<face shock runny>> <<speech "Some Guy">>"Wow."<</speech>> I don't know what guy said it, but the words hung on the air as the room got even colder. The Professors were shuffling around and the older girls were talking in hushed voices, leaning in together and staring daggers at me. <br><br> I had //killed// it. I couldn't help but smile as I stepped down off the stage and headed back to my seat. Even some of the other first-years were leaning over to say hi and congrats. <br><br> The results posted the next day made me laugh. I had to take a photo at the cast list. Ophelia in Hamlet, Dottie Smith in "Killer Joe", Wendla in the play "Spring Awakening" -- there was a single leading female role I didn't get for the season. I was floored, I was stunned, I was ecstatic. And this was my //freshman// season. I could only imagine how things would go from here. <br><br> The other girls were not talking to me. The guys didn't seem to care. They were all fawning over my audition and I enjoyed the attention. The Professors were all up in my business from moment one. Literally as I was taking a photo of the cast list, a tall man with silvery hair came out. He was awkward, with a stuttering cadence of his speech, <<speech "Professor">>"Oh. Good. <<print $CC.name>>. I wanted to find you before we went to far ahead."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure, yeah, what's up?"<</speechPC>> I said, my cheeks flushed, my eyes blinking back tears. <br><br> He guided me over into his office and sat me down, <<speech "Professor">>"So, you know about our theatre program, yes?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I mean, I auditioned, didn't I?"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, <<speech "Professor">>"No, no. What I mean is: we're //very// cutting edge. Even for a small program that we have."<</speech>> He said it proudly, as if it were a rising Yale. <<speechPC>>"Okay..."<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure what he was getting at. <<speech "Professor">>"With your talent, I'm sure you know the material of the season?"<</speech>> I shook my head, <<speech "Professor">>"Well, it's edgy material and highly sexual. Most of our seasons deal with heady and triggering material."<</speech>> I nodded slowly, <<speech "Professor">>"So, you're fine with it?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Wait. So...I'll be naked. On stage?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Professor">>"Yes, your roles call for nudity and sex scenes in a couple of places. Ophelia, while not //nude//, her costuming won't leave much to the imagination."<</speech>> He hemmed for a moment, considering what he had just said, <<speech "Professor">>"There are directing suggestions I have for her ultimate scene."<</speech>> I coughed and flushed brighter as the images flooded my imagination. <<speech "Professor">>"If you aren't comfortable, we //will// need to recast. And promptly."<</speech>> <br><br> I felt the pressure, I understood that all this sudden and miraculous success rode on me being willing to let any and everyone who felt like showing up for a play to see me naked. Every night of...it sounded like every show I was in. And sex scenes. Jesus. Big ask for freshman girl. But I nodded, not wanting to let go of the opportunity. I'd figure out a way to get through it on my own <<linkexpand "time.">>time. <br><br> The crowds were packed. I didn't know if it was because of the sex and nudity, the quality of the production or what, but every single night we had a full house. Of every show, even Hamlet. I had sex on stage in Killer Joe, in Spring Awakening, and I was encouraged for Ophelia to lean into a sexual relationship with Hamlet. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>And I'm not going to lie, I was fucking horned up every night with so many eyeballs on me. I offered to do the nudity during our final rehearsals and through dress, which was greatly appreciated by the directors and the male cast. And my Melchior, Hamlet, and Joe loved poking fun of me how clearly aroused I was each night when we got to our scenes.<</if>> <br><br> Despite the prohibition against recording and photography, each night a new video leaked. New pictures circulated. Probably well past my graduation. So...everyone knew what I looked like naked, either first-hand or second. But I was known all around campus and had gotten an unparalleled first year casting. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 5>> <<set $Memories.push("Naked on stage")>> <<face shock>> The first thing I heard was the chittering of the girls as they leaned into each other and started giving me the evil eye. I was competition. Cool. That meant a good job, but it also meant I had a target on my back. Eventually, I'd probably end up in that elite group that was judging the other auditioning girls with a extreme prejudice, but for the time being I would have to placate the theatre queens and not burn any bridges. <br><br> The results posted the next day made me grin, while I wasn't going to be Ophelia in Hamlet, but I would be Dottie Smith in "Killer Joe." I guess I had picked the right playwright. <br><br> Then I read the play and realized that...I'd be naked on stage? Would that be okay at this level? Was that expected of me? If I asked would I potentially lose the role? <br><br> Carefully, I found one of the female professors and pulled out the book to show her the scene. She cut me off before I got to even ask the question, <<speech "Professor">>"You're okay with being naked, right?"<</speech>> Well, there was my answer. I nodded and ended the conversation. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> And I'm not going to lie, I was fucking horned up every night with so many eyeballs on me. I offered to do the nudity during our final rehearsals and through dress, which was greatly appreciated by the directors and the male cast. And my Joe loved poking fun of me how clearly aroused I was each night when we got to our scenes. <br><br> <</if>> It definitely was a draw. We were packed every single night and there were photos and videos floated around the school -- probably even after I graduated -- of my 'performance' despite the warnings against the use of cameras. So...everyone knew what I looked like naked, either first-hand or second. But I was known all around campus and had gotten a big part my first year. <<else>> <<face angry>> A smattering of kind applause, but I could see from the smiles and looks the older actors were giving each other, they were less than impressed. Fuck. Well, I had tried. I'd have a few more years to refine my material and skills and knock it out of the park later on. This wasn't the end of everything. <br><br> And the results posted the next day proved my fears correct. I'd play some one-line roles here and there throughout the season, but I wouldn't be carrying any of the shows. <</if>> <br><br><br> Rehearsals comprised most evenings and weekends, which took away from my feeling of broader connectedness to my class and the student body, but instead I felt a special closeness with my fellow [[theatre kids|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> I got to know the 'breathing' of campus. By being around and apart, I got a sense for the rhythms of school: the rush for meals, between classes, to pre-game before a night's parties, the exodus off campus to hit the town; and the ebb when they were in classes, studying in the library, off at whatever event. And with that came the sympathetic cadence of the non-students: the grounds crew, the instructors and administrators. Sitting on the Quad was like a perch that allowed me to really understand the mechanics of the school. <br><br> People who I didn't know, I //knew//. Who they ran with, who they were into, what their business was. Everyone else was so wrapped up in themselves and what they were doing and who they were with, they couldn't see the trees for the forest. I felt like a voyeur, and I didn't even have to hide. It was exhilarating. <br><br> With that knowledge came power and people began to come to me for advice -- having no clue why my recommendations were so on-point -- or to find out the dirt on people. While I loved having the power, the hard part was that I couldn't just be an open door for anyone. There had to be some gate or the power was gone. So I had to decide what my rules were, who I would help and for what. <br><br> Campus Information Broker <<print $CC.name>>. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-Kiosk.png">> <div id="broker"> My preferred clientele? <br><br> There was something about <<link "snitching">><<replace "#broker">> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> In my mind, we had all come to college to learn and it irked me that some kids -- athletes, partiers, whoever -- felt that they could get away with having extra fun and still achieve good grades. It didn't feel fair to me, so I collected a little dirt here or there and left it for TA's or professors to catch the cheaters. <br><br> Now, people got expelled. Notes, paper writing, and test answer businesses got shut down. Probably entire careers tanked because of //their// decisions that ended them up in hot water. That wasn't the intended outcome, I was just trying to balance the scales and ensure that the people who worked for it got ahead. <br><br> And people knew. They could put the pieces together and trace it all back to me. I lost friends over it, but were they really friends if me doing the __right__ thing was what shut the door between us? I didn't need them anyway. <br><br> <div id="pay"> What did I like to receive in return?<br><br> //I// was the one who saw my academic prospects <<link "improve">><<replace "#pay">> <<set $UN.test ++>> It's not that there was a tit-for-tat. That would have been wrong in its own right. And I didn't ask for anything either. But I think that the teachers appreciated having the scales set right again. It meant that they could do their job without feeling taken advantage of -- students now had to actually put in effort and value their classes. <br><br> On the other hand, it was nice that occasionally I received some partial credit that maybe I wasn't entirely entitled to, or a result on a paper was kinder than it probably should have been. <br><br> Now. Just to be clear, that was //not// why I continued to do it. Just a nice [[perk|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>.<br> I felt kind of like <<link "Batman">><<replace #pay>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I was a collegiate vigilante. I was the one who worked outside the system to ensure that the system was working right. I was the one to be feared. And I walked among them, wearing the mask that was me while I kept my secret identity hidden. <br><br> Just saying that hurts a bit. I wondered from time to time if that was the part of me what was Mom speaking. Was that what she enjoyed? Is that what it felt like to be undercover? Was that the exhilaration of being a spy? <br><br> In some ways I was. And my mind wandered to her and my last memories of her. And I hoped that maybe, just maybe, she was just deep [[undercover|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>, or at least a private eye. <br> </div> <</replace>><</link>> on students that I enjoyed. <br> People came to me in matters of <<link "love">><<replace "#broker">> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> I saw the goings and comings (not that kind) of people around campus and I could connect the dots. At first, I simply offered a couple friends some advice about this girl or that guy they were pining over. And I was right. They were floored. I had saved them from a slut. <br><br> It spread like wildfire that I had some kind of sixth sense or inside scoop on people around campus. I really had to up my game and tune my senses a bit more specifically to what people were up to. In the beginning, I had just been keyed in on a couple of people because I knew my friends were interested and some red flags were thrown. Now it was a case where I needed to know everyone's business. <br><br> But kids at school weren't exactly crafty: they'd get drunk and do or say something stupid, or just think that they were invisible amongst the hundreds of other students. They weren't. I knew who was hooking up with who and people came to me for that knowledge. <br><br> I wasn't about to do it for free, though. This was //work//. <br><br> Just by asking their questions, they were giving me tidbits of information. I knew what they were interested in, I knew who was really being the request. But that wasn't enough compensation. <br><br> Initially, people balked at my request for payment, but when it was their heart (or dick) thinking -- and it always was -- it's amazing at how quick they changed their mind. The information could feed the machine: relationships, dirt, stories. Or it could be things that were more tangible to me and made my life far easier and enjoyable. <br><br> I had to lead them by the nose at first, but once my knowledge started to speak for itself, people started to spill their guts without me asking. I received far more than enough payment then. <br><br> I held the power to decide what they had offered wasn't enough. Free info. I meted out what I deemed necessary and ensured I always got more than I gave. <br><br> And hell, it wasn't bad to be able to control who was hooking up with who -- who had the chances, who was going to fall flat on their face. And I always knew who was interested in me. <br><br> I never was bored, that's for [[sure|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</replace>><</link>>and lust. <br> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> There were tons of options, especially with the flexibility of classes. I could work late. Get up early. Hell, between classes. I could work weekend, I could load up my credits on a single day. So it really came down to what I //wanted// to do if I was going to find gainful employment. <div id="job"> <<crossroads #job>> <<path>> Nannying was both flexible and lucrative. <<contents>> <<set $UN.job = "nanny">> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <br><br> Essentially, I was a babysitter. But being a college student gave me a lot more credibility than other options. And for good reason! When I look back at how irresponsible and idiotic I was just a few years ago, why wouldn't you want to hire someone with a developed pre-frontal cortex, established work ethic and discipline? Well, cost. I commanded a better price because of my qualities and stability, but mostly because I needed to pay for college. On the other hand, they kind of expected me to be available and ready to tutor their kids. A package deal, I guess. <br><br> I found a nice (and wealthy) family not too far from campus. The Reddings were relatively understanding about the flux in my day-to-day and their kids, Darcy and Delvin, were sweet -- and I didn't have to change diapers. Darcy was navigating her way through the awkward, frustrating and hyper-emotional high school years while Delvin was practically my peer. I think that's one of the reasons they picked me: I was a ready-made college counselor for him. Sure, it was weird to be 'babysitting' someone practically my age and it caused for a bit of friction, but I wasn't going to say no to the money. <br><br> Mrs. Redding -- Debbie -- was ready for the empty nest. She filled her days with other activities and seemed to want to avoid parenting any more. She was hell-bent to offload her kids on me as often as she could manage. <br><br> Mr. Redding -- Ned -- seemed like this was maybe his second or third marriage and first foray into family. A business man with a swagger that ready sales, when we were all together, it felt like there were three generations. Me and the kids, Debbie (almost could lump her in with us), and Ned. That's how stark the age difference was. <br><br><br> And the Reddings became my second family. A home away from [[home|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path>> Office work was less flexible and had weird expectations, but it was 'real'-world experience. <<contents>> <<outfit office>> <<set $UN.job = "admin">> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.office.png">> <br><br> After college, likely I'd end up in some sort day-job. I don't think I saw myself in the kind of office that <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>> worked in, but I figured: hey, I had the opportunity and getting an internship, some skills, something on my resume sooner rather than later couldn't hurt when that eventuality did come to pass. <br><br> Because my life was going to be normal. School straight to typical working adulthood. Of course. <br><br> I applied, got a bit of an office wardrobe, and got a job. My palms were sweaty at the interview -- yeah, just took one -- even though it was practically for the mail room. I was so nervous I'd be rejected, something on my blank page of a resume would set off an alarm and I'd be jobless for the rest of my life. <br><br> But nope, I was a body to fill the role. And I have no doubt that a pretty young girl showing up for the position was far preferable to the white men who ran the office than some brown nosing dude. It had it's own implications, but that's the way of the world, right? <br><br> So I picked up the part-time work and learned some things, found out why mundane jobs were mundane: they were boring as fuck. And a lot of it was finding ways to avoid doing work, looking busy rather than being busy. It kind of made me wonder why jobs even existed if everyone was trying not to do them. <br><br><br> But the paycheck was a good enough reason to keep coming [[back|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 && $Body.age gte 0>> OnlyFans could lead to a lot of money, but was risky that people would find out...and become a college pariah. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough or isn't of age. <<contents>> <<set $UN.job = "OF">> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-Onlyfans.png">> It was after the explosion of OnlyFans, to be honest. There were other pretender sites and it had become normalized by the time that I got into it. I remember there being 'cam girls' growing up and now this was the new form that had evolved in the industry. <br><br> And because it was normalized, there was a //lot// of competition. There were so many people on the platform: singles, couples, actual porn stars. People who had long-standing audiences. People who would do anything. <br><br> I knew it was going to be hard to break in, but I hoped that I had something unique to me that would do the trick. Or that guys were just horny enough to want to see someone new, someone younger and 'amateur', someone like me...stumbling my way to finding my OF voice. <br><br> So, I scheduled my time to ensure that I had alone time with no disturbances, made it consistent so people knew when to expect releases from me or when I'd be live. I grabbed a camera and some lingerie and made my gambit to exchange my body for money. <br><br> Part of it was my own sex appeal. Part of it was what I was willing to do and show. Part of it was spending the time to build up a client base. Part of it was teasing and -- not just acting -- some was out and out manipulation. But it was part of the game. <br><br> There was a big learning curve, and while I knew it was going to be hard to keep things under wraps since the internet is...the internet...I didn't realize how much I'd need to leverage social media and that meant far more people knew who I was, on campus, off, back at home. <br><br><br> And I'm certain across the world. It was a double-edged [[sword|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path $Body.age gte 0 && (($CC.maleAttention gt 1 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1) || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men"))>> I didn't have to //actually// work if I entertained being a Sugar Baby. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't appreciate Older men or their 'appreciation' that way, or isn't of age. <<contents>> <<set $UN.job = "sugar">> <<Stats Wiles += 2>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 9>> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-SugarBaby.png">> There had been articles when I was growing up about how girls were paying their way through college by being 'Sugar Babies.' Some did porn, too. Passe were the girls who 'simply' stripped. Everything was becoming mainstream, so by the time I considered the idea, being a Sugar Baby was kind of legitimized. <br><br> It wasn't //quite// escorting, because I developed only a relationship or two over the years, rather than potentially a bevvy of partners. So it wasn't being a prostitute. It was an exchange. The men didn't want to feel like they were entertaining sex workers when they were being entertained, and I definitely didn't want to think of myself as one. <br><br> Sex wasn't always on the table. There were some girls that we SBs that __never__ had sex with the men they were with. These men were rich and wanted company. <br><br> I was more than happy to provide the company and receive gifts of clothes, jewelry...or just cold, hard cash. And I always had someone in my court when I ran on hard times. They were powerful people in the community and actively cared about me. It was a second support system beyond my friends and <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. I just had to keep any of them from finding out about the Sugar Daddy. <br><br><br> The Sugar Daddy of note in college was Robert Smith III. His name was bland, but there was something about him that kept my attention. It was a two-way street and I never felt pressured or obligated. It was consensual. And maybe it was his [[money|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path>> And then there was the tried and true restaurant work. <<contents>> <<outfit hooters>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-Hooters.png">> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <br><br> It wasn't glorious, but it did the trick. At first, I worked at a chain restaurant where most of the food was microwaved and the turnover in staff was breakneck. But they said yes as soon as I applied and it built up my 'resume'. Eventually, I found my way into a sexy, popular joint in the gentrifying part of town called Two Bridges. <br><br> No matter where I worked, though, my feet ached, I crashed in bed without brushing my teeth or showering probably too often for my own good, and I had occasional awkward run-ins with people I went to school with. <br><br> I was the help, but honestly, that grounded me. <br><br> And there were the perks of a broader group of friends, some free food and drinks, and self-respect. And now, I knew how to carry three plates on one arm. Maybe with a burn mark or two from too-hot plates, but I don't think they were too noticeable. <br><br><br> It also helped that I always had an 'in' someplace when we needed to go out for a good time. Even though it kind of sucked to go where I worked. But that's how I kept afloat throughout [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<outfit gym>> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-GymClothes.png">> Before classes, I'd roll out of bed, not needing to shower because I'd do that later. I'd throw on my sneakers and run down to the gym. Even at that early hour, the space was slammed with people. Gym bunnies and workout bros. Weights would be slamming, there would be the constant hum of treadmills and grunting. Some of them were part of the athletics department, the rest were like me: taking every opportunity to ensure I stayed looking good. <br><br> And then after classes -- yes, it wasn't just a one time a day thing, slacker -- was when //everyone// was in the gym. All the normies trying to get a sweat on before replacing it with a quicker buzz that evening. It was far less efficient than the morning workouts, but it was necessary, if only to decompress and put an end-point to the school day. <br><br> No matter the time of day, everyone affected mostly a 'in the zone' attitude, focused entirely on the wall in front of them or completing the set. Some were in little dyads or triads and laughing and joking together but in their own world. But. Let's be honest. We were all sweaty, mostly wearing little to nothing and bouncing. And straining. And grunting. And these were some of the fittest people on campus. It was a meat market. We were looking. And enjoying looking and being looked at. <div id="workout"> I'd start with... <<crossroads #workout>> <<path>> The elliptical. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Tit size">> <br><br> Even with earbuds in, the hum of the machine had a meditative quality. The pace of my pumping legs in time with the music in my ears -- it was easy to zone out. There'd be that wall that you'd hit when you really didn't want to put in the effort, but eventually it would simply fall away to the endorphins and that my mind was able to wander. I could plan my outfits for the weekend, I could exercise the demons of whoever might have been pissing me off at the moment. I could even forget about Mom for a bit. <br><br> And having nothing else to do, it wasn't just my mind that wandered. My eyes took in every new body that walked into the gym. The regulars, the ones that I wanted to look like, the ones I wanted to see naked (might have been the same people). I wasn't all horned up and imagining hooking up with them, but when you had a brain with nothing else to do, the lizard part woke up and couldn't help checking out potential partners. <br><br> I'm not alone in the thinking, because being on the machine was kind of like being on a pedestal. Swaying and bounding in front of everyone else, the mirrors giving two views at once. And their perving could be 'hidden' with the vacant between-set look. The scan. Or they wouldn't hide it at all, eyes smiling as they watched my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>>firm chest, not needing the sports bra -- providing just contour and cleavage --<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">>perky little chest, probably looking like a board with the sports bra on,<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>tits swaying slightly under the binding of my sports bra, peek of cleavage hinting at what they normally looked like,<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>sports bra being essential to my running, holding back the weight on my chest as they threatened to pop out,<<else>>girls heaving up and down, back and forth, arguing about how much of my bodyweight they comprised,<</if>> bouncing with each swing of my legs. <br><br> <div id="workout2"> And then I'd finish off with... <<crossroads #workout2>> <<path>> Strength training. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <br><br> Don't act like I'm some basic bitch. I know that the true source of fitness, keeping slim and tight, is solid attention to weight training. The skinny fats that would only jump on the treadmill that, sure, looked slender, but they couldn't compete for the definition and tone that I had. <br><br> Squats and deadlifts <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>>to really accentuate my ass, making sure it was absolutely //killer// no matter what I wore. Gotta enhance the bits you've got.<<else>>to build out my rear -- didn't want no pancake<</if>>. Free weights for my arms. Planks and hitting the mats to ensure my core was tight. And then there were the machines for my thighs and calves, cutting down on cellulite and jiggle where weight always seemed to find its way. <br><br> It wasn't entirely a solo activity. There were always offers to spot me on sets, or the 'helpful advice' on my form or what exercises I should be doing. While they were flexing. While they were smiling. While they were touching me unbidden. But it was fine. Gave them an excuse to chat me up and because we were in public I could shut it down if I wanted to. <<path>> Socializing. <<contents>> <br><br> I'd get a little tired, or a little bored, or working my body that hard had gotten my heart beating. And so I'd sidle up to someone I knew and lean against their machine while I chatted. And probably had someone else nearby in mind. Trying to make eye contact and judge whether or not they were interested as well. <br><br> Hey. Don't judge. Where else were you going to find a better place to scope out exactly who looked good naked? It was like a self-selecting group of people who ''cared'' about how they looked and being with people who looked similarly. <br><br> And so my friend would move on in their circuit and leave me the opportunity to walk by my interest, or leave me available and alone. And then neither of us would be working out, just hanging out by the machine, flirting and getting to know each other. Finding out what they were doing later, where they hung out. <br><br> Sometimes I'd give my number. Sometimes it was just for fun. <<contentsShared>> <br> <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2_showers.png">> My time at the gym would eventually come to a close and rather than go back to shower where I lived -- who wanted to walk sweaty and dirty that whole way when there was a perfectly good option just down the hall -- I'd pop into the showers at the gym. Still industrial, but they were geared to the athletic department so the water was always high-powered and hot. The bathrooms were spotless and I didn't have to worry about when the last cleaning had happened. The soap was better. The towels were better. <br><br> Or, if I had a little extra time I'd swing by the sauna, sweating out some extra water and sitting <<linkexpand "naked with the other girls.">> naked with the other girls. <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <br><br> Doubtlessly, someone <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 3>>(usually me) <</if>>was talking about their most recent fuck. What it was like, if they were going to be the new toy or just a fling. And of course being fully on display meant there was a full-on comparison and critique of each other's traits. It was here I envied men. They just were hung up on their package. There were so many other things to compare and feel inadequate when you looked at another naked woman. <br><br><br> With an exquisite body tired, clean and shiny, I'd head back home feeling better than I had an hour or two before. God. Working out was fucking [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Strength training. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <br><br> Don't act like I'm some basic bitch. I know that the true source of fitness, keeping slim and tight, is solid attention to weight training. The skinny fats that would only jump on the treadmill that, sure, looked slender, but they couldn't compete for the definition and tone that I had. <br><br> Squats and deadlifts <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>>to really accentuate my ass, making sure it was absolutely //killer// no matter what I wore. Gotta enhance the bits you've got.<<else>>to build out my rear -- didn't want no pancake<</if>>. Free weights for my arms. Planks and hitting the mats to ensure my core was tight. And then there were the machines for my thighs and calves, cutting down on cellulite and jiggle where weight always seemed to find its way. <br><br> It wasn't entirely a solo activity. There were always offers to spot me on sets, or the 'helpful advice' on my form or what exercises I should be doing. While they were flexing. While they were smiling. While they were touching me unbidden. But it was fine. Gave them an excuse to chat me up and because we were in public I could shut it down if I wanted to. <div id="workout2"> And then I'd finish off with... <<crossroads #workout2>> <<path>> The elliptical. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> Even with earbuds in, the hum of the machine had a meditative quality. The pace of my pumping legs in time with the music in my ears -- it was easy to zone out. There'd be that wall that you'd hit when you really didn't want to put in the effort, but eventually it would simply fall away to the endorphins and that my mind was able to wander. I could plan my outfits for the weekend, I could exercise the demons of whoever might have been pissing me off at the moment. I could even forget about Mom for a bit. <br><br> And having nothing else to do, it wasn't just my mind that wandered. My eyes took in every new body that walked into the gym. The regulars, the ones that I wanted to look like, the ones I wanted to see naked (might have been the same people). I wasn't all horned up and imagining hooking up with them, but when you had a brain with nothing else to do, the lizard part woke up and couldn't help checking out potential partners. <br><br> I'm not alone in the thinking, because being on the machine was kind of like being on a pedestal. Swaying and bounding in front of everyone else, the mirrors giving two views at once. And their perving could be 'hidden' with the vacant between-set look. The scan. Or they wouldn't hide it at all, eyes smiling as they watched my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>>firm chest, not needing the sports bra -- providing just contour and cleavage --<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">>perky little chest, probably looking like a board with the sports bra on,<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>tits swaying slightly under the binding of my sports bra, peek of cleavage hinting at what they normally looked like,<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>sports bra being essential to my running, holding back the weight on my chest as they threatened to pop out,<<else>>girls heaving up and down, back and forth, arguing about how much of my bodyweight they comprised,<</if>> bouncing with each swing of my legs. <<path>> Socializing. <<contents>> I'd get a little tired, or a little bored, or working my body that hard had gotten my heart beating. And so I'd sidle up to someone I knew and lean against their machine while I chatted. And probably had someone else nearby in mind. Trying to make eye contact and judge whether or not they were interested as well. <br><br> Hey. Don't judge. Where else were you going to find a better place to scope out exactly who looked good naked? It was like a self-selecting group of people who ''cared'' about how they looked and being with people who looked similarly. <br><br> And so my friend would move on in their circuit and leave me the opportunity to walk by my interest, or leave me available and alone. And then neither of us would be working out, just hanging out by the machine, flirting and getting to know each other. Finding out what they were doing later, where they hung out. <br><br> Sometimes I'd give my number. Sometimes it was just for fun. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> My time at the gym would eventually come to a close and rather than go back to shower where I lived -- who wanted to walk sweaty and dirty that whole way when there was a perfectly good option just down the hall -- I'd pop into the showers at the gym. Still industrial, but they were geared to the athletic department so the water was always high-powered and hot. The bathrooms were spotless and I didn't have to worry about when the last cleaning had happened. The soap was better. The towels were better. <br><br> Or, if I had a little extra time I'd swing by the sauna, sweating out some extra water and sitting <<linkexpand "naked with the other girls.">> naked with the other girls. <<outfit naked>> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <br><br> Doubtlessly, someone <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 3>>(usually me) <</if>>was talking about their most recent fuck. What it was like, if they were going to be the new toy or just a fling. And of course being fully on display meant there was a full-on comparison and critique of each other's traits. It was here I envied men. They just were hung up on their package. There were so many other things to compare and feel inadequate when you looked at another naked woman. <br><br><br> With an exquisite body tired, clean and shiny, I'd head back home feeling better than I had an hour or two before. God. Working out was fucking [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <<outfit yoga>> Vinyasa flow and a overly hot room were //fantastic//. I pressed my heels to the mat and twisted my body as I lengthened and...breathe. People don't really give yoga the credit it deserves: it's way harder than it appears. It truly is an athletic endeavor and was always pushing my limits further and further. <br><br><br> I tried out a bunch of places before settling in on where I'd practice. I had to ensure I liked the teacher, liked the flow, and liked the community. <br><br> There were a couple of options for where I was going to take classes: <div id="yoga"> <<crossroads #yoga>> <<path>> The local spot run by a patchouli couple out of their attic. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 1>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Incredible Flexibility')>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A low-key yoga studio in an attic with wooden floors, mats laid out, and soft lighting <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-YogaAttic.png">> */ Sure, it was a little weird rolling up to a house. There was the cluster of mostly older women -- but far more diverse than I expected the 'white wife' practice to be -- waiting on the front steps of just your average little ranch house that I would join until Rolly would come down, give us a Namaste and allow us into their home. <br><br> Our shoes were left by the door. It smelled like the incense had soaked into the frame of the house. We would walk up the creaking stairs to join Sora who was already stretching and moving on her mat, barely taking notice of our entrance. <br><br> It wasn't Enya, but there were definitely pan flutes and sounds from nature on the soundtrack as we settled into place, rolled out our mats soundlessly and relaxed into the early moments of our session. <br> <<speech "Sora">>"Thank you for taking the time and energy to be compassionate and loving with yourself."<</speech>> Her voice sounded warm and raspy at the same time. <<speech "Sora">>"Now, I invite you to join me in Adho mukha svanasana."<</speech>> The room would soon be alive with deep breathing, groans and exclamations of release. I was astounded at how some of these women -- in their 60s -- could move better than I did. And I thought I had youth on my side. But slowly and surely, I started to be able to hold my own. <br><br> Sora's hands were both gentle and firm as she came around to guide us into proper position or add some external pressure to help us lengthen. She never made me feel like I was the only one who needed the help, though in the early days, I certainly was. <br><br> I came to enjoy the wet-wood smell of that attic. Whether that was from years of rainfall, or years of people sweat soaking in, I couldn't tell. I found the places where my eyes would focus as I would hold and push through an extension. And, eventually, I found a way to endure the fact that there were no showers or locker rooms. We left the way we came, but now sticky and tired, heading back to our worlds to clean up and change. <<speech "Sora">>"Now, take a moment to thank your body."<</speech>> And with that, our sessions would end, in Balasana and a deep OM. Tears usually dripped from my face onto my mat alongside the sweat dripping off the loose strands of my hair. <br><br><br> I blamed the fact that I usually cried at the end of a session on my tight hip flexors needing that release, but I knew deep down the motherly energy of Sora touched me a bit too close to home. Maybe it was a form of therapy. It didn't hurt enough not to return, and I enjoyed getting off campus and welcomed so genuinely [[a few times a week|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path>> The college classes that were already included in tuition and still on campus. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 2>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Incredible Flexibility')>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A college gym yoga studio with mats laid out and mirrors on the walls <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-YogaGym.png">> */ Sure, it felt like a little bit of a cop-out to be in the gym without going to the gym. But it was easy to get to and I felt surrounded by my peers. It was very casual too: no attendance, no fees, no expectations. I'd plop my mat down, chat a little with the girls next to me and then get admonished by the beleaguered post-grad, Sora, who was clearly doing a work-study program. <br><br> I liked how we could watch ourselves in the mirrors -- it doubled as a dance studio -- because I could check the others and see where I might be off in my positioning, or really check myself out and see the journey I had been making. <br><br> I didn't like how others could watch me in the mirrors. It was not as single-gender as I had expected or wanted and there were more than a few joiners who were not taking the practice seriously and would find their ways to do half-assed flow with prime real estate for mirror-gazing or right behind me to watch my thighs frame my pussy or pants grip at my tense legs and ass. It was annoying but there was little I could do about it. <br><br> Sora had a little boom box by her setup that gave us some rhythm to guide us through our flow. Otherwise, the room was essentially quiet, listening to our own breathing or trying to avoid making a grunt or other noise that could be misinterpreted by the incels around me. <br><br><br> Occasionally, Sora would walk around and find the girls who were regulars, like myself, and whisper kindly into our ears and make little adjustments with her hands. It was like there was a little enclave within the larger group. The serious kids. And we were the ones making significant improvement to our practice. <br><br> Eventually, I hardly noticed the guys except the couple who came here to actually practice yoga. I didn't care any more what views the other men were getting or what they were doing with those images later. I really enjoyed that I could literally step outside the room and head straight into the showers for a rinse off and change. Best, though, was how close my dorm was to crash afterwards. <br><br> We'd end with laughing our way through child's pose, grabbing at our toes and rolling back and forth and then we'd disperse until the next time. <br><br><br> My favorite moment of all, though, was walking through the hallway of the gym after a good session and seeing the comparative looks by all the skinny-fat girls who were salivating over my tone and knowing they were driving themselves crazy wondering why they hadn't seen me exercising with them moments ago. It was [[fantastic|UN004 - Extra3]]. <<path $CC.wealth gt 3>> Or at the hip, elite club that was members-only and in the ritzy part of town. <<blocked>> $CC.name really couldn't afford the elite Yoga club downtown. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sora = 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills and Skin Color">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Pliant Limbs')>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Incredible Flexibility')>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Skin Color">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A luxurious yoga studio with high-end decor, plush mats, and a serene atmosphere <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra2-YogaElite.png">> */ So, unsurprisingly, I joined the <<if ["white", "fair"].includes($Body.skin)>>other <</if>> white girlies and headed down town to get our downward dog on. The place was immaculate, we could leave our mats and blocks to be washed after every session, and we had the best teachers in town. I had been assigned to one of the older ones, Sora, which at first I took as a hit to my pride until I realized that with age came experience. <br><br> She was no nonsense and always started exactly on time. Our flows were faster and she pushed us harder, like there was a competition between her and the other instructors and as if there were some competition or grading later. I certainly hoped there wasn't. <br><br> At times, I wished that I could have been with one of the younger instructors where it felt like it was social hour, some light training and exercise, but essentially a breeding ground for society. Instead, I saw them lightly powdering their noses and chattering in the locker room afterwards while I came out looking like a soaked St. Bernard. <br><br> But I did notice the difference between us. They were getting slightly softer, and I was getting tighter, harder, leaner and had a bit of spring to my step. I found greater energy in my days and nights and slept better than I had in years. <br><br> When Sora came around to guide us individually through posture and adjustments and it felt a little like a gymnastics or dance class, as she would really apply the pressure until it hurt. But it hurt //good//. <br><br> And maybe she was so exhausting because she knew that this club came with its own pampering. A massage afterwards? Gratis. Facials? Monthly. The top of the line moisturizers and skin care products in the showers? Stocked. It was a like a spa, but Sora made us earn it. Even though we certainly paid for it too. <br><br> I always left shaking, muscles pushed to the edge of exhaustion, but that made it easier to not bother talking afterwards and really enjoy the comfort of being home when I got there. <br><br><br> And it was certainly nice to feel the jealousy of the girls who knew where I went and that they couldn't afford it. No matter how hard Sora made it, simply going gave me [[class|UN004 - Extra3]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<div id="greenroom"> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<skillChecked "Previous results">> Being a part of the theatre was more than just getting to enjoy the performances, the craft, the art of it all. We had a tight-knit community. We were //forced// to be together throughout our lengthy rehearsals, classes, performance nights, but we also chose to eat together, hang out together and party together. We'd have fun even in the Green Room as we waited for our time in the scene shop, or our group to be called to rehearsal. <br><br> The Green Room was our backstage area. Old, beat-up couches and chairs that were probably used in productions as needed, but served as a place where no one else at school knew to come to hang out. It was private, it was cozy, it was ours. We'd bring in our food, our scripts, our homework and hang out with whomever was there until the late hours. They never locked it up on us as long as we took care to treat it as the sacred space that it was. <br><br> Killer Joe was a smaller production, just a five-hander, which made it a great one to start the season with -- less people to direct, get up and ready to run the show, and a lot less overhead in making the play go. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes('Naked on stage')>> By the time that Killer Joe got to opening night, I had gotten very comfortable being naked around the theatre staff and actors. Because, well, I had to be. <br><br> And when we got towards the end of the show, I didn't feel like rushing back and forth from the dressing room, so I just stayed <<linkexpand "naked...">> <<outfit naked>> naked and chilled in the Green Room with my homework or on my phone while I waited for the scene where Joe and I would have sex on stage. <br> <<speech "Matt">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I looked up from my phone, seeing our Joe -- a gorgeous senior with striking blue eyes and a physique that spoke to spending as much time at the gym as he did on his script -- walked in to join me...naked too. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Matt."<</speechPC>> My eyes dropped to his semi-erect shaft, swinging side to side as he walked -- I was surprised, <<speechPC>>"Not wearing the modesty belt tonight? Or just putting it on later?"<</speechPC>> I laughed, though I was looking at his uncut cock, I tried to play it off. <<speech "Matt">>"You don't."<</speech>> He motioned towards the fact that everything was on display, sitting, feet tucked under me on the couch. <<speechPC>>"I don't think I was given the option?"<</speechPC>> I laughed and rolled my eyes. He sat down next to me, his cock definitely hardening. During our scenes I could feel his arousal every time we rehearsed and performed, and now I could see what I had been feeling under the cloth. <<speech "Matt">>"Well, you look amazing."<</speech>> His cock throbbed, lifting as his hand sliding onto my thigh. <<speechPC>>"And //that//,"<</speechPC>> my hand palm up towards his rigidity, <<speechPC>>"Is why guys need the belt...nothing to hide for women. And not like you could be actually sticking it inside me."<</speechPC>> <br> He smiled, shifting his hips towards my palm, <<speech "Matt">>"No?"<</speech>> <<crossroads #greenroom>> <<path>> A little practice to make our acting more realistic? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <br><br> My hand wrapped around his shaft and he grunted in that way he did on stage. Hm. So that was real. I wondered what else was him versus his character as we reoriented ourselves on the old suede couch. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> I knew that asking for a condom right now was absolutely ridiculous, <<speechPC>>"You better fucking pull out."<</speechPC>> He nodded, <<speech "Matt">>"Of course!"<</speech>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<speechPC>>"We gotta be quick."<</speechPC>> He nodded again, finding my entrance and using the reasoning of 'quickness' to just shove it in. He was strong and he was hard and my pussy was just a soft fleshy place that was forced to accept it. His Killer Joe was rough and unromantic, so was this. He held me down by the shoulders, my head crammed up against the arm of the couch as he leaned high over me, the gorgeousness of his form and muscles working as he speared himself inside me. <br><br> My hands grasped his wrists, holding back as best I can, holding myself open for him and realizing we weren't alone. That wasn't too surprising, but having him beating his cock inside me as my body was waking up to the prospect of sex had me a bit shaken. <br><br> It was one of our stage hands, another Freshman that hadn't gotten cast and was in charge of making sure we got on stage at the right time, moved set pieces around -- the grunt work. And here we were doing a different kind of grunt work. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Oh. I couldn't help but smile, making full eye contact with her as I lightly curled my legs around his back and made a bit of a show of it. <br><br> I watched her reaction, in some ways being able to see how we looked banging into each other through her eyes. I let myself start to gasp and yelp, adding to the live sex show. <<speech "Matt">>"Close,"<</speech>> was his only response. And he was close. He reached down, hand roughly grasping at my crotch <<linkexpand "as...">> as he tugged himself out suddenly and began to jerk his cock using my juice, pressing his cockhead against the top of my mound as his thick white load spurted up my stomach. <<cumSpray body1 mound1>> <br><br> I bit my lower lip, looking at the stage hand that ducked slowly back out of view while Killer Joe finished cumming. I looked down at the mess he had made on me and knew I couldn't go out on stage like this, scrambling out from under him and pushing right past that stage hand as his cum started to streak down my bare skin <<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">> and into my pubic hair, making a sticky matting, clumping it<</if>>. <br><br> Popping into the bathroom quickly I splashed water on me and blotted against my skin, wiping as best I could. <<speech "Intercom">>"Dottie to places."<</speech>> That was me. Fuck. <br><br> Whatever the state I was in, I //raced// down the hallway to where I needed to be. <br><br> On stage, moments later, Killer Joe was much less into it, and though I was red-faced and panting which gave it realism, it didn't have the same intensity that we had rehearsed with. Not our best show and as his modesty belt hit against my aroused and sore slit, I resolved to not repeat that again. <br><br> I always smirked at the stage hand and I think it remained a secret between her and me. Don't know if she was stunned into discomfort or enjoyed having watched. I never asked. <br><br> I don't think Matt and I knowing how it really felt to fuck made our future performances better, and Matt didn't make any overtures again. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Matt M "Matt, my Killer Joe" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "Would they possibly understand what I had done? It was a showmance...Was it excusable? No...certainly not. But...we hadn't really talked about these kind of situations...maybe...">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Matt."<</speechPC>> I gasped out under his urgent fucking. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes absolutely wide with my freak out. I hadn't thought about //this// happening. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Matt">>"Close,"<</speech>> was his only response. And he was close. He reached down, hand roughly grasping at my crotch <<linkexpand "as...">> as he tugged himself out suddenly and began to jerk his cock using my juice, pressing his cockhead against the top of my mound as his thick white load spurted up my stomach. <<cumSpray body1 mound1>> <br><br> I bit my lower lip, looking at the stage hand that ducked slowly back out of view while Killer Joe finished cumming. I looked down at the mess he had made on me and knew I couldn't go out on stage like this, scrambling out from under him and pushing right past that stage hand as his cum started to streak down my bare skin<<if $Body.pubes !== "bald">> and into my pubic hair, making a sticky matting, clumping it<</if>>. <br><br> Popping into the bathroom quickly I splashed water on me and blotted against my skin, wiping as best I could. <<speech "Intercom">>"Dottie to places."<</speech>> That was me. Fuck. <br><br> Whatever the state I was in, I //raced// down the hallway to where I needed to be. <br><br> On stage, moments later, Killer Joe was much less into it, and though I was red-faced and panting which gave it realism, it didn't have the same intensity that we had rehearsed with. Not our best show and as his modesty belt hit against my aroused and sore slit, I resolved to not repeat that again. <br><br> I never made eye contact with our stage hands for the remainder of the show, only assuming that they talked and that the story was being whispered about behind out backs. I never brought it up and no one else did either, luckily, so I was able to forget about it eventually. Kind of. <br><br> I don't think Matt and I knowing how it really felt to fuck made our future performances better, and Matt didn't make any overtures again. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Matt M "Matt, my Killer Joe" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "Would they possibly understand what I had done? It was a showmance...Was it excusable? No...certainly not. But...we hadn't really talked about these kind of situations...maybe...">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> No, this was the sacred space and anyone could walk in. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> I looked at him firmly. His cock flexed hard, the built up anticipation releasing and then he started to deflate. <<speech "Matt">>"S-sorry."<</speech>> He jerked up off the couch and retreated. I knew that I shouldn't say anything or bring it up again. Just a moment that came and passed. I went back to my phone and he wore his belt from then on, though he usually sat in the Green Room with me to enjoy my nudity at every opportunity. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> Just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<outfit techie>> <<face shock>> And while I wasn't cast in the show, I was doing my first-year duties as a stagehand, in a black shirt and pants to be unseen, shuffling around the set pieces and helping the actors as needed. <br><br> We were gearing up for the explosive end of the show and I had a little bit of time before I was needed to help, so I headed on back to the Green Room. I was stopped short as I heard grunting and moaning. Were the monitors on and piping the stage backstage and I was hearing the 'sex' occurring out in the black box? Wait. Hadn't the sex scene already happened? Were the monitors on and piping the stage backstage and I was hearing the 'sex' occurring out in the black box? I rushed forward to turn down the volume -- that shouldn't be audible this far away and would potentially be bleeding onto the stage. /* IMAGE (Needed): A backstage Green Room with old couches and theatrical equipment, a guy and girl on one of them having sex. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3-GreenRoom.png">> */ Oh. Our Dottie and Joe were...continuing the sex scene on one of the couch. And it wasn't simulated. They were fucking, urgently because they didn't have //that// much time to get back on stage. Man, they were really going for the realism. They'd smell like sex when they headed back out there. Maybe doing it in front of people had gotten them too excited and they were working this out of their system. <br><br> And there I was, perving from just outside the Green Room, seeing them in the midst of coitus. <br><br> <<crossroads #greenroom>> <<path>> Did I report them? It wasn't allowed and could potentially fuck up the show. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social -->> If they came out after this -- or even worse, late if they were too into it -- they could ruin their entrance and the show. I rushed off, thinking of her coming out with come on her, or them being so relaxed that they lost the energy of the performance. Or, by having actually done it, they lost the spontaneity and excitement of the scene. <br><br> That's how I excused making my way to the Stage Manager's desk in the back of the theatre. My appearance was not welcome, a distraction from the cues, <<speech "Stage Manager">>"Get. Out. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> It was hushed, but firm. <<speechPC>>"Matt and Kelsey are literally fucking in the Green Room right now."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She stared at me, dead-ass. Then realized I wasn't kidding. She hit our assistant SM on the elbow, <<speech "Stage Manager">>"Go fix this."<</speech>> And the Freshman looked like she was about to be roadkill. We banged down the rungs of the metal ladder, less careful about noise on the return trip down the hallway to the Green Room. <<speech "Stage Manager">>"They need to be doing that in like...two minutes. On stage."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I know."<</speechPC>> I laughed, hanging back a bit as she walked in and made a show of it. <<speech "Stage Manager">>"W-what is going on in here?!"<</speech>> The sudden stillness as they froze, <<speech "Stage Manager">>"I don't care //what// you do in your free time, but not here. Not during a ''show''."<</speech>> Despite being a Frosh, she was enjoying laying this on thick. SM's always loved to get to exert power and over two naked kids, killing their vibe and moment. I heard them weakly apologizing, she seemed on the verge of tears, the scuffle as they moved off the couch and out of the room. <br><br> They passed by me, nearly tits and dick bumping into me as they rushed into the hall. And that's when I knew they knew. <br><br> The scene in the show had a very different energy that evening. <br><br> But future scenes were much more intense. You could feel their anger and frustration. My status though was at an all-time low from that evening onward. It took years before I was in the good graces of the theatre kids. <<path>> Could watch too, couldn't hurt... <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I dipped back slightly, peering around the corner as I watched them go at it. Her plaintive little yelps as he drove rigorously inside her, her legs and feet bouncing as his gorgeous, muscled body slammed between her thighs. They were going at it like Killer Joe and Dottie would. I wondered if this was a random hook up, a showmance kind of thing, or if they were actually dating. <br><br> He held her shoulders down, pinning her to the suede couch that I didn't know if I'd be able to look at the same way again. How many other fucks had happened there. Maybe that explained some of the marks and wear and tear. <br><br> Her hands grasped at his wrists, looking up at him and thankfully not seeing me watching. My hand snaked down into my pants, beginning to work at my already-wet slit. The door jamb felt cool against my cheek as I leaned, watching intently as I tried to match his timing. "In me." She gasped out, probably not wanting to have the mess on her and have to worry about cleaning up what would be more obvious. <<speech "Matt">>"Oh yeah."<</speech>> He nodded and it was like she pulled his trigger and his strong hips slammed against her crotch in finality. Massively hard and she hissed out, her body bucking under him, head crammed up against the arm of the couch as he nutted in her. <<speech "Intercom">>"Dottie and Joe to places,"<</speech>> our stage manager called for them. He pushed her down as he climbed off her and grabbed his modesty belt, tugging it on. <<speech "Matt">>"Perfect timing."<</speech>> He chuckled as he was unaware of her trying to get off the couch and grab some tissues as she hobbled towards me in the hall. Shit. <br><br> She was stunned seeing me as I tried to flatten against the wall, moist fingers tugged from my pants just in time. I hadn't gotten there. She coughed and pushed past me, <<speech "Kelsey">>"'scuse me."<</speech>> And I could tell she was hoping that I hadn't seen. Joe passed after her, <<speech "Matt">>"Hey."<</speech>> He nodded and they were off, back to the stage. <br><br> The bleachy smell of cum hung in the air and I knew I had a few moments before I was needed to do anything, so I shoved my hand back into my pants, closed my eyes and remembered what I watched. I was helped out hearing them having 'sex' again on stage over the monitors and soon I was panting and grabbing at the Green Room jamb as I came too, vision pulsing as I looked at the beat-up old couch that had earned another notch. <<path>> Or just leave them to their private moment. It wasn't right to watch. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> I jerked back, flattening against the wall and scooting down the hallway as if they could hear me. Their sounds receded as I moved away and I wondered if I was noticed. The props I needed to move were on the other side of the Green Room, so I had to bullshit standing in the hallway while I waited for them to wrap it up. <br><br> She came stumbling out a few moments later, clutching tissues between her legs as she made her way to places, she gave a little nod of her head, <<speech "Kelsey">>"Uh, thanks."<</speech>> And shuffled off. So she had seen me. He strode out, proud and relaxed a few moments later and barely even looked at me, following her to the stage. <br><br> I never said a word and seemed to receive some good favor from the seniors, especially the girls, from that moment on. Her real way of saying thanks for not reporting them. <br><br> That couch I'd never look at the same way again. Never sat on it. Looked at the wear and tear and markings on it in a new light, wondering how many were theirs and how often it had been used for a similar purpose. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> Just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> <<include "UN004 - Extra_Act">> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Dildo")>> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Vibrator")>> <<image framed "passage/uni.building2.png">> Me time. Self-care. Sure, could be a mani-pedi, reading a book, touching up my tan, or just getting some extra sleep in. But really, with everyone off doing whatever it was they got up to, it meant that I had time //alone//. <br><br> Dorm room to myself. Empty showers. Sometimes, after a class, I'd know that no one was going to be showing up for another hour or so. (That did run into a few awkward situations, but people seem more okay walking in on a girl jilling than a guy jacking. Tended to just embarrass them more than anything else.) I had the run of things and it got to the point where my pussy would get a bit slick in anticipation simply knowing that the time was approaching. <br><br> My bag always had my 'equipment' with me, just in case. I never wanted to miss an opportunity and it was a bit of a passion of mine to find new times, new places. <br><br> One of my favorites was on top of the Science Building. <br><br> No one was supposed to be up there, which was definitely part of the thrill. I had found it one night when I was (actually) studying and someone had shown me this emergency escape exit in the ceiling at the upper levels. My heart was in my throat when I considered an alarm going off. But nothing happened and the view was absolutely sublime. <br><br> It wasn't built for masturbation. White gravel underfoot, HVAC systems, pipes, metal conduits. No one //should// have been up there and it was dangerous and no one would know where I was if anything __did__ happen...like if the hatch shut behind me. There was no handle on the outside. Just my emaciated body left for some maintenance person to find some day after the manhunt in the woods and the news pieces on TV. <br><br> Didn't stop me though. I had a need and the only thing that could salve it was more masturbating. <br><br> Night was pretty and far easier to go unnoticed, but the view of the city during the day was also gorgeous. And I could get some sun in the meantime. <br><br> Ensuring the hatch would stay ajar with a <<link "shoe">><<feet>><</link>>, I carefully crunched my way over to a low wall. The stonework would be hot, but not as scalding as ductwork. <br><br> I hopped up and worked my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>> off, and then the rest of my <<link "clothes">><<outfit naked>><</link>>. I dropped them on the gravel below me where they'd be more safe from a random gust of wind and put my bag ontop of them for safe measure. <br><br> Letting my feet hang, I leaned back on one palm, looking out over the mid-day town, my other hand had already dropped between my thighs without a thought. My middle finger was stroking up and down the slit in my mound, enjoying the softness and little pops of pleasure. <br><br> The sun radiated down on me, and the absorbed heat from the rock under my ass soaked into my cheeks while the heat grew inside me. I laid back, looking up at the clear blue sky and freed my supporting hand to begin coaxing at my nipples. My knees lifted, thighs splaying as I gasped out and felt my toes curl. Yeah. This was ''nice''. <br><br> The breeze tickled across my bare skin. The elevation made it cooler, made the wind whip harder. Hair raised where it could, otherwise my skin pricked with goosebumps and my nipples became hard as rocks. I cooed softly, squirming against the hard surface underneath me -- I was inside myself, pumping and pressing, knowing the places to touch and press. <br><br> <<linkreplace "Yes.">> <<face ahego>><<speechPC>><<shake 2s>>"Unghhh."<</shake>><</speechPC>> The first was always small, but welcome. I shuddered slightly and felt my body shaking slightly under the release of tension. I giggled to myself and let my arm swing down to my bag. Thank god it was in reach, because I did //not// want to move right now. My fingertips tugged at the opening of my bag and pulled out my vibrator. <br><br> The tip touched my primed pussy and my feet kicked up again, the back of my head hitting against the stone a bit too hard, but my mind was otherwise occupied. I squealed -- I liked pushing myself harder than my brain wanted me to. The hand on my breast clutched hard, squeezing as my body fought itself. I was of two minds: fucking myself and being fucked. <br><br> I didn't remember turning the thing on, but my wet fingers had a mind of their own and the vibrations were thrumming against my peeking clit. My teeth bit into my lower lip. My other hand snaked down to grab at the vibrator in a vain attempt to ease off the painful pleasure I was experiencing, but I managed to divert her to instead grab at my shuddering thigh. <br><br> The hilt of my palm leaned on the top of my mound, a nice resting place as the vibrator pressed against my pussy. My feet dropped hard, one on the side of the wall, the other on top. My lower back arched as they shoved against the firm support, lifting my hips higher and proffering my cunt to the sky. <br><br> I panted and fought the desire to squirm and move my hips because it was coming. <br><br> <<linkreplace "Number two.">> <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"F-f-fuuuckkkk!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The register of my voice was tight and high, constrained as my whole body tensed and released, tensed and released. My fingers let go of the vibrator unbidden, but I could barely register the clatter as it hit against the wall. <br><br> I twisted, side to side, huffing as my vision was blurry. And then I gasped. My right hand knew what it was doing again and was inserting my dildo inside. I felt the pressure as my spasming walls were fighting the intruder, but I wasn't denying the thing that fought to fill me. <br><br> My other hand slapped against the wall, pleading light noises escaping from my lips as I frowned, pawing vainly as the flesh colored phallus pressed in and pulled back, tugging at my fleshy walls and mound. <br><br> It dug into me deeply, my hand hitting against my spread mons as the head pushed up at the back of my vagina, hitting the spots I hadn't reached and engaged yet. <br><br> My hips were open, thighs widely spread as my feet found a kind of lotus-pose. I was humping against myself, my last peak finally abating as I felt the buttons being hit inside my core. The overwhelming sensation had done exactly that: overwhelm me. I was a puddle of goo under my insistent self, just letting me do to me what I wanted to do. What I needed. <br><br> The faux-cock thrust rhythmically inside me, picking up the pace and hitting harder right at where it needed to go. Better than most men because they weren't feeling //this// with each thrust. <br><br> Feeling. Feel. Ing. <<linkreplace "F...">> My world <<shake 10s>>exploded<</shake>>. I saw nothing and everything all at once. I felt every beat of my stuttering heart in my ears and in my uterus. A part of me idiotically imagined that the force of the orgasm had knocked my shoe from the hatch and I was stuck here. But if I were to die, I'd die happy. It was fine. <br><br> I don't know how long I laid there, spread eagle with a dildo sitting stuck in my pussy. But it was long enough to get a bit burnt, which I found out later. <br><br> Eventually, I collected myself after the internal struggle to just enjoy the feeling a bit longer versus the waking part of my no-longer-horny brain. I lurched up, shaking my head and grinning dumbly as I looked down at the disembodied cock sticking out of me. The smell of me was thick on the air, even though I was outside. I wondered if afterwards I would stink of sex and everyone would know. What sex, I thought to myself: the best sex. <br><br> I ignored the complaint of my bare feet as I dropped back onto the gravel and began to collect my things. <br><br> And then I jerked, not from pleasure, but a different kind of shock. I was being watched. <<speech "Gull">>"Squawk!"<</speech>> The gull cocked its head quizzically at me, hopping slightly away as we made eye-contact. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. You scared me, you dirty bird."<</speechPC>> I laughed, calming myself down while pulling my clothes on a bit more hurriedly than I had originally planned. I headed out as quickly as I could, not wanting to be late to my next class. I grabbed my shoe from the hatch and gave it a mental kiss for keeping me safe...and then considered throwing it at my voyeur. <br><br> It was an interesting sensation to be massively irritable if anyone ruined my mojo -- being where they shouldn't be or just not leaving fast enough. I may have bitten off some people's heads without them understanding why. But the relaxation afterwards <<linkreplace "...?">> ...<<shake 2s>>Splendid.<</shake>> Maybe I was a bit addicted, but it certainly kept me [[sane|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Job">> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<outfit gym>> <<feet "">> <div id="kickbox"> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> It wasn't simply the gym. There were also classes: pilates, HIIT, SoulCycle, aerobic dance, and then this really awesome kickboxing class that I decided to sign up for. <<if $CC.maleReaction lt 1>> Not just for the exercise, but also to know what to do if a guy tried something and I wasn't interested. <<else>> Not because I was worried about guys. Not for self-defense, just the exercise and coolness of it. <</if>> <br><br> The instructor was this sinewy guy in his late 20s or early 30s and one side was covered in tattoos. A full sleeve and down his right leg. Black and white, it looked clean and made him look tough at the same time. A classy badboy thing. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A kickboxing gym setup with mats, punching bags, and an instructor with tattoos on one arm and leg demonstrating a kick to a group of students. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3-Kickbox.png">> */ We'd work on our sequencing as a group, kind of like a dance class and opposite a mirror, shadowboxing to the beat. Then we'd square up with a partner and protective mitts, throwing kicks and punches now at a target taking what we had learned to contact. And then there were the bags. It felt empowering driving my fist into the punching bag, like I was heading to the ring on Friday Night, and even more empowering striking quick and firmly with my foot across the bag, like I was a MMA fighter ready to draw some blood. I left class feeling like a badass, like I could take anyone. <br><br> And one day, I was the only student to show up, so it was me and Courtney -- that was tatts. <<speech "Courtney">>"Oh, don't worry about it."<</speech>> He laughed it off, grabbing the protective mitts, but eschewing the abdominal piece, <<speech "Courtney">>"...about this time in the semester people drop out. I've had empty classes, so I'm glad you came, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I had been maybe a little too obsequious when I was apologizing at the other students not showing up. He really didn't seem to mind. He waved me towards him, not even squaring up as he invited my <<link "strikes">><<replace "#kickbox" t8n>> <<face hurt1>> Whack. Whack. Crack. He fluidly took both punches to the mitts, not even seeming to react and my kick took him right in the stomach and he was unfazed. <<speech "Courtney">>"Oh, come //on//. I've seen you go harder than that."<</speech>> He dropped the mitts and smacked himself in the washboard of an abdomen ''hard''. <<speech "Courtney">>"Again."<</speech>> <<crossroads #kickbox>> <<path>> I didn't want to hurt him! <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Excitable -->> <br><br> Whack. Whack. Crack. I think I actually went softer, my knuckles meeting the meat of his palms. He sighed and squared his shoulders, leaning forward and in. <br><br> Whack. Whack. <<shake 2s>>Whack!<</shake>> I stumbled. He had slapped me across the face. I had not expected that. I felt the sting in my cheek, the heat. It didn't //hurt// per se, but my pride was wounded. He just smiled and got back into the stance, <<speech "Courtney">>"What. This is fighting, isn't it?"<</speech>> <br><br> I stepped forward and went again. Whack. <<shake 2s>>Whack!<</shake>> It didn't surprise me as much this time, but it came across the other side of my face and it stumbled me the other way. He shook his head and sighed. He was pushing, he wouldn't accept less. <<crossroads #kickbox>> <<path>> So I left. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated += 2>> I shook //my// head. A firm frown. Tears welling in my eyes as I stepped back and tossed my gloves to the ground. <<speech "Courtney">>"Oh. Come //on//."<</speech>> His shoulders dropped and he stood up straight hands to his hips. <<speech "Courtney">>"Don't be like that."<</speech>> He didn't deserve a response. I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> So I gave it to him. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination" "Deception">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Reaction to Men">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Workout_MainContent">> <</crossroads>> <<path>> Fine. Here you go. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination" "Deception">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Reaction to Men">> <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Workout_MainContent">> <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <div id="sora"> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<if $UN.sora == 1>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a younger student, something to break up the monotony of women who she had seen for years -- maybe her entire life. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. The shower was still a trip away, so a little delay didn't bother me too much. She never charged me more and, while the other women bristled, we ignored them and let them leave, chatting away softly in lotus position until it was just us. Well, us and Rolly. <br><br> The first session, I'd nearly jetted when I noticed him sitting in the back of the classroom, on a bench doing needle point. And he was skilled at doing it because his eyes were not on his work, but on us. I didn't want to have a creeper, but I couldn't find the right way to leave. After an hour of exertion, I got over myself; he was only looking and Sora was a great teacher. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, I was experiencing a muscle spasm in my calf. I was having trouble walking and Sora and I were laughing over the sudden 'clumsiness' while she helped me, strong hands working their way up and down the meat of my leg. <<speech "Sora">>"Rolly, shut the door?"<</speech>> I looked back in confusion since the door was never closed. The last of the students had left and it was just the three of us. <br><br> Rolly shook his head, <<speech "Rolly">>"Oh, Sor. No need."<</speech>> He was smiling -- one of the first true expressions I had seen from him -- Sora's hand had reached the joint between my thighs and her massaging began to send very different shocks through my core. <br><br><br> They seemed //very// in sync. Was he going to join? Some kinky threesome? Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy -->> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I--uh."<</speechPC>> Jerking my leg back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And being watched? Or 'eased' into their swinging fantasy? No. Thanks. <<speechPC>>"I'm feeling much better."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!"<</speech>> She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <<speechPC>>"I've had worse."<</speechPC>> I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as I bent over to roll up my mat, barely able to put weight on that leg. <br><br> She smiled, nodding and lifted herself from the ground, going about her usual process of cleaning up after the session. Not another word was spoken as I made my best way with my things past Rolly and nearly broke my neck on the way down the stairs. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Kinks">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She never wore a typical yoga outfit and her balloon pants easily received my searching palm as it snuck inside her waistband. She tasted of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that Rolly was watching.<<else>>I did know that I wasn't sure how into Rolly watching I was.<</if>> And he was //watching//. His needlepoint was dropped beside him for the first time in countless sessions. <br><br> Her hands tugged back and forth on either side of my tight pants, working them down off my hips. There was extra care as they slid over my injured calf, a gentle caress, and then my top came off -- much easier. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Naked...">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<outfit naked>> Naked, I could feel the residue of the workout, but her fingers were keeping me distracted enough. <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> I giggled, yanking at her pants, which dropped and she stepped out of, revealing the thick thatch of hair covering her pussy. She pressed a hand to my solar plexus, issuing me onto my back and her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the warm wood -- heated from the yoga session and all those bodies working. My pussy was warm, too. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<speech "Sora">>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</speech>><</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, <<speech "Sora">>"And...streeetcchh."<</speech>> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> And then I saw Rolly's cock, right at the edge of my view, he was standing beside his wife. He was handing her a small black object as I was distracted by his pulsating member. Was he about to join, now that my barriers were dropped? <<speech "Rolly">>"This should open her up."<</speech>> <br><br> He walked off. He wasn't joining. But the dildo he had given Sora was. And it was pushing up inside me, deeper and thicker than her fingers had been, but I missed the warmth and bodily physicality that her fingers had been. Still, just a few strokes and I was orgasming again. <<speechPC>>"Hahhhhhh!"<</speechPC>> The release echoing through the room. <br><br> She worked slowly, letting me come down and then extracted the device. She gave it a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wood floor. <<speech "Sora">>"Ommmm."<</speech>> A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against the foam of the mat in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And Rolly was there, looking down at his wife eating my pussy with impressive abilities. <br><br> His hands worked like they always did, but now without needlepoint, they were stroking along his erect cock. I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I watched him with his thighs spread, the way his cock pulsed, the drool of his precum. He didn't approach, but in a way it was like they were both fucking me. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, I'm sorry..."<</speech>> My back thudded against my mat, looking down at her as she moved her hands to my calves. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry."<</speechPC>> She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. We panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, I turned my eyes back to her husband, fully expecting him to be ambling over or to catch a face full of his load. Instead, he sat quietly, watching us spooning and occasionally making a deliberate stroke along his shaft, keeping erect but avoiding his own orgasm. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "It was slightly awkward to be leaving...">> <<outfit yoga>> It was slightly awkward to be leaving, pulling on my clothes as Sora remained naked and gazing me over while her husband masturbated. <<speech "Sora">>"Goodbye, see you next week."<</speech>> She purred. Rolly nodded goodbye and continues sliding his hand along his stiff cock while I departed. Definitely the most weird session I ever had. <br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. And I never really did understand what was going on between them or what Rolly wanted. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<vCardCheck Sora F "Sora, Yoga Instructor, as her husband watched." "And that's how I lost my virginity, as her husband watched..." "age: 40" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <<elseif $UN.sora == 2>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a reliable student, something to break up the fair weather practitioners. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. There was never a conflict since the dance classes didn't happen except early and late. We took our time, enjoyed the calm and freedom of it just being us two and then headed off to the showers. <br><br> Girls in the locker room was nothing new to me. We'd strip down, fully naked in front of each other like I had with other girls my entire life. Sure, there'd be looks and inquisitiveness over each other's grooming, build, look of her pussy or mine, comparison of tits or ass. But after enough looks, it became passe. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particular strenuous session, I had strained my calf and had been hopping my way beside her afterwards. We were laughing over my sudden 'clumsiness' while I nearly fell over, stripping my yoga clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> <<outfit naked>> off. <br><br><br> The tightness of my pants was too much and caught on my foot. I was falling forward and she caught me. <<speechPC>>"Thanks!"<</speechPC>> I was laughing so hard. She was too. <<speech "Sora">>"You okay there?"<</speech>> She smiled down at me, both of us ignoring that for the moment, one of her hands was squarely supporting me by one of my breasts. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Her other hand dipped, <<speech "Sora">>"How about here?"<</speech>> It was sudden, but it was a sure movement, across my sensitive and responsive folds. <br><br><br> Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy -->> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I--uh."<</speechPC>> Jerking back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And in the showers? No. Thanks. <<speechPC>>"I'm feeling much better."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!"<</speech>> She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <<speechPC>>"I've had worse."<</speechPC>> I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as got into my own shower and pulled the curtain closed. The sparest of barriers, but hopefully enough. <br><br><br> My shower came on. I listened for hers. And then we were showering like always. Nothing was ever mentioned again. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Kinks">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She tasted of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that anyone could walk in. <<else>>I did know that I wasn't sure how into someone potentially walking in I was.<</if>> And //anyone// could. <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> I giggled, yanking at her hips, guiding us into the shower stall behind me. I reached to grab at the spare curtain and she shook her head, a hand pressed to my solar plexus, issuing me against the cold tile wall of the shower. Her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. Tentatively up on one set of toes, as she lowered, one of her hands slid carefully and gently across my pain. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the slippery tiles -- this was going to take all my coordination and focus to stay upright. Unlike the shower, my pussy was warm. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<speech "Sora">>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</speech>><</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, <<speech "Sora">>"And...streeetcchh."<</speech>> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> Slowly, she worked me down and extracted her fingers eventually. She gave them a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wall. <<speech "Sora">>"Ommmm."<</speech>> A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against wet floor, in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. I was wobbling, on the verge of falling again. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And I held there, eyes to the unremarkable restroom ceiling. <br><br> I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I could see every crack. The lines where a fresh coat of paint had stopped, the growing mildew at the edges. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, I'm sorry..."<</speech>> My hips dropped back hard, ass hitting the wall as I nearly lost all strength in my legs. She stayed squatting, her hands supporting me, one returning to my calf. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry."<</speechPC>> She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. She reached over and turned on the water. It coursed over us as we panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, my vision cleared enough that I saw the occasional person walking by the open stall, looking in at these two women hugging each other naked in the shower. No one said anything. Some were shocked. Some laughed. Some looked disgusted. In that moment, I couldn't care. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>I smiled and gave them coy waves. Once, I gave Sora a good grab of her ass when I caught a shier girl looking.<<else>>But I still used her body to shield me from them. Maybe they wouldn't recognize me.<</if>> <br><br> We washed each other kindly and carefully and I was thankful for her assistance as I couldn't quite stay upright. Then, done with each other and the shower, we stepped out. No towels nearby, we had to drip our way across the bathroom to grab them and dry off. She smiled at me <<linkexpand "as we collected our things...">> <<outfit yoga>> as we collected our things. <br> <<speech "Sora">>"Goodbye, see you next week."<</speech>> She purred. <br><br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<vCardCheck Sora F "Sora, Yoga Instructor" "age: 40" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Sora and I developed a quick and easy bond. I think she enjoyed having a devoted student, something to break up the monotony of the majority that came for the status, not the sweat. She gave me extra attention and we got into a habit of continuing our work after the class was over. A little delay didn't bother me too much. I was never charged more -- which could have been painful -- and, while the other women bristled, we ignored them and let them leave, chatting away softly in lotus position until it was just us. <br><br> One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, I was experiencing a muscle spasm in my calf. I was having trouble walking and Sora and I were laughing over the sudden 'clumsiness' while she helped me, strong hands working its way up and down the meat of my leg. <<speechPC>>"Ah, that feels good,"<</speechPC>> I couldn't help but grunt out, head lolling to the side, eyes closing. <br><br> And then...Sora's hand had reached the joint between my thighs and her massaging began to send very different shocks through my core. <br><br><br> My eyes shot open, looking at her: she seemed calm. The glass door that seemed to beckon eyes to look through it at us in the well-lit studio. Sora was definitely trying to fuck me. What was I going to do? <<crossroads #sora>> <<path>> Hobble away and pretend this never happened? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy -->> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I--uh."<</speechPC>> Jerking my leg back from Sora hinted at what was going to become an awful charley horse, but I didn't think of her that way. And being caught--or watched? No. Thanks. <<speechPC>>"I'm feeling much better."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, you're going to hurt yourself!"<</speech>> She smiled. No offense, no aggression. Placid. <<speechPC>>"I've had worse."<</speechPC>> I laughed it off, though I doubted my smile was as easy as hers. I probably would hurt myself. I grunted as I bent over to roll up my mat, barely able to put weight on that leg. <br><br><br> She smiled, nodding and lifted herself from the ground, going about her usual process of cleaning up after the session. Not another word was spoken as I made my best way out of the studio and to the showers. <br><br><br> I have no idea what I avoided, but nothing like that happened again, even as I continued going to class throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Have an especially relaxing session? <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<face ahego>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <</if>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> I pressed my hips back, a silent 'yes' to her offer. She slid forward, her knee moving between my thighs and parting them as her other hand met with my neck -- god she had strong hands -- and we began to make out. <br><br> She never wore a typical yoga outfit and her balloon pants easily received my searching palm as it snuck inside her waistband. She smelled of mint tea, she smelled of marijuana. I wondered if my leg would be able to endure the extra strain. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism')>>I did know that enjoyed that Rolly was watching.<<else>> I did know that I wasn't sure how into Rolly watching I was.<</if>> And he was //watching//. His needlepoint was dropped beside him for the first time in countless sessions. <br><br> Her hands tugged back and forth on either side of my tight pants, working them down off my hips. There was extra care as they slid over my injured calf, a gentle caress, and then my top came off -- much easier. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Naked...">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> Naked, I could feel the residue of the workout, but her fingers were keeping me distracted enough. <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> I giggled, yanking at her pants, which dropped and she stepped out of, revealing the thick thatch of hair covering her pussy. She pressed a hand to my solar plexus, issuing me onto my back and her head dropped between my thighs which fell open expectantly. <br><br> Her fingers back and forth across my swelling labia and then dipped towards me and in. Gasping, my toes pressed against the warm wood -- heated from the yoga session and all those bodies working. My pussy was warm, too. And receptive. Back and forth, curling upward along the rough upper wall inside me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<speech "Sora">>"Oh. Someone needs opening."<</speech>> <</if>> Her shoulders lifted, taking a breath. And used to her style, I matched her, knowing what would be coming as we exhaled together, <<speech "Sora">>"And...streeetcchh."<</speech>> I squealed. I stretched. I was immediately cumming, feeling the firmness of her two fingers massaging inside me as my body grabbed at them. My breathing pattern broken, but she didn't care, and I was amazed at how she just hit that button so immediately, like a trigger. Slowly, I recovered, feeling the throbbing inside me and I huffed pleased, looking down at her with a broad smile. <br><br> And then I her retrieving something from her bag. A device I had never seen her use during class. It was small and black. I was curious, but unable to really argue at this time. <<speech "Sora">>"This should open you up."<</speech>> <br><br> It was pushing up inside me, deeper and thicker than her fingers had been, but I missed the warmth and bodily physicality that her fingers had been. Still, just a few strokes and I was orgasming again. <<speechPC>>"Hahhhhhh!"<</speechPC>> The release echoing through the room. <br><br> She worked slowly, letting me come down and then extracted the device. She gave it a pleased sniff and slow lick while dropping lower, towards my overwrought snatch. <br><br> Her lips and tongue made contact and I gasped, hands slapping against the wood floor. <<speech "Sora">>"Ommmm."<</speech>> A far different kind of mantra, the vibrations were shuddering through my clit, to my g-spot, up my spine and exploding in my brain. My calf was spasming, charley horse in full effect as I scrabbled against the foam of the mat in that way where part of me wanted to get away and part of me wanted to get closer, get //more//. <br><br> My hips were in her grasp, familiar with her touch and the way she would adjust me, she knew how to hold me. I wouldn't get away. I looked down at her pleadingly and then an orgasm racked through me and my back arched, tits jiggling with the force of the movement. It wasn't an arch pose, but it was as close as I had gotten, abdominals taut. And I saw staring at that door. It was so glass. So clear. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>Was someone looking? Please let someone be watching...no. Maybe soon.<<else>> Had someone seen? Please no. Please...<</if>> <br><br> I gasped and gawked, blood pulsating in my cheeks and behind my eyes, seeming to enhance the view I was getting. I felt bound by the orgasm and rocking pleasure, unable to move, stuck watching in vain should anyone pass. I could see each shift in light: maybe someone about to pass. I could hear the sounds of her licking and sucking at my pulsing pussy, the sounds so loud in the vacant room -- I'm //sure// someone would hear us! <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>Maybe I added a bit too much volume, hoping past all hopes that there would be a voyeur<<else>>I muffled myself, trying to ensure that no one had any reason to come snooping.<</if>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "She lifted her head...">> She lifted her head, licking her lips and clucking her tongue softly, <<speech "Sora">>"Oh, I'm sorry..."<</speech>> My back thudded against my mat, looking down at her as she moved her hands to my calves. I cooed and whimpered, wanting her to continue to lick my pussy, but this also hurt really good. <br><br> My other foot lifted, rubbing back and forth between her thighs and she grinned up at me, applying pressure down and I saw the focus in her eyes. I felt her warmth and wetness grow and the work on my leg get slightly too painful, losing its skill and luster as she came too. <<speechPC>>"Ow!"<</speechPC>> I tried to free my leg and it spasmed. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry."<</speechPC>> She mmm'd out softly while moving up to cuddle with me. We panted together, enjoying the bliss that followed. Eventually, I turned my eyes back to the door, weak after both the yoga and sex, certain that I was about to lose my membership. Or that Sora would be fired for fraternizing. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Eventually, my good sense took over...">> <<outfit yoga>> Eventually, my good sense took over and I scrambled to put my clothes on before someone came in. I looked at her intensely, half-laughing that she would be so laissez-faire. She just sat there, half-naked, watching me. In no rush. <<speech "Sora">>"Goodbye, see you next week."<</speech>> She purred. Definitely the most weird session I ever had. <br><br><br> From then on I knew there was the possibility that staying after had...another kind of session involved. Sora was still my teacher and I was curious if any other classes had 'pet' students like me. <br><br><br> But I still continued attending throughout [[college|UN004 - Professor]]. <<vCardCheck Sora F "Sora, Yoga Instructor" "age: 40" "ethnicity: white">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <</if>>
<<if $UN.job == "nanny">> <div id="darcy"> <<skillChecked "Height, Clique, HS Test Scores">> Darcy was a strawberry blonde that fit your typical 'dork' stereotype: glasses, cute but unfortunate chipmunk-like front teeth with a set of braces, and <<if $CC.height == -1 >>short like me<<else>>a squirt of a girl<</if>>. And despite her outward appearance, she was far from actually good at school like she looked to be. <<if $HS.clique == "Nerd">>Like I had been.<</if>> Just an average student that seemed to get all the downsides of the clique she had been relegated to and none of the perks. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Darcy - strawberry blonde, glasses, braces, nerdy clothing. An AndavaArt character for reference. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_Darcy.png">> */ She was sweet enough but clearly needed my 'mentoring' and support. <br><br> Her bag slammed down by the front door, announcing her arrival home. <<speechPC>>"Darc?"<</speechPC>> I looked up from my phone, having arrived early like I always had -- Deb wanted me here for when they got home (her reasoning), but really it was so she could get to her tennis lessons, pilates, and social events. <<speech "Darcy">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> The downturn of her tone, despite her natural perk, gave away that something was up. It had been that way for a week or so and I'd been playing it slow and letting her open up to me. Which hadn't happened yet. <br><br> Sliding out of my chair, I caught her by the foot of the stairs before she could escape to her room. Her shoulders fell with a sigh, one hand giving a flick to the single pigtail that her hair could offer being tied up. <<speech "Darcy">>"School sucks."<</speech>> <<if $HS.testScore gt 5>>I had to restrain myself. My initial reaction was to argue with her, but I knew that wouldn't help. <<elseif $HS.testScore gt 3>>I smiled and nodded, while it hadn't been //easy//, it certainly wasn't the unbearable thing that she was making it out to be. <<else>>I leaned in and whispered, <<speechPC>>"I nearly failed."<</speechPC>> She jerked back from the closeness initially but smiled once it registered with her, <<speech "Darcy">>"Really?"<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I began to follow her up the stairs, <<speechPC>>"Shitty test?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I mean. It's a day ending in 'y'. But like...I just...How did you deal with guys?"<</speech>> Ah. Maybe her poor performance was a hormonal issue more than anything else. <<speechPC>>"What do you mean?"<</speechPC>> I coughed slightly, not exactly sure that I should be the one giving Darcy lessons in love, but I __knew__ that her mother was not a font of good knowledge either. <br><br> She dropped onto her bed, laying back, pulling her red frames off her face and rubbing her eyes, <<speech "Darcy">>"Did you. Ya know."<</speech>> She made a lewd motion with her mouth, tongue and hand. She giggled with a playful smile and her light eyes flashed, curious about her Nanny's sexual history. I knew, irrespective of the truth, whatever I said was going to influence her. I had to be careful. <br><br> <<crossroads #darcy>> <<path>> "Uh. No." <<contents>> I could feel the blood that had just rushed into my cheeks. She looked disappointed. Looked //pissed//. <<speech "Darcy">>"Bullshit."<</speech>> I gulped down the worry of blamed for Darcy becoming some hookup queen. <<speechPC>>"Darcy. You really shouldn't--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Get out."<</speech>> Her words pushed me back. I gulped again: the worry of losing my connection with Darcy entirely. And maybe losing my job __that__ way. <<speechPC>>"Darc--"<</speechPC>> She swung her leg out and the door slammed in my face. <<speech "Darcy">>"Prude!"<</speech>> came through the door. <br><br> And that really was the last time she opened up to me. I didn't speak a word about it to the Reddings. But from then on all I received from her was side-eye, under her breath comments, and a lot of silence. <br><br> I had lost on the opportunity to connect with her, but I tried to resolve myself that it was worth the other potential results. <br><br><br> Still, it <<link "hurt">><<replace "#darcy" t8n>> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> "Uh. Yeah." <<contents>> <<set _darcy = true>> I could feel the blood that had just rushed into my cheeks along with the memory of some of those situations at her age. Her head jerked up off the bed and I received a full display of her prominent front teeth, <<speech "Darcy">>"Yeah?!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I mean--"<</speechPC>> She broke in, grabbing my wrists, <<speech "Darcy">>"No! That's ''awesome''. I //knew// it. What about--"<</speech>> a finger pumped in and out of her curled palm. Instinctively, I just smacked her hand away lightly. <<speechPC>>"Darcy!"<</speechPC>> She giggled excitedly and rolled up onto her knees, tugging my wrists again, <<speech "Darcy">>"Fine, fine. Show me. Like...I wanna do it //good//."<</speech>> I coughed. Whatever face I was making caused her to go into a giggle fit, <<speech "Darcy">>"Come onnnn. Brianna, Pelo wanna know too and like, we can all practice and stuff with each other. But you like...''know''! Ya know?"<</speech>> I did //not// think this was the help I'd be giving the Redding kids. <<speechPC>>"You have to promise me--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Not gonna tell!"<</speech>> She held up a hand and shook her head. <<speechPC>>"No. Well, right. But, //promise// me--"<</speechPC>> An eyeroll. <<speech "Darcy">>"I'll be 'careful'."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Good, but __promise__ me--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I'll blow their minds."<</speech>> That made me lose it. I was laughing and grabbing her, <<speechPC>>"I mean you gotta promise to actually try at school."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I willlll,"<</speech>> I squeezed her. <<speechPC>>"And then gimme the credit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Promise."<</speech>> <br> And that's how our 'study sessions' began. She was a rapt student when it came to sex. I only hoped that she turned some of that energy to her studies. I wondered if I was anything like her just a few years ago and if I had this opportunity... <br><br> We started with our fingers and graduated to some household vegetables. I didn't mind some gag reflex studying as well, not gonna lie. Within a week, I started to worry that she was going to put me to shame. <br><br> Still, I had made inroads with her and her grades did slightly tick up. Slightly. <br><br><br> Everything else, on the other hand...she literally gobbled it all up. Had I created a <<link "monster">><<replace "#darcy" t8n>><<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">><</replace>><</link>>? <<path $bodies.length gt 10>> "Uh. A lot." <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have enough previous partners. <<contents>> <<set _darcy = true>> <<speechPC>>"I fuckin' loved it. Still do."<</speechPC>> I don't know what clicked inside me but I wasn't embarrassed at all and I hadn't even thought twice. The honesty just flooded out of me. <br><br> Her head jerked up off the bed. First, she looked stunned, and that gave way to a slowly growing grin. I received a full display of her prominent front teeth, <<speech "Darcy">>"Yeah?!"<</speech>> I don't think she could have smiled wider. <<speechPC>>"I mean--"<</speechPC>> She broke in, grabbing my wrists, <<speech "Darcy">>"No! That's awesome. I //knew// it. What about--"<</speech>> a finger pumped in and out of her curled palm. Instinctively, I just smacked her hand away lightly. <<speechPC>>"It's more like..."<</speechPC>> I pulled her middle finger to join her index, made a playful face and then added her ring finger. The three were pressing her curled palm outward. <br><br> I saw her cheeks flush and a deep hunger in her eyes suddenly form. She giggled excitedly and rolled up onto her knees, tugging my wrists again, <<speech "Darcy">>"Ohhhh. Show me. Like...I wanna do it //good//."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Show you how...to give head?"<</speechPC>> Instant nod. Rapid nodding. Insistent. <<speech "Darcy">>"And fuck."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Darc!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Come onnnn. Brianna, Pelo wanna know too and like, we can all practice and stuff with each other. But you like...''know''! Ya know?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You have to promise me--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Not gonna tell!"<</speech>> She held up a hand and shook her head. <<speechPC>>"No. Well, right. But, //promise// me--"<</speechPC>> An eyeroll. <<speech "Darcy">>"I'll be 'careful'."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Good, but __promise__ me--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I'll blow their minds."<</speech>> That made me lose it. I was laughing and grabbing her, <<speechPC>>"I mean you gotta promise to actually try at school."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"I willlll,"<</speech>> I squeezed her. <<speechPC>>"And then gimme the credit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Promise."<</speech>> And then, she was taking her clothes off. <<speechPC>>"Jeez, Darc--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darcy">>"Whatttt."<</speech>> She rolled her eyes as she tugged her shorts down her spidery legs, <<speech "Darcy">>"Pruuude."<</speech>> She gave me a nod of her chin and I started to follow suit. Birthday suit. <br><br><br> And that's how our 'study sessions' began. She was a rapt student when it came to sex. I only hoped that she turned some of that energy to her studies. I wondered if I was anything like her just a few years ago and if I had this opportunity... <br><br> We started with our fingers and graduated to some household vegetables. I didn't mind some gag reflex studying as well, not gonna lie. And the rest really wasn't just co-masturbation, she really wanted to understand the physics and mechanics of positions, so I had to take the role. She acquired a dildo to make it easier. <br><br> It wasn't actually hooking up with her, but with how heated it got and how serious she took it, it certainly //felt// like it. I knew every inch of her and she knew every inch of me. I saw what she'd be like in bed: less a chipmunk and more a bobcat. <br><br> Within a week, I started to worry that she was going to put me to shame. <br><br><br> She literally gobbled it all up. Had I created a <<link "monster">><<replace "#darcy">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin">> <</replace>><</link>>? <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.job == "sugar">> <div id="sugar"> <<outfit sugarDress>> <<accessory2 "necklace_vancleef">> Bobby Three -- a pet name I always had in my head when I thought of him -- and I had been a pair for a couple of months. We had gotten through the testing portion of our interactions where I had vetted him and he had decided he liked more of me than simply how I looked. Demeanor played a lot into the men's choices as much as feeling safe and secure mattered to me. <br><br> He treated me well and tonight was going to be one of the more impressive events: dinner at an exclusive, out-of-town, five-star restaurant. I was wearing the dress he had bought for me the week before and had spent most of the day getting meticulously prepared rather than working on homework and test prep. I wanted to impress. If he was going all out, then so would I. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Sugar Dinner Outfit - Elegant evening dress, jewelry, heels, makeup done nicely. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3-SugarDinner.png">> */ Making my way out to the limousine that had been waiting for me street-side, I was considering how to up the ante that evening. Up to this point, we hadn't done more than a bit of hooking up. Passionate makeouts were old hat by now. He had gotten me naked. I had made him cum. He had made me cum. But we really hadn't gotten deeply sexual. Call it a high school second or third base. Part of it was the way the SB/SD relationships seemed to be: slower, less sex and more of the relationship-side of escorting, part of it was Bobby Three. It didn't seem like he wanted more, wasn't asking for more. But maybe he was just waiting for me to give it to him the way he gave things to me. In my time, at my pace, when I felt he deserved them. <br><br> All of this was so new to me and confusing, but also gratifying in a way. I couldn't help but smile broadly when I saw him sitting in the backseat of the limo to join me on the hour or so trip (traffic willing) to our dinner, <<speechPC>>"Out of work early?"<</speechPC>> I slid carefully and slowly beside him, lightly tugging on the door handle to pull it behind me as I nestled close against him, letting the drape of the dress reveal one of my legs, the shoes that he had purchased for me a few weeks ago and my fresh pedicure. <<speech "Bobby III">>"You know I'm never working //this// late, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He reached forward, not touching me yet, but offering me a glass of champagne, which I accepted gratefully. <<speechPC>>"Well, this is the earliest you've made time for me. I fully expected to be meeting you there..."<</speechPC>> I took a sip, one foot bouncing to draw attention to my gams. <<speech "Bobby III">>"This is the longest you've made time for me. A whole weekend, you're spoiling me. Call us even."<</speech>> His hand slid into mine, intertwining fingers as he smiled at me. It wasn't love in his eyes, but it felt so adjacent that it was confusing. <br><br> He was a dapper gentleman, fit for his advanced age and always dressed well. He had a eternally shaven head that never seemed to hint at where the true hairline started -- was it affect or age -- and sported just a mustache for his masculinity. <br><br> We rode along, him asking me how the week was going and me regaling him in the insipid worries of a college student, but he seemed to like hearing about things that he had left so far behind. Or maybe through my eyes and youth. Or maybe just from my mouth. <br><br><br> Speaking of which. We had such a long ride, maybe this was a moment to up the ante on my end. <<crossroads #sugar>> <<path>> Give him an appetizer <<contents>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<liftUpDress>> Twisting my hips, I slid down onto the carpeted floor of the back of the limo, dress collecting on either side of my spread thighs, draping open as my hands stroked down his pants, teasingly playing with his belt and fly. <<speech "Bobby III">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shhh...you've had a hard week."<</speechPC>> I gave a less than surprising squeeze to his cock on those final words. I felt and saw a bit of upset on his face and pulled firmly on his slacks, making him lift his hips. I was determined to turn that frown upside-down. <br><br> He relented, his shaft freed from the Armani pants, swinging free swollen but not erect. It was the closest I'd been to his cock and had the light and time to really get to know it. Before it had just been my hand and my mind had created its own image of the thing, but there it was. I gave the tip a kiss, hand wrapping around the squidgy base, giving a slow stroke as my mouth went to his sack. I took each globe between my lips, letting my tongue roll around it while I gave each some gentle suction. I felt him hardening in my hand, <<speechPC>>"Okay?"<</speechPC>> I smiled up past his junk, checking in with him. He nodded, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Okay."<</speech>> It was a soft but willing agreement. I was surprised. Most men now would be salivating, grunting, grinning ear-to-ear. He was contentedly simply watching, no real expression on his face as I moved back and forth between his testicles. Okay, up the game. <br><br><br> My tongue slid out of my mouth, full extension as I pressed it up along his shaft, licking with firm and slow pressure. I let my eyes flutter up to his at the beginning and each of my grand licks. I felt his cock giving slight pulses with each contact with his sensitive underside. He still had that empty countenance, but I could tell that his cock was enjoying my work. <br><br> His cockhead became wrapped by my lips, slowly twisting my head as I teased the nerve center. Had he so much experience that I was bland? It hurt a bit and pushed me to go harder, faster, kitten. I took his cock into my mouth, fully engulfing him to the best of my ability. My hand twisted at the base of his cock while my mouth did the opposite motion. I kept eye contact. My free hand guided his to my hair. He tentatively and carefully took it into a ponytail while watching me slurp and suck on his cock. How was he not grunting? <br><br> Rather than race, I decided to just take the lengthy trip as an advantage and suck his cock as long as I could endure. I slowed up, increased the pressure and continued my bobbing. I swallowed down the growing spit in my mouth, not wanting to muss his pants or my makeup more than they were going to be. I felt the tang of the added precum. So he was enjoying, he was pleased. I held low into each bob and held at the top, avoiding the gag reflex to the best of my ability -- no mascara running for me, we had dinner and I didn't bring my compact. <br><br><br> After probably four or five minutes, I could feel the tension finally rising in his lower half. His breathing had increased and then he pulled surprisingly firmly on my hair, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Okay. Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> And my mouth came free with a loud pop, indicating how hard I had been sucking. <br><br> I felt the throb of the inside of my mouth, the soreness at my jaw hinge and a bit of pulsing of my lips. They were getting tired. I shook my head and smiled, <<speechPC>>"Let me do this for you."<</speechPC>> He didn't nod, he didn't respond, but I felt the pull at my hair slacken instantly and I went back down and up. And down. And up. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> I appreciated the lack of trigger at the back of my mouth. I took him fully in, my lips meeting his base and my working fingers. I felt him entering my throat with each thrust of my head. I was showing him exactly what I was capable of and giving him a ballsdeep experience with my mouth. I also appreciated the fact that I had tons of experience at this and it took a really long time for me to truly get tired. And I knew how to muscle past that point too. Four or five minutes were nothing. I spent nearly half an hour on my knees in front of him, knowing I was keeping him on the edge. I slowed to let him draw back from the brink and then went back to a steady pace til I felt his cock getting super hard and swollen. He was grunting now, he was breathing hard. <br><br> I felt my toes hurting in my shoes, braced as I was, but it was pain I could endure. My knees were having trouble too, but I expected the experience had created a kind of callous there and it should be fine. Still, I figured I'd shown him heaven. I sped up, a quick and solid thrust down of my head to hit him into my throat suddenly and decisively. I fucked my face on his cock and his release immediately happened. His cock pulsed and shuddered against my tongue and in my gullet. I felt and tasted the viscous and hefty load that I had helped him build up as it spewed mostly down into my stomach directly. <br><br> He shifted and groaned as the orgasm tore through him. A half hour of prep for this and now he was peaking. I kept moving up and down, slowly and staying deep as I felt him <<linkexpand "unloading into me.">> unloading into me. I held deep after he was done, enjoying the feeling of his cock pulsing post-ejaculate, then slowly drew off, sucking firmly and cleaning his cock in one go. <<cumSpray facial1>><<face happy runny>> <br><br> I slid back into the seat next to him, intertwining my not-wet hand into his while I worked him back into his pants and closed them up. I smiled at him and watched him come down. <<speechPC>>"Hope you enjoyed that."<</speechPC>> <br> He nodded and gave my bare thigh a squeeze. He looked me over, my cheeks flushed as I was also coming down from the long blowjob, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Your makeup..."<</speech>> A thumb brushed slightly at my lips and cheek, shaking his head with a sigh. <<speechPC>>"It's fine..."<</speechPC>> He nodded again, but leaned forward, telling the driver to stop off on the way. We grabbed some touch-ups for me at a CVS which he was displeased with, but it did enough to resolve the issue. <br><br> Dinner was exquisite. I was overwhelmed with how fast I filled up on the ten courses despite how each of them was so small. Still, I couldn't feel that I could enjoy it because something seemed off with him. Conversation had lightened and shortened. He didn't ask much about me or my week. I didn't see the delight or excitement in his eyes when I tried a joke. <br><br> He played it off, but I knew something was wrong. <br><br><br> We paid the check and got back into the limousine. He accepted a close cuddle again in the backseat and I hoped that I was just imagining things. Then we arrived at the five-star hotel, checked us in and led me up to the room. My pussy had been wet for the past two and a half hours. I was ready and raring to go. I was also willing to completely focus on him if that's what would bring us back to even-keel. <br><br> The door opened and I gasped, seeing the suite that he had gotten for us. It was practically a house. Stunned, I walked into the space, taking it all in. The views over the city and the gorgeous night contrasting with the glint and glimmer of the lights below. I sighed and grinned broadly, sitting down onto a chaise and looked back at him. <<speechPC>>"Wow."<</speechPC>> He was standing there at the door, leaning against the jamb, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Enjoy."<</speech>> A kind, easy smile. And I nearly started crying. He disappeared as the door shut. <br><br> I had the entire weekend in that suite but I spent most of it an emotional wreck, wanting to reach out to him and apologize but knowing I shouldn't. Couldn't. I had messed up and I went through the date from beginning to end. I went over the days preceding and wondering where I had gone wrong. <br><br><br> I never saw him [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> I appreciated my ability to mostly ignore the gag reflex. I took him fully in, my lips meeting his base and my working fingers. I felt him entering my throat with every few drops of my head. I was showing him exactly what I was capable of and giving him a ballsdeep experience with my mouth. I also appreciated the fact that I had tons of experience at this and it took a really long time for me to truly get tired. Four or five minutes were nothing. I spent nearly another ten to fifteen on my knees in front of him, losing track of time as I kept him on the edge. I slowed to let him draw back from the brink and then went back to a steady pace til I felt his cock getting super hard and swollen. He was grunting now, he was breathing hard. <br><br> I felt my toes hurting in my shoes, braced as I was, but it was pain I could endure. My knees were having trouble too, but I expected the experience had created a kind of callous there and it should be fine. Still, I figured I'd shown him heaven. I sped up, a quick and solid thrust down of my head to hit him into my throat suddenly and decisively. I fucked my face on his cock and his release immediately happened. His cock pulsed and shuddered against my tongue and in my gullet. I felt and tasted the viscous and hefty load that I had helped him build up as it spewed mostly down into my stomach directly. <br><br> He shifted and groaned as the orgasm tore through him. A over twenty minutes of prep for this and now <<linkexpand "he was peaking.">> he was peaking. I kept moving up and down, slowly and staying deep as I felt him unloading into me. I held deep after he was done, enjoying the feeling of his cock pulsing post-ejaculate, then slowly drew off, sucking firmly and cleaning his cock in one go. <<cumSpray facial1>><<face happy runny>> <br><br> I slid back into the seat next to him, intertwining my not-wet hand into his while I worked him back into his pants and closed them up. I smiled at him and watched him come down. <<speechPC>>"Hope you enjoyed that."<</speechPC>> <br> He nodded and gave my bare thigh a squeeze. He looked me over, my cheeks flushed as I was also coming down from the long blowjob, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Your makeup..."<</speech>> A thumb brushed slightly at my lips and cheek and up to the mascara that was fully running down from my eyes. He shook his head with a sigh. <<speechPC>>"It's fine..."<</speechPC>> He nodded again, but leaned forward, telling the driver to stop off on the way. We grabbed some touch-ups for me at a CVS which he was displeased with, but it did enough to resolve the issue. <br><br> Dinner was exquisite. I was overwhelmed with how fast I filled up on the ten courses despite how each of them was so small. Still, I couldn't feel that I could enjoy it because something seemed off with him. Conversation had lightened and shortened. He didn't ask much about me or my week. I didn't see the delight or excitement in his eyes when I tried a joke. <br><br> He played it off, but I knew something was wrong. <br><br><br> We paid the check and got back into the limousine. He accepted a close cuddle again in the backseat and I hoped that I was just imagining things. Then we arrived at the five-star hotel, checked us in and led me up to the room. My pussy had been wet for the past two and a half hours. I was ready and raring to go. I was also willing to completely focus on him if that's what would bring us back to even-keel. <br><br> The door opened and I gasped, seeing the suite that he had gotten for us. It was practically a house. Stunned, I walked into the space, taking it all in. The views over the city and the gorgeous night contrasting with the glint and glimmer of the lights below. I sighed and grinned broadly, sitting down onto a chaise and looked back at him. <<speechPC>>"Wow."<</speechPC>> He was standing there at the door, leaning against the jamb, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Enjoy."<</speech>> A kind, easy smile. And I nearly started crying. He disappeared as the door shut. <br><br> I had the entire weekend in that suite but I spent most of it an emotional wreck, wanting to reach out to him and apologize but knowing I shouldn't. Couldn't. I had messed up and I went through the date from beginning to end. I went over the days preceding and wondering where I had gone wrong. <br><br><br> I never saw him [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I wished I could take him deeper. I fought the gag at the back of my mouth as best I could. I wanted to show him exactly what I was capable of and give him a ballsdeep experience with my mouth. Still, I appreciated the fact that I had tons of experience at this and it took a really long time for me to truly get tired. Four or five minutes were nothing. I spent twice as long on my knees in front of him, losing track of time as I kept him on the edge. I slowed to let him draw back from the brink and then went back to a steady pace til I felt his cock getting super hard and swollen. He was grunting now, he was breathing hard. <br><br> I felt my toes hurting in my shoes, braced as I was, but it was pain I could endure. My knees were having trouble too, but I expected the experience had created a kind of callous there and it should be fine. Still, I figured I'd shown him heaven. I sped up, a quick and solid thrust down of my head to hit him into my throat suddenly and decisively. I held deep, fighting the gag, stomach flexing and body lurching as I kept him deep and his release immediately happened. His cock pulsed and shuddered against my tongue and in my gullet. I felt and tasted the viscous and hefty load that I had helped him build up as it spewed mostly down into my stomach directly. <br><br> He shifted and groaned as the orgasm tore through him. A quarter hour and now <<linkexpand "he was peaking.">> he was peaking. I had to pull back, not wanting to vomit on him. I kept him as deep as I could manage, breathing through my nose, enjoying the feeling of his cock pulsing post-ejaculate, then slowly drew off, sucking firmly and cleaning his cock in one go. <<cumSpray facial1>><<face sick runny>> I slid back into the seat next to him, intertwining my not-wet hand into his while I worked him back into his pants and closed them up. I smiled at him and watched him come down. <<speechPC>>"Hope you enjoyed that."<</speechPC>> <br> He nodded and gave my bare thigh a squeeze. He looked me over, my cheeks flushed as I was also coming down from the long blowjob, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Your makeup..."<</speech>> A thumb brushed slightly at my lips and cheek and up to the mascara that was fully running down from my eyes. He shook his head with a sigh. <<speechPC>>"It's fine..."<</speechPC>> He nodded again, but leaned forward, telling the driver to stop off on the way. We grabbed some touch-ups for me at a CVS which he was displeased with, but it did enough to resolve the issue. <br><br> Dinner was exquisite. I was overwhelmed with how fast I filled up on the ten courses despite how each of them was so small. Still, I couldn't feel that I could enjoy it because something seemed off with him. Conversation had lightened and shortened. He didn't ask much about me or my week. I didn't see the delight or excitement in his eyes when I tried a joke. <br><br> He played it off, but I knew something was wrong. <br><br><br> We paid the check and got back into the limousine. He accepted a close cuddle again in the backseat and I hoped that I was just imagining things. Then we arrived at the five-star hotel, checked us in and led me up to the room. My pussy had been wet for the past two and a half hours. I was ready and raring to go. I was also willing to completely focus on him if that's what would bring us back to even-keel. <br><br> The door opened and I gasped, seeing the suite that he had gotten for us. It was practically a house. Stunned, I walked into the space, taking it all in. The views over the city and the gorgeous night contrasting with the glint and glimmer of the lights below. I sighed and grinned broadly, sitting down onto a chaise and looked back at him. <<speechPC>>"Wow."<</speechPC>> He was standing there at the door, leaning against the jamb, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Enjoy."<</speech>> A kind, easy smile. And I nearly started crying. He disappeared as the door shut. <br><br> I had the entire weekend in that suite but I spent most of it an emotional wreck, wanting to reach out to him and apologize but knowing I shouldn't. Couldn't. I had messed up and I went through the date from beginning to end. I went over the days preceding and wondering where I had gone wrong. <br><br><br> I never saw him [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I wished I could take him deeper. I fought the gag at the back of my mouth as best I could. I wanted to show him exactly what I was capable of and give him a ballsdeep experience with my mouth. I lost track of time as I gagged on him and tried to keep him on the edge. I slowed to give myself a little break and hopefully let him come back from the edge. He was grunting now, he was breathing hard, so I hoped the attempts to edge and please him were working. <br><br> I felt my toes hurting in my shoes, braced as I was, but it was pain I was willing to endure. My knees were having trouble too, but tried to ignore what might be rug-burned or glaringly red. Still, I figured I'd shown him heaven. I sped up, a quick and solid thrust down of my head to hit him into my throat suddenly and decisively. I held deep, fighting the gag, stomach flexing and body lurching as I kept him deep and his release immediately happened. His cock pulsed and shuddered against my tongue and in my gullet. I felt and tasted the viscous and hefty load that I had helped him build up as it spewed down into my stomach directly. <br><br> He shifted and groaned as the orgasm tore through him. A good long blowjob and now <<linkexpand "he was peaking.">> he was peaking. I had to pull back, not wanting to vomit on him. But it was too late. I had pushed my body to the limit and I had to yank my mouth off of him and find a cup-holder. I retched, mouth full of the flavor of my stomach and his ejaculate. Eventually I realized he was patting and stroking my back. <<speech "Bobby III">>"There, there."<</speech>> <<cumSpray facial1>><<face sad runny>> <br><br> I squatted there, panting hard and looking at the mess I had made. He was messy too, since I hadn't finished the job fully. I started to cry, tears running down my face and sobbing that made my over-wrought stomach muscles spasm. I was hiccoughing and his pitying look was more than I could bear. <br> <<speech "Bobby III">>"It's okay, it's okay."<</speech>> He looked me over, my cheeks flushed, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Your makeup..."<</speech>> A thumb brushed slightly at my lips and cheek and up to the mascara that was fully running down from my eyes. He shook his head with a sigh. <<speechPC>>"It's fine..."<</speechPC>> He nodded again, but leaned forward, telling the driver to stop off on the way. We grabbed some touch-ups for me at a CVS which he was displeased with, but it did enough to resolve the issue. <br><br> Dinner was exquisite. I was overwhelmed with how fast I filled up on the ten courses despite how each of them was so small. Still, I couldn't feel that I could enjoy it because something seemed off with him. Conversation had lightened and shortened. He didn't ask much about me or my week. I didn't see the delight or excitement in his eyes when I tried a joke. <br><br> He played it off, but I knew something was wrong. <br><br><br> We paid the check and got back into the limousine. He accepted a close cuddle again in the backseat and I hoped that I was just imagining things. Then we arrived at the five-star hotel, checked us in and led me up to the room. My pussy had been wet for the past two and a half hours. I was ready and raring to go. I was also willing to completely focus on him if that's what would bring us back to even-keel. <br><br> The door opened and I gasped, seeing the suite that he had gotten for us. It was practically a house. Stunned, I walked into the space, taking it all in. The views over the city and the gorgeous night contrasting with the glint and glimmer of the lights below. I sighed and grinned broadly, sitting down onto a chaise and looked back at him. <<speechPC>>"Wow."<</speechPC>> He was standing there at the door, leaning against the jamb, <<speech "Bobby III">>"Enjoy."<</speech>> A kind, easy smile. And I nearly started crying. He disappeared as the door shut. <br><br> I had the entire weekend in that suite but I spent most of it an emotional wreck, wanting to reach out to him and apologize but knowing I shouldn't. Couldn't. I had messed up and I went through the date from beginning to end. I went over the days preceding and wondering where I had gone wrong. <br><br><br> I never saw him [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> Hold off. I wasn't a whore. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Family and Underwear Choice">> Being a Sugar Baby didn't mean escort, didn't mean prostitute and I wasn't going to undermine our connection. Tonight was about more than sex. Not that there wouldn't be sex, it could just be later. The appetizer was the date, the tease was the touching and talking. His eyes on me would entice his brain. <br><br> Instead of giving him head, I gave him a bit of a show. I let the slit of my dress nearly peek the place between my thighs. I leaned against him and strategically sighed, letting my cleavage rise and swell. <br><br> We laughed and talked. I felt him squeezing my hand, feeling the size of his around and between my more delicate fingers. My other hand toyed a bit at a button-hole of his jacket and occasionally brushed his stomach when I laughed at something he said. <br><br> And none of it was an act. I genuinely enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy mine. He did seem to want to know about the idiots raising their hands in class for the wrong answer, or what I was thinking with rush approaching. He gave me advice on what I should be studying and what really mattered after school. <br><br><br> Dinner. Was. Exquisite. I was overwhelmed by how fast I filled up on the ten courses despite how each of them was so small. He had selected a 'contact' white wine from some region in France to accentuate our meal, <<speech "Bobby III">>"So you've told me a lot about <<if $CC.dad == 2>>your friends<<else>>Dad<</if>> <<if $CC.mom == "family">>and the rest of your family<</if>>, but what about--"<</speech>> He stopped himself. Something about the look in my eye that had come unbidden. <<speech "Bobby III">>"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No. It's fine."<</speechPC>> I shook my head and smiled. <<speechPC>>"Uh, not really sure what to say, to be honest. Or...what I'm allowed to?"<</speechPC>> It came with a chuckle because it was true. I thought back to Nate and the whole situation before college. <<speech "Bobby III">>"No pressure."<</speech>> He squeezed my hand. And he meant it. He didn't push any further and let me go back to talking about <<print $CC.FName>> and how I missed the hijinks we got into. We finished dessert and he paid. We laughed at how full we were and climbed back into the limousine for the short ride over to the five-star hotel. We cuddled up again in the backseat and fingers played with each other in silence and digested. <<speechPC>>"You really went all out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bobby III">>"You deserve it."<</speech>> I blushed. <br><br> At least we both looked like we belonged, walking in dressed in designer clothing and top-tier food and drink in our bellies. He checked us in and we headed up to the room he had gotten for us. <br><br> The door opened and I gasped, seeing the suite that he had gotten for us. It was practically a house. Stunned, I walked into the space, taking it all in. The views over the city and the gorgeous night contrasting with the glint and glimmer of the lights below. I sighed and grinned broadly, sitting down onto a chaise and looked back at him. <<speechPC>>"Wow."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I was shocked -- he was literally right behind me, dropping down to his knees and beginning to unstrap the shoes from my <<linkexpand "feet.">> feet.<<feet>> They were tired and I was glad to have them relieved. <<speech "Bobby III">>"Yes, wow. That's what I've been thinking all evening."<</speech>> He tucked the shoes gently under the chaise and began to massage up from my feet and calves to my thighs. I sighed and reclined on my elbows. His hands continued working their way up, dipping to the hidden place <<linkexpand "under my dress.">> under my dress.<<liftUpDress>> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>I worked my hips back and forth as he snaked my underwear down (well, the underwear he had bought me).<<else>>I felt his hand jerk back slightly, finding none of the underwear he had purchased for me. I quickly grasped at his wrists, <<speechPC>>"I...just don't usually wear any. I hope that's okay."<</speechPC>> He chuckled and nodded.<</if>> And then his head disappeared and my head fell off the back of the chaise. My legs kicked up and open as his tongue dove into me, one of his fingers snaking up inside my soft clutch. <br><br> I grunted and squirmed, having trouble as the pleasure was battling with the humor of seeing the bottom of my dress ballooned up by his head. I tugged it aside and laughed at him, mmphing and grabbing the bare pate to press him against my snatch. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. B-bobby..."<</speechPC>> He responded with a deep mmhmm, shuddering up into my core. I struggled in the dress, his tongue broadly lapping up along my mound and labia, catching at the top where my clit was and stroking firmly against it. He had skill and years of experience. It took me no time at all before I was probably smothering him in my pussy as I came, squealing out into the suite. <<speechPC>>"O-okay, okay! S-stop."<</speechPC>> I wriggled away from him and eventually he let me go, though it seemed like he wanted to drive me to orgasm number two, but I slid off and interposed the chaise between us as I recovered, collapsing on the ground across from him. <<speech "Bobby III">>"You alright?"<</speech>> He stood, care overcoming his face. Such a sweet guy. I rolled my eyes and collected myself, standing up and letting the dress <<linkexpand "fall off my shoulders.">> fall off my shoulders. <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> <br> <<skillChecked "Kinks and Fertility" "Deception">> <<speechPC>>"Get back on that bed. Enough of treating me, it's time you got what //you// deserve."<</speechPC>> And I pointed firmly back towards the California King. He followed my instruction. I moved to him, neither of us speaking as I took my time removing his beautiful suit. He was hard and I couldn't help but smile seeing it for the first time. I had managed to give him a couple handjobs before, but I hadn't had the time or the vantage to truly see him. I pushed him back on the bed and moved to straddle him. I was wet, both from his earlier head but also from just exciting myself throughout the evening. I knew that this is what was coming and I was glad it was here, between my legs. <<speech "Bobby III">>"Mm...Okay, wait now, <<print $CC.name>>. One sec."<</speech>> He grabbed a breast, holding me by it as his other hand dug into his suit to reveal a condom. A part of me hurt that he wanted to wrap it up with how much time we had spent between us. It felt like he thought I was dirty. That I was a whore. I chewed my lip as I watched him open the wrapper. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'm safe."<</speechPC>> One hand pushed at the half-opened condom, the other guiding his tip between my legs to my waiting sex. <<elseif $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I wanted him inside me anyway. <<speechPC>>"It's okay. It's safe."<</speechPC>> Probably? One hand pushed at the half-opened condom, the other guiding his tip between my legs to my waiting sex. <<if $Stats.Skills["Deception"].value gt 1>> <br><br> He frowned at me, sussing, <<speech "Bobby III">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> but with a smile and entrance inside me, I must have convinced him enough. His head dropped back onto the bed and his hands took my hips as handholds as my pussy became my dickhold. <<else>> <<speech "Bobby III">>"Don't lie to me."<</speech>> I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. I didn't fool him and I saw him considering ending the intercourse -- and probably the weekend -- right then and there. Wordlessly, I helped him slide the condom onto his cock and let him stay in control. My desires be damned, I didn't want to ruin this. My waiting sex wanted dick one way or the other. <</if>> <<else>> I squashed my offense. It was sensible. I helped him slide the condom over his member and then guided him between my legs to my waiting sex. <</if>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and Fertility" "Deception">> He laid back in front of me and guided my hips up and down. I was so wet at this point, lubrication was a given. He slid easily to the hilt and to the tip. He watched my breasts bounce for him as I worked myself in his lap. My hands found the greyed hairs of his chest, leaning onto his ribcage while I slowly worked myself on his meat. <br><br><br> One hand left my hip, stroking down my thigh, then up again across my working stomach. He caressed my breasts, down one arm. He was focused on every part of me, making this incredibly intimate and, surprisingly, it was this touch that set me off. I shoved him against my deepest inner button as I quaked, thighs shaking on either side of him, panting out awkward gasps as I climaxed again, this time with him inside me. It felt incredible. <br><br> Just as I was coming down, I felt a sudden shock between my legs: he was working my clit and sending me right over again. I whimpered, collapsing onto his chest and clutching at him as he did not relent. I cooed and whimpered, feeling the energy and strength in my lower half ebbing away. <br><br> We stayed still for a moment, and with a final, gentle caress, left my sensitive nub to give my ass consideration and felt me there as I recovered. <<speech "Bobby III">>"Too much,"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nuh-uh. Not enough."<</speechPC>> He squeezed my cheeks and it was the firmest he had been with me. <br><br> We continued like that, an epic of sex. He let me bring him to the edge and then I had to surrender to an orgasm which let him pull back. I was putty in his hands, I was in a fog of pleasure and exhaustion by the time it finally ended. And it ended with immense satisfaction. <br><br> I wanted it so badly for him. //I// __needed__ him to cum. And when he did, I wasn't orgasming too, but it felt as adjacent as it could be, a sympathetic near-climax while he held me and met his <<linkexpand "own peak.">>his own peak. <br><br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> His thick load filling me felt like the culmination of all these weeks together. Something that we had both worked for and earned. I had finally had him inside me and now I was filled by him. It felt perfect. <<elseif $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") && $Stats.Skills["Deception"].value gt 1>> His thick load filling me felt like the culmination of all these weeks together. Something that we had both worked for and earned. I had finally had him inside me and now I was filled by him. It felt perfect. My body shuddered as I thought about the risk and the lie, but I kept it to myself, delighting in it. <<else>> Even through the condom, I could feel how thick his load was. It was the culmination of all these weeks together. Something that we had both worked for and earned. It felt perfect. <</if>> <br><br><br> He stroked my glistening body and we talked in quiet whispers for the next five or ten minutes, just laying there as his cock softened and fell out of me. I could have fallen asleep on him. It shouldn't have been comfortable, but in this state it was bliss. Even if I had wanted to move, I knew it would require his help. Did I even have legs anymore? Who knows? <br><br> I did fall asleep there. I had a dream about not having legs. I had a dream of us together. I had a sex dream. It was incredibly vivid -- I was probably twitching up a storm ontop of his body. <br><br> That was the only time we had sex that weekend, surprisingly. It wasn't the last time, but it truly was a magical weekend. And I did take a moment or two to let him in on Elle. Not everything, but I felt that he deserved to know more about me and my background. He appreciated it and didn't press for more than I wanted to tell. It was a lovely little thing that Bobby Three and I had. <br><br><br> The gifts and money were a benefit, but really I liked this pseudo relationship. It wasn't what I expected when I jumped into being a Sugar Baby, but I wasn't going to argue with it now that I was in it. And god did it make the rest of school much easier to [[palate|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.job == "admin">> <<speech "Patrick">>"So. How's college treating ya?"<</speech>> Patrick folded his arms on the front desk. Being up there meant that I was the de facto place to waste some time. It also meant that I had to entertain them. I was the 'face of the company' for when guests, clients, whomever arrived (it was mostly DoorDashers), but really I was the pretty face to welcome our staff. <<speechPC>>"Ya know."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, forcing a smile as I looked up at him from my monitor. From the work that I was expected to do. From spreadsheets of god-knows what. <<speech "Patrick">>"I //do// actually."<</speech>> He leaned forward on his arms, <<speech "Patrick">>"I went there ya know."<</speech>> I did. He had told me ''multiple'' times. <<speechPC>>"Yeah? Like...just graduated, right?"<</speechPC>> Okay, so this was going to be one of the longer conversations, not just some drive-by on the way to the snacks. He actually wanted to talk to me. I hit minimize on the work that wouldn't be done. <<speech "Patrick">>"Yeah, still, I'm sure it's changed a lot since __I__ was a Freshman."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, you should come by and see for yourself."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"I'd need a tour guide. Wouldn't want to get lost. You volunteering?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't know the campus all that well. Ya know, freshman and all. But I'm sure the alumni office has people who can help ya."<</speechPC>> He didn't like that. <<speech "Patrick">>"Aren't you supposed to take care of deliveries?"<</speech>> He was frowning and looking down in front of my desk. <<speechPC>>"Yeah?"<</speechPC>> Friendliness gone and replaced with 'know your place'. He gave a nod of his chin and seemed to be trying to maneuver something with his foot. Kicking it. <<speech "Patrick">>"Missed one."<</speech>> It was a disappointed look, watching me come around to his size where -- yep -- there was a package. I guess I hadn't noticed when I came in this morning. <<speech "Patrick">>"Should probably take care of that before trip-A notices. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble."<</speech>> Triple A was what people called the three partners that ran the place. All had names starting with A. <br><br>/* IMAGE: Patrick standing at the front desk, looking down at a package on the floor beside it. The setting is an office lobby with a reception area. <<image framed "passage/story/University/patrick_frontdesk.png">> */ I was expected to be wearing a skirt which made the more physical tasks required of me far more difficult than they needed to be. I had the sense that Patrick was shifting to ensure he was behind me when I went for the package. <div id="patrick"> I didn't have time for this. <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> Bend over anyway? He didn't deserve a show. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't seek male attention that way. <<contents>> <<face happy>> <<skillChecked "Height">> <br><br> Knowing where his eyes were without having to look, I bent at the waist, feeling the fabric of the skirt pulling up the top of my thighs and peeking some cheek. Enjoy the view, I thought as I picked the box up off the floor -- it had more heft to it than I expected, so I stumbled a bit forward and really had to engage my core to get it off the ground. <<speech "Patrick">>"You got it?"<</speech>> He chuckled. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, yeah,"<</speechPC>> I stood upright, brushing loose strands of hair back away from my forehead that had come loose in the sudden athletic adventure. I clutched the package against my stomach and gave him a slight smile, starting towards the storage closet. <<speech "Patrick">>"Looks like you might need some help with that."<</speech>> He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <<speechPC>>"It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?"<</speech>> It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. <<speech "Patrick">>"Well, well. The inner sanctum."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?"<</speechPC>> I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A cramped supply closet. <<image framed "passage/patrick_supplycloset.png">> */ He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. <<speech "Patrick">>"Never been interested til now."<</speech>> He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Here. I knew I'd come in handy."<</speech>> Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, <<speechPC>>"Okay, thanks. Got it."<</speechPC>> He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <<speech "Patrick">>"There we go."<</speech>> <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little longer. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <<liftUpDress>> <<face normal runny>> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached <<linkexpand "rapidly.">> rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <<face runny>> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>> swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, <<speechPC>>"Need to get back to the front desk."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Yeah. Glad I could help."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think I helped more than you did."<</speechPC>> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless."<</speech>> He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <<speechPC>>"I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat."<</speechPC>> I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. <<speech "Patrick">>"Right. No worries. I got shit to do too."<</speech>> He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Should lift with my legs anyhow <<contents>> <<liftUpDress>> <br><br> Squatting down, the fabric of my skirt did pull up my thighs, but directed any flashing forward rather than backward. At best, he'd get the shape of my ass and not any actual views. And good thing that I had gone about it this way: the box was fucking heavy. I grunted, engaging my core and quads and stood up. Having to lift this way meant that my knees went a bit wider than my expected up-and-down, and I felt the skirt tense, threatening to tear as I lifted. <br><br> And Patrick was right in front of me. He had countered my counter and had gotten probably a far better view than I intended. Or that he expected. <<speech "Patrick">>"You got it?"<</speech>> He chuckled. <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> Smirk <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react to pervs that way <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Underwear and Height">> <br><br> <<if !$Body.isWearingPanties>>My pussy was on full display and I could see his eyes taking in every contour and fold between my thighs. Shit. <</if>>I couldn't help it but give a knowing smile and roll my eyes. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, yeah,"<</speechPC>> I stood upright, but left my skirt hiked up, leaving my legs on display. I clutched the package against my stomach and started towards the storage closet. <<speech "Patrick">>"Looks like you might need some help with that."<</speech>> He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <<speechPC>>"It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?"<</speech>> It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. <<speech "Patrick">>"Well. Well. The inner sanctum."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?"<</speechPC>> I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A cramped supply closet. <<image framed "passage/patrick_supplycloset.png">> */ He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. <<speech "Patrick">>"Never been interested til now."<</speech>> He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Here. I knew I'd come in handy."<</speech>> Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, <<speechPC>>"Okay, thanks. Got it."<</speechPC>> He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <<speech "Patrick">>"There we go."<</speech>> <br><br> <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little longer. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <<face happy runny>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached <<linkexpand "rapidly.">> rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <<face runny>> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>>swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, <<speechPC>>"Need to get back to the front desk."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Yeah. Glad I could help."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think I helped more than you did."<</speechPC>> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless."<</speech>> He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <<speechPC>>"I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat."<</speechPC>> I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. <<speech "Patrick">>"Right. No worries. I got shit to do too."<</speech>> He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Try my best to put it out of my mind. Pervs be pervin'. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Height">> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, yeah,"<</speechPC>> I stood upright, quickly tugging my skirt back down with my free hand. I clutched the package against my stomach and started towards the storage closet. <<speech "Patrick">>"Looks like you might need some help with that."<</speech>> He was alongside and keeping stride, some chivalry possibly, but more likely just his desire to spend more time with me. <<speechPC>>"It's not //that// heavy. I just didn't expect us to be accepting shipments of bricks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Oh? Is that not what you're taking in every day?"<</speech>> It came off as playing along with the joke, but I wondered if he got the potential subtext. I opened the door to the supply closet and stepped inside. His hand halted the door and he came in with me. <<speech "Patrick">>"Well. Well. The inner sanctum."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You've never seen the supply closet? I know you're new but, really Patrick?"<</speechPC>> I set the package down on a shelf and a box cutter, opening it up. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A cramped supply closet. <<image framed "passage/patrick_supplycloset.png">> */ He leaned against the shelves beside me, looking around as if this was some wondrous locale. <<speech "Patrick">>"Never been interested til now."<</speech>> He gave a sidelong glance at the door. It had closed behind him and his look reinforced how alone we were. That he was checking if we were alone and secreted away. I tried to ignore it, pulling out the reams of printer paper that had made the box feel like it contained lead. I reached, lifting a couple of them -- who had decided that the paper had to be on the top shelf? <<if $CC.height gt 0>>I was tall, but still, I was straining.<<else>>I don't know why I tried, I always needed a step-ladder in here. I must have looked ridiculous trying to shelve the paper.<</if>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Here. I knew I'd come in handy."<</speech>> Even as he said it, before I could respond, he was behind me, hands on my waist and lifting. How quickly I was aloft surprised me: he was stronger than I thought. I gave a surprised gasp as my feet left the ground. <br><br> I deposited the paper and looked down at him, feeling his grip around my midsection, <<speechPC>>"Okay, thanks. Got it."<</speechPC>> He smiled, took a moment and then let me down. Slowly. His hands slid up my body to graze my chest. He had stepped forward and ensured that my ass slid against his front. I was maneuvered into a tight position nearly against the shelves. <<speech "Patrick">>"There we go."<</speech>> <<crossroads #patrick>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> Okay. Maybe I wanted his hands on me a little longer. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough <<contents>> <<liftUpDress>> <<face happy runny>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <br><br> I pressed myself back against his pants, feeling the weight and promise beneath them. He gave a pleased grunt and a pleasing grope to my chest. I quickly did an evaluation of risk and reward as we increased the pressure of him on me: I knew the door wasn't locked and I wasn't at the front desk. They wouldn't come looking for Patrick, but me? I wasn't confident in the soundproofing of the closet nor its proximity to the kitchen. Sex was probably out of the question. <br><br> Turning and dropping at the same time, I worked my skirt back up my thighs with a firm yank to give me the most freedom, ass-out. My hands worked at his fly and reached in, retrieving his cock with more ease than I expected. He wasn't big, even hard, so just getting out of his zipper was a simple task. My mouth dove onto it immediately and I felt him get rigid in all the ways. He tensed and grabbed at me in surprised, his head banging against one of the shelves behind him. He didn't make a sound in pain. Normally, I would have not been happy that his hands had found my head and hair, but I wasn't going to have difficulty with him, so I relented. I looked up at him, watching him in the throws of passion and enjoying the fact that the role reversal of power had shifted so quickly and so easily. I let my teeth slightly nip and scrape at his short shaft, simply a subtle hint that I could emasculate him at any moment. I didn't want to, but there was a part of me that disliked being run around by all these men. And here I was giving head to one of them, during working hours and with hardly any effort on his part. <br><br> I applied pressure, a tight suction on his throbbing cock. He applied pressure to my scalp, tugging at the roots of my hair while my lips met with his stubbly-base and the sharp bites of his zipper. <br><br> He was practically holding his breath the entire time, which was good. The sound of sucking was far quieter than any other option that we had on the table and he seemed quite content with this turn of events. Still, I was focusing my efforts on quick completion rather than some mind-blowing experience. I didn't need to impress him any more than I already was. <br><br> I grabbed at the back of his slacks, pulling his ass towards me as I shoved my mouth down on his prick. Short, quick and deep, getting him fully in my mouth with gusto. I felt him quivering, risen up on the balls of his feet and his entire body locked as the orgasm approached <<linkexpand "rapidly.">> rapidly. <br><br> He grasped hard at the back of my head, pushing me down against the front of his pants and having me realize the full discomfort of an open fly and belt buckle on my forehead. His cock throbbed and jerked against my tongue and the top of his mouth as he grunted and I received the brick he had mentioned earlier, hot tangy spurts of his slimy goo unloaded against the back of my mouth and tongue. <br><br> Holding still and breathing through my nose, I took his delivery and waited for him to be done -- mostly because I wasn't going to be able to free my head until then. Small dick, but huge load. I was shocked at how long he was spurting for, my mouth nearly overflowing and having to cock slightly backwards to keep from spilling out and onto my dress. <br><br> <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <<face runny>> With a final, deep sigh, he was done and let go of my head. I pulled back and <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>sat back on my haunches, opening my mouth and tilting my head back further, looking up at him as I played with his massive load. I watched him in his disconnected and post-orgasm pleasure enjoying the view while I enjoyed the feeling and taste of the spectacular load. And then, swallowed, smacked my lips, wiped them and stood up.<<else>>swallowed, nearly coughing and gagging on the thick viscosity. It took me three tries to get it all down before I was sure all that was left was the latent taste of semen. I wiped my lips and stood up. A different situation, I would have spit, but here I'd have to open a box of tissues while I just let that stuff sit.<</if>> <br><br> I pushed his wet and limp little guy back into his pants with a smile and zipped him up, <<speechPC>>"Need to get back to the front desk."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Yeah. Glad I could help."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think I helped more than you did."<</speechPC>> He gave me that one, nodding and smiling with a little incline of his head. He moved past me and out the door. I took my time, emptying the box and trying to wrap my head around what I had just done. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first or last time that supply closet had been utilized, nor my only time with people at the office. But mostly it was before or after hours. Maybe a party or something like that. And whether or not the rumors and knowledge of my behavior spread around the office, it never reached me. I felt safe and permitted. Which is probably how they wanted it too. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> That box cutter was //right// there. I could teach him a lesson. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <br><br> He gave a little squeeze. And that's all he got. My hand grasped the box cutter and I shifted my hips firmly, twisting my body and extricating myself. <<speechPC>>"Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Patrick">>"Aw, come on now. Just a little accident. Harmless."<</speech>> He smiled, trying to close the distance again. His smile was kind, but his intentions were far from friendly. I made sure he noticed what I was armed with. <<speechPC>>"I need to get back to my desk. Gotta cut and run, Pat."<</speechPC>> I wasn't threatening him with the thing -- I didn't want to get fired -- but he definitely appreciated the blade. <br><br> He nodded, giving an awkward chuckle and frown as he backed away. He was protecting himself but he didn't really know me __not__ to use the thing on him. But, given our privacy and how I'd carefully managed the cutter, he couldn't turn the tables as if I was trying to kill him. He was considering it, though. <<speech "Patrick">>"Right. No worries. I got shit to do too."<</speech>> He opened the door a bit too forcefully and let it slam behind him. <br><br> A little shaken: the adrenaline had kicked in even though I wasn't in danger. I took my time emptying the box and then headed back to the desk. <br><br><br> That wasn't the first interaction with guys like him at triple-A, but I managed them all with similar skill and ease. I kept my job and kept my [[dignity|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $UN.job == "OF">> <div id="OF"> It was my first night 'on air'. I had prepped my small but loyal fanbase that I would be presenting myself to them tonight. I was nervous as fuck. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A representation of the OnlyFans brand logo. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_OnlyFans.png">> */ I had the room to myself and I was in the midst of probably my fourth or fifth repositioning. I didn't want anything identifying in the shot. I definitely didn't want them to know I was a college student (though how hard could that be to figure out), and hopefully nothing about me either. It also might have been the nerves insisting that I procrastinate. Eventually, I couldn't find any better setup and I mounted my bed, readying myself for <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$UN.OFName" "KinkyKlare">></span>'s first livestream. <br><br> Now. How was I going to present myself to them? <<crossroads #OF>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 2>> Cute, but casual -- the clothes that I always wear. They should get to know me. And it felt comfortable anyway. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Confident <<contents>> <<outfit hiphop>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<speechPC>>"Hey guys!"<</speechPC>> I grinned broadly, waving into the ringlight as we went live. It felt weird talking to a camera, but that was the deal. I had another screen to the side to follow the scroll of comments as they came in. <<speechPC>>"Thanks for joining me for my very first live stream. I'm a virgin here, so I might need some guidance. And be gentle popping my cherry."<</speechPC>> I had an affected voice for this, learned from porn culture and it seemingly worked. It was lighter and airier than my own. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>>I wondered if they could tell how different it was from my real voice and how hard it was for me to keep up. If I had just been a voice I might have been more real, but I figured deeper and raspier would have aged me, and age was a death-knell in the sex community.<</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A home livestream setup with a ringlight and a bed in the background. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_OFstream.png">> */ I was sitting on my knees, hands between them and thighs strategically parted. It was a coy, youthful pose and allowed my upper arms to add some pressure to either side of my chest to accentuate them. <<call>>"I thought this was a show."<</call>> <<call>>"This a cozy stream?"<</call>> <<call>>"Is this Twitch?"<</call>> A stream of surprised responses started to roll across the chat screen. Viewership started to drop. <<crossroads #OF>> <<path>> Double-down on the casual approach? <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"So I felt like tonight was a good time for me to get to know you. And you to get to know me."<</speechPC>> The numbers continued to tick down, comments became rather vitriolic. <<speechPC>>"So this is me! A normal night, just hanging out. And then I get dolled up for you..."<</speechPC>> I pushed the front of my sweats down a bit, revealing my lack of underwear and the comments slowed down. <<speechPC>>"So, I want to do a little Q&A. Most questions are fair game. Hit me with your best shot."<</speechPC>> I rolled onto my side, giving a coy look to the camera and letting my bare feet sway behind me teasingly. <br><br><br> It didn't go well. Most of the attendees were gone and my subscriber base dropped off until I put out some extra racy material a month later. But I did establish a kind of solid fan base. The people who did want to know me. So there weren't only pervs out there. <br><br> Needless to say, comfy outfits didn't come back into the rotation. <br><br> I never felt like I was whoring myself out. I wasn't going to just keep escalating until there was nothing left to give. I kept things essentially tame and took what income I could from the loyal, if small, group that continued to support me. <br><br><br> But I appreciated that doing this was sustainable while not being too painful. A small scale content-maker, but it kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> Give them what they want before they leave? <<contents>> I smiled, leaning forward on my knees and letting my thumbs hook at the waist of my sweats, pulling deep and giving a shadowed but clear view at my lack of underwear, <<speechPC>>"Oh, I came ready for you. See?"<</speechPC>> The comments sped up, insisting I remove the sweats entirely. A donation later, I did what they <<linkexpand "asked.">> asked. <<lower>><<panties>> <br> <<speechPC>>"That's better."<</speechPC>> I giggled, kicking the sweats offscreen onto the floor. I resumed my position on my knees, letting my outer lips spread and peek at my pussy. My hand slid down between my legs and began idly playing with myself as I chatted with them, <<speechPC>>"Q&A time."<</speechPC>> It was what I had planned: a get-to-know-me session, just didn't realize I needed bare skin for us to get going. <br><br> The questions were all about sex. The ways I liked it. If they could fuck me. Would I take loads on my face; inside me; on my feet. I played it off like it was fine, answering with as much truth as I could muster as well as a hint of playfulness and what I knew they wanted to hear. <br><br> Another donation and it was time for me to get <<linkexpand "naked.">> naked. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> A rapid stream of <<call>>👏👏👏<</call>> and a bump in my subscriber count. A couple of thank you donations. I spread my thighs and continued playing with myself, a hand going to my breast to work my nipples hard. <<call>>"When was the last time?"<</call>> I smiled and gave them a little story -- some of the details enhanced or changed -- about my last hookup. I emphasized little moments with a push of my fingers inside me or enhance with a sexy noise. They loved it. <br><br> Another donation and it was time for me to up the ante. That's what this seemed to be: push the envelope to get more money and you had to keep the bar there or risk losing it all. <<speechPC>>"I want you all to fuck me with your words. Cybersex me."<</speechPC>> I laid back, aside the camera but with it squarely pointed down between my open thighs. <br><br> My eyes lost focus, became hooded with lust as I focused on fingering. Some of them were quite good at cyber and were able to build up scenarios that turned me on. Others English was poor at best. Others didn't even try to make a story. But there was enough to grasp onto. <br><br> And they all were rewarded, me cumming for them on camera. I made sure that the way by body contorted was for them. It meant my orgasm wasn't as great or freeing, but I wanted to make sure it looked hot for them. <<speechPC>>"Oh gawd. Thank you. MMm...more?"<</speechPC>> I grinned over at the camera as they insisted on more, on trying to make me squirt. <br><br> I wasn't about to pee on my bed, but I wasn't going to say no to the donations. <br><br> I gave them the show they wanted. By the end my pussy was throbbing, my fingers were sticky and soaked, my breath was haggard. They did get bored with the fingerbang show after a bit, but we transitioned into me taking asks for next time. We discussed what gifts and toys I might appreciate. <br><br> And they came through. They were ravenous to see me more, doing more, more often. They loved seeing me use and wear the things they bought for me. Some worshipped me, some treated me like a whore. But it was all for a good cause. It was relatively easy money at a cost that I was willing to pay. <br><br> I enjoyed the tug-of-war, trying to delay their gratification but not before it caused my count to drop. And I loved seeing the surge in response to something new. But new was a one-and-done kind of event. <br><br><br> Still, they kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Exhibitionism') || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 2>> Naked -- shock 'em from the start. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too reserved for that <<contents>> <<outfit naked>><<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<speechPC>>"Hey guys!"<</speechPC>> I grinned broadly, waving into the ringlight as we went live. It felt weird talking to a camera, but that was the deal. I had another screen to the side to follow the scroll of comments as they came in. <<speechPC>>"Thanks for joining me for my very first live stream. I'm a virgin here, so I might need some guidance. And be gentle popping my cherry."<</speechPC>> I had an affected voice for this, learned from porn culture and it seemingly worked. It was lighter and airier than my own. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>>I wondered if they could tell how different it was from my real voice and how hard it was for me to keep up. If I had just been a voice I might have been more real, but I figured deeper and raspier would have aged me, and age was a death-knell in the sex community.<</if>> <br><br> I was sitting on my knees, hands between them and thighs strategically parted. My hands stroked up on the soft, enticing places near my core. It was a coy, youthful pose and allowed my upper arms to add some pressure to either side of my chest to accentuate them. I was on full-display and I could tell it was shocking. <<call>>"Whoah."<</call>> <<call>>"Fuck. Me."<</call>> <<call>>🤤🤤🤤.<</call>> <<call>>💦💦💦.<</call>> <<call>>🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆.<</call>> <<call>>"Gimme that pussy."<</call>> <<call>>"Squeeze your tits."<</call>> They were ravenous and I had given them a silent go ahead with my appearance. <br><br> My hand slid down between my legs and began idly playing with myself as I chatted with them, <<speechPC>>"Q&A time."<</speechPC>> It was what I had planned: a get-to-know-me session, just didn't realize I needed bare skin for us to get going. <br><br> The questions were all about sex. The ways I liked it. If they could fuck me. Would I take loads on my face; inside me; on my feet. I played it off like it was fine, answering with as much truth as I could muster as well as a hint of playfulness and what I knew they wanted to hear. <br><br> Another donation and it was time for me to get busy. I sunk a finger firmly inside me and gave the requisite gasp. <<speechPC>>"Oh you feel good."<</speechPC>> I smiled at them. A rapid stream of <<call>>👏👏👏<</call>> and a bump in my subscriber count. A couple of thank you donations. I spread my thighs and continued playing with myself, a hand going to my breast to work my nipples hard. <<call>>"When was the last time?"<</call>> I smiled and gave them a little story -- some of the details enhanced or changed -- about my last hookup. I emphasized little moments with a push of my fingers inside me or enhance with a sexy noise. They loved it. <br><br><br> Another donation and it was time for me to up the ante. That's what this seemed to be: push the envelope to get more money and you had to keep the bar there or risk losing it all. <<speechPC>>"I want you all to fuck me with your words. Cybersex me."<</speechPC>> I laid back, aside the camera but with it squarely pointed down between <<linkexpand "my open thighs.">> my open thighs. <<face ahego>> <br><br> My eyes lost focus, became hooded with lust as I focused on fingering. Some of them were quite good at cyber and were able to build up scenarios that turned me on. Others English was poor at best. Others didn't even try to make a story. But there was enough to grasp onto. <br><br> And they all were rewarded, me cumming for them on camera. I made sure that the way by body contorted was for them. It meant my orgasm wasn't as great or freeing, but I wanted to make sure it looked hot for them. <<speechPC>>"Oh gawd. Thank you. MMm...more?"<</speechPC>> I grinned over at the camera as they insisted on more, but this time it was //my// turn to fuck them with my words. <br><br> I gave them the show they wanted. <<speechPC>>"You're climbing ontop of me and I'm already prepped for you..."<</speechPC>> I spread my slit to show them how wet I was, <<speechPC>>"And you thrust your hard cock inside..."<</speechPC>> my fingers jammed in. The way a horny guy would. I let my legs fall open like it felt good. I arched my back, I growled at the camera. <<speechPC>>"Too tight for you?"<</speechPC>> I giggled as I made my hand shudder between my thighs while making the digits jam inside at awkward, random moments like they were hilting inside me. <br><br> I wasn't going to cum from this, but they were. Chat got real quiet as I continued the show. I edged my 'partner' and wrapped my thighs around my arm, toes curling for the foot fetishists and gave them a framed view of three of my fingers crammed inside me, shoving in and out. It was a lewd display, but it's exactly what they were paying for. <br><br> We traded back and forth for about half an hour. They got me off with their sexy chat, and then the next time I gave them a retelling of a recent hookup with as good of a physical display as I could manage. I had to admit: this was hot. I was certainly enjoying myself. <br><br><br> By the end my pussy was throbbing, my fingers were sticky and soaked, my breath was haggard. They did get bored with the fingerbang show after a bit, but we transitioned into me taking asks for next time. We discussed what gifts and toys I might appreciate. <br><br> And they came through. They were ravenous to see me more, doing more, more often. They loved seeing me use and wear the things they bought for me. Some worshipped me, some treated me like a whore. But it was all for a good cause. It was relatively easy money at a cost that I was willing to pay. <br><br> I enjoyed the tug-of-war, trying to delay their gratification but not before it caused my count to drop. And I loved seeing the surge in response to something new. But new was a one-and-done kind of event. <br><br><br> Still, they kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Underwear -- hint without hiding. <<contents>> <<outfit underwear>> <<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<speechPC>>"Hey guys!"<</speechPC>> I grinned broadly, waving into the ringlight as we went live. It felt weird talking to a camera, but that was the deal. I had another screen to the side to follow the scroll of comments as they came in. <<speechPC>>"Thanks for joining me for my very first live stream. I'm a virgin here, so I might need some guidance. And be gentle popping my cherry."<</speechPC>> I had an affected voice for this, learned from porn culture and it seemingly worked. It was lighter and airier than my own. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>>I wondered if they could tell how different it was from my real voice and how hard it was for me to keep up. If I had just been a voice I might have been more real, but I figured deeper and raspier would have aged me, and age was a death-knell in the sex community.<</if>> <br><br> I was sitting on my knees, hands between them and thighs strategically parted. It was a coy, youthful pose and allowed my upper arms to add some pressure to either side of my chest to accentuate them. <<call>>"Aw, so cute."<</call>> <<call>>👀👀.<</call>> <<call>>🤤🤤.<</call>> <<call>>😡😡.<</call>> It seemed to be a spread of pleased and displeased. But it would have to do. My hand slid down between my legs into my underwear and began idly playing with myself as I chatted with them, <<speechPC>>"Q&A time."<</speechPC>> It was what I had planned: a get-to-know-me session. <br><br> The questions were all about sex. The ways I liked it. If they could fuck me. Would I take loads on my face; inside me; on my feet. I played it off like it was fine, answering with as much truth as I could muster as well as a hint of playfulness and what I knew they wanted to hear. <br><br> Then came an insistent donation: <<call>>"Take that shit off."<</call>> Needy. But it came with money. I smiled like it was okay and reached back to unclasp my <<linkexpand "bra">> <<bra>> bra. A rapid stream of 👏👏👏 and a bump in my subscriber count. A couple of thank you donations. I gave a shake of my tits as the girls freed themselves, my other hand still working teasingly between thighs, hidden by spare fabric. The other went to squeeze at my newly bared breasts, working my nipples hard. <<call>>"When was the last time?"<</call>> I smiled and gave them a little story -- some of the details enhanced or changed -- about my last hookup. I emphasized little moments with a push of my fingers inside me or enhance with a sexy noise. They loved it. <br><br><br> Another donation, <<call>>"I said. Off."<</call>> It was time for me to up the ante. I leaned up on my knees, hooked under the sides of my underwear and pulled <<linkexpand "down">> <<outfit naked>> down. Twisting my hips, I peeled the underwear enticingly down my legs and over my feet, revealing my mound slowly, carefully. My underwear pulled at my slit from the wetness that had grown. I let my legs frame my sex and I ensured my feet were in view as the underwear finally came fully off. <br><br> I tossed them at the camera and let them hang over it, just hinting at the edges of view. I resumed my position and quickly sank a finger inside myself like it was unconscious. <br><br> That's what this seemed to be: push the envelope to get more money and you had to keep the bar there or risk losing it all. <<speechPC>>"Shit. Now that I'm naked, all I can think about is getting fucked. I want you all to fuck me with your words. Cybersex me."<</speechPC>> I laid back, aside the camera but with it squarely pointed down between <<linkexpand "my open thighs.">> <<face ahego>> <br><br> My eyes lost focus, became hooded with lust as I focused on fingering. Some of them were quite good at cyber and were able to build up scenarios that turned me on. Others English was poor at best. Others didn't even try to make a story. But there was enough to grasp onto. <br><br> And they all were rewarded, me cumming for them on camera. I made sure that the way by body contorted was for them. It meant my orgasm wasn't as great or freeing, but I wanted to make sure it looked hot for them. <<speechPC>>"Oh gawd. Thank you. MMm...more?"<</speechPC>> I grinned over at the camera as they insisted on more, on trying to make me squirt. <br><br> I wasn't about to pee on my bed, but I wasn't going to say no to the donations. <br><br><br> I gave them the show they wanted. By the end my pussy was throbbing, my fingers were sticky and soaked, my breath was haggard. They did get bored with the fingerbang show after a bit, but we transitioned into me taking asks for next time. We discussed what gifts and toys I might appreciate. <br><br> And they came through. They were ravenous to see me more, doing more, more often. They loved seeing me use and wear the things they bought for me. Some worshipped me, some treated me like a whore. But it was all for a good cause. It was relatively easy money at a cost that I was willing to pay. <br><br> I enjoyed the tug-of-war, trying to delay their gratification but not before it caused my count to drop. And I loved seeing the surge in response to something new. But new was a one-and-done kind of event. <br><br><br> Still, they kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>> Something sexy and slutty -- use what I'd picked up at the adult store for //something//. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't think performatively like that. <<contents>> <<outfit KimP>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 5>><<skillChecked "Body Traits">> <<speechPC>>"It’s what I do and nobody’s going to stop me!"<</speechPC>> I grinned broadly, waving into the ringlight as we went live. <br><br> It felt weird talking to a camera, but that was the deal. I had another screen to the side to follow the scroll of comments as they came in. <<speechPC>>"Thanks for joining me for my very first live stream. I'm a virgin here, so I might need some guidance. And be gentle popping my cherry...But I can do anything!"<</speechPC>> The last bit as close to her voice as I could manage. Everything else was in my 'normal' OnlyFans voice: learned from porn culture and it seemingly worked. It was lighter and airier than my own. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>>I wondered if they could tell how different it was from my real voice and how hard it was for me to keep up. If I had just been a voice I might have been more real, but I figured deeper and raspier would have aged me, and age was a death-knell in the sex community.<</if>> <br><br> I was sitting on my knees, hands between them and thighs strategically parted. It was a coy, youthful pose and allowed my upper arms to add some pressure to either side of my chest to accentuate them. <<call>>"Gawd. Fucking hot."<</call>> <<call>>"She's my faaaaave."<</call>> <<call>>🤤🤤🤤.<</call>> <<call>>💦💦💦.<</call>> <<call>>🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆.<</call>> Some threw in gifs of Rule34. People had created sex cartoons of this character and they were showing me what they imagined. This really worked them up. I giggled, biting my lower lip and leaning forward. I hinted at her typical pose and gave a catch-phrase while I slid my hand down between my legs to grab at my pussy. <br><br> I had planned for a Q&A session for them to get to know me, but they wanted to have time with //her//. Not me. I was just the avatar presenting her for them to enjoy. It was a weird feeling of disappointment as well as shield of protection. I wasn't on display. I could disassociate and give them more. And they wanted more. Clearly she had lived in their collective imaginations and they had designs on her. A fake thing, a digital doll, a fabrication. <br> <<speechPC>>"You're weird. But I like you."<</speechPC>> I winked to the camera. Alright, I could do <<linkexpand "this">> this. <br><br> On the fly, I tried to incorporate as much of my knowledge of Kim as I could. I had to bite back the rising gorge because I had associated this with my childhood...because it was a cartoon. But the rising donations and viewer count helped me keep any mental block from really getting in the way. <br><br> There was a little game we played, a kind of roleplay back-and-forth as they helped me flesh out the details of the operation I had just returned from. Tired and beleaguered, I was ready to be done with work. And with my <<linkexpand "top">> <<upper>> top. <<speechPC>>"I think someone owes me a diversion, of the dating kind."<</speechPC>> The feed lit up with requests and eventually a high donor got some private time with me. <<speechPC>>"Dr. Drakken?"<</speechPC>> <<call>>😈😈<</call>> popped up. They had their light shadowed and some voice-effect turned on that hid their true sound. It was an encounter my donor wanted to see played out. <<speechPC>>"How did you get into my home?"<</speechPC>> I leaned in as best I could, taking their instructions and acting as if I was restrained. Hands behind my back, feet tucked under me until they emoted removal of my <<linkexpand "clothes">> <<lower>> clothes. <br><br> They were slow. Deliberate. Both teasing themselves and me and maintaining a sense of 'interrogation.' <<speechPC>>"Your time is running out--" <</speechPC>> <<call>>"THEN TIME TO FUCK YOU."<</call>> They didn't appreciate my break of character. I was watching the time tick down and knowing we were going to pop back to the broader stream, but my 'captor' insisted. <br><br> Laying back, spread eagle, I grabbed a dildo. Not the right blue-grey of his skin, which made it more palatable for me, but the donor didn't seem to mind as I worked the head between my <<linkexpand "lips">> <<panties>> <<face ahego runny>> lips. <br><br> And we were back, live. Giving a show to everyone as I pressed the dildo down my mouth. The donor was no longer streaming their camera, but the community found their way into the continuity. I was preoccupied, choking on the rubbery plastic, eyes gaping to the camera as I abused myself as if it were Dr. Drakken on the other end of it. <br><br> I followed the instructions of the masses, less fight and more arousal, finding my way to enjoyment as I smacked the member against my face, smearing my makeup and my spit across my countenance. <br><br> They wanted a titfuck but I didn't have enough hands, so the Drakken-member found its way lower, towards my pussy. <br><br> And inside. <br><br> It was easy. Far too easy for what I thought my arousal was at. Fuck, I was turned on. And they were watching the disembodied cock of a cartoon enemy take full advantage of their real-life personification of a beaten protagonist. <br><br> I amplified the cooes, I squirmed more than I needed to, but I also was enjoying fucking myself. <br><br> I tried to pay attention to the feed, but at a certain point, my body took all my attention. <br><br> <<shake 5s>>I came for Dr. Drakken.<</shake>> <br><br> After the orgasm passed over me, I swung my head to look, blearily, at the camera, the fake penis pumping still, slowly in and out of my pink slit. My chest heaved, my knees swayed side to side contentedly. <br><br> I grinned as it came to me: <<speechPC>>"Oh, sure, you save the world on a regular basis, and no one remembers your name. But you lose your pants six or eight times, and they never let you live it down!"<</speechPC>> It wasn't her line, but it fit. And it worked. The stream exploded into appreciation and I knew this was going to make me a name in the community. For better or worse. I just didn't want to get relegated to only a KP cosplayer or something like that. <br><br><br> I gave them the show they wanted. By the end my pussy was throbbing, my fingers were sticky and soaked, my breath was haggard. Wow, this really was a job. <br><br> It was a lot of extra work because I had to create the costume most times. Couldn't just buy it off the shelf, but my subscribers ate it up. And I was more than happy to put in the extra effort and time if the money came on the other end of it. <br><br> And they came through. They were ravenous to see me more, doing more, more often. They loved seeing 'me' in my new forms. Some worshipped me, some treated me like a whore. But it was all for a good cause. It was relatively easy money at a cost that I was willing to pay. <br><br> I enjoyed the tug-of-war, trying to delay their gratification but not before it caused my count to drop. And I loved seeing the surge in response to something new. But new was a one-and-done kind of event. <br><br><br> Still, they kept me [[afloat|UN004 - Professor]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<addBody "Katie" F "Katie, closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<else>> <<addBody "Carl" M "Carl, closing restaurant manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "closing manager that gave me the best shifts, unsurprisingly" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> Waiting tables? You really wanted to hear about that wear and tear on my soul? The nights running around the restaurant were a blur. Each guest blended together with each other. And there was a moment when I tried my hand at bartending. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A busy restaurant. <<image framed "passage/Release_Files/images/UN004_Cheer_Job_Restaurant.png">> */ I picked up some skills watching the cooks in the kitchen. <br><br> I wore through so many shoes. <br><br> Oh. And I fucked one of the floor managers in the office on nights when we closed together. <br><br> That sate your curiosity? <br><br> Gotta give you credit for trying, but back to the more interesting [[stuff|UN004 - Professor]]. <</if>>
I dropped my shoulders, entering the stance and picked up my pace. Whack. Whack. __Duck__. <<shake>>Crack!<</shake>> The last one to his mid-section was especially hard. Punish him for not wearing protection and give him exactly what he had asked for. <br><br> He smiled and nodded. We continued. Occasionally, his hand would clip my face, he'd throw in a kick and try and take my legs out. He'd open-palm smack me in my stomach. He wasn't putting his strength behind it, but it still hurt. And he was definitely letting me know if I could beat him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 5>> And I //could//. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value && $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> My breath was far more under control than his. Maybe he was a smoker, maybe he just didn't realize how fit I really was. But slowly and surely I could tell I was able to block and deflect his attempts a bit better and he began dropping his guard. He was getting tired. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Workout_Kickbox">> <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> I was able to find little spaces between his guards. I was utilizing a little flair on the techniques and sequences I had been taught, looking for wins rather than being accurate. I'd be accurate on his body. And I was finding my way in, slipping by his arms and catching the shift of his hips while stepping out of the way of his to let them glance off me. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Workout_Kickbox">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Reaction to Men">> I //may// not have been exactly playing fair. I was adjusting my technique to get a bit more knuckle and throw an elbow or knee. I wasn't abiding by the style and technique he had taught me, I was looking for a win. And it was working. I was surprising him with a feint or a new blow that was certainly not part of the syllabus. <br><br> I could see the surprise in his eyes and it seemed to enflame something within him. He wasn't pulling his punches or holding anything back, but he still wasn't able to outmatch me. <br><br> He began to buckle a little bit when I struck him in the stomach, and his knees bent a little at the hits to his legs. <br><br> I launched forward, going for the kill, getting close and going rapid. This was my chance. <br><br> He grappled me, using just his sheer strength and probably some skill at jiujitsu or something to restrain me. We were face to face, panting and looking at each other, the merest of distances apart. <br><br> I spat in his face. He chuckled. He spat into my open mouth. It was an invitation. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Workout_Kickbox">> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Reaction to Men">> And I could ''not''. Try as I might, I was letting out whimpers and yelps as I pushed harder and tried, and he scaled his up, always a bit faster, a bit smarter, a bit harder. <br><br> What had started as a friendly competition had quickly swelled into a fight. And I could tell that he liked watching me try. The minutes passed and I was getting smacked and dropped to the mat with a thud every few cycles. But I'd pick myself up and try again, not willing to believe it was over. I could do better. <br><br> But my chest was heaving, my arms felt leaden and my feet felt slow. I was losing the battle between blood oxygenation and my mind was hazy. ''Whack'' He smacked my head to the left. __Thud__ I buckled as his foot caught me in the stomach. And then I squealed as his third strike was coming home but grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back, chin up as he brought himself //tight// against me and pulling down ''hard'' on my hair, looking firmly into my eyes. My mouth was open, gasping and plaintive. <br><br> He spat, most into my mouth, some across my face. <<set _altText = true>> /* Alternative text kickbox crossroad */ <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Workout_Kickbox">> <</if>>
/* This crossroad is reached from 4 different places within Extra3_Workout_MainContent. */ /* 1 of them uses the alternative text instead. */ <<crossroads #kickbox>> <<path $Body.sexuality !== "lesbian" || $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> //Hot//. Okay! <<blocked>> $CC.name is lesbian or doesn't react to pervs that way <<contents>> <<face ahego runny>> <<if _altText>> I didn't move. He spat again, this time in my face and tugged me firmly by the hair, I dropped to my knees and he squared up again, his wiry arm at full extension, holding my head back as he moved forward and with his free hand tugged the front of his shorts down. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. Precum flicked across my face as the cock landed across heavily a moment later. My tongue slid out without even thinking and his hand slightly relaxed in my hair as I began to lick along his cock, looking up at him as I panted. He shifted his hips forward letting me tease his meat. Then he took his base and whacked me hard back and forth across the face with it like it was another cycle. <br><br> I leaned up and began to suck, bobbing slowly. I was breathless so I wasn't in the best of form but he didn't seem to mind with his dick in my mouth. It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. I looked over his sweaty body as I sucked his cock, his breathing only now picking up not from the sparring but from the arousal. <br><br> He yanked back on my hair again, freeing his cock and he pulled me down onto the mat. His other hand tugged my <<else>> My head jerked forward like it was another strike, but we were making out. My arms pinned by my side, I'd fight him with my tongue. I squirmed and twisted, trying to wrestle him as our mouths wrestled. <br><br> He was ''rock'' hard. I could feel it in his shorts and despite being pinned, my hands found their way to it, squeezing and I felt him relent, soften his grip slightly. I worked his shorts down as he began to relax his hold. His cock freed and sprayed some precum across my tummy. <br><br> I moved quick, trying to free myself, but he was still a bit stronger, bigger and faster. And this was not what I had planned for. We were both on the mat, making out //hard//. I bit at his lip, I tasted blood, but it might have been from the earlier strikes. <br><br> We were both working my clothes off as we struggled with each other. <</if>> <<linkexpand "Shorts">> Shorts. <<lower "">> <<panties "">> <<if _altText>> and I moved my hips to help, spreading my thighs as he moved between them in conquest. And then he was pushing in. <br><br> Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. Still, he held my head down by the hair, pinning me back awkwardly as we began to fuck. His hand tugged my <</if>> <<linkexpand "Top">> Top. <<upper "">> <<bra "">> <<if _altText>> up, watching my tits bounce as he thrust between my thighs. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. Now that my clothing was in disarray his free hand found my throat, grabbing it and holding me down, applying pressure. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned twice by the head as my instructor took his victory out on my pussy. I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> And then he was <<else>> And we were finding the connection between us. <br><br> It was like a defeat at the end of a game of Mortal Kombat or something, but rather than death it was a fuck. Gentle. For the first time in the session, slowly inserting himself inside me while looking down at me. We weren't quite in missionary, we weren't quite spooning. Legs contorted and entwined as his hips thrust into me. Another cycle of whack, whack, crack. I had freed myself enough that I grabbed at his hips, my legs curled around them controlling his angle and rate as our hands continued to worry against each other. <br><br> The cycle moved faster now and it was just him into me, not a battle between us. I watched his tattoos shift and ripple with his rhythm. His hand worked to get at my throat and I let him. I'd give him a little victory when I had beaten him so badly before. <br><br> There I was, spread lewdly on the mat, pinned by the neck as my instructor tried to take revenge out on my pussy. But even on my back, held down, I was still in control. <br><br> I could feel my heartbeat in my head, see it in my vision. A little grey and black peeking in at the corners. <br><br> Fuck. This was hot. I was cumming. I squealed out, a little sound making it out of my throat as my legs shook -- both from being exhausted and from the pleasure -- and I lost my control in those moments of climax. And he leaned in hard, tightly grabbing at my throat and beating away between my shaking legs, his opening at my opening. <br><br> And then he was <</if>> <<linkexpand "finishing">> finishing, pulling out deftly and pulling me awkwardly up to my knees as his wads of semen exclaimed across my face and into my panting mouth. <<cumSpray facial2>> <<face hurt1 runny>> Some stung at my eyes and caught in my hair, he was grunting and holding both my hair and his base, stroking himself as the head hit against my face, spurting onto me until he was done. So, I guess he did get his claim after all. I was too out of it as my body still quaked from cumming. I didn't care, semen drying and oozing down my face. <<speech "Courtney">>"Good. Girl."<</speech>> He hit his cock against me, flicking the last drops onto my skin, then a couple more times for good measure. Then he relinquished my hair finally, stepping back and pulling his shorts up, <<speech "Courtney">>"See you next week?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. Slowly lifting myself off the mat, feeling a full body workout like I had never before. <br><br> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck Courtney M "Courtney, the kickbox instructor" "What an //insane// first time. I don't think I knew anyone who had a story to compare to that." "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <br><br><br> There wasn't another class between just us, but that didn't mean that we didn't do some extra practice on the side. Which was a necessary relief from the stress of [[school|UN004 - Professor]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Gross. "Nuh-uh." <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Coordination" "Deception">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality and Reaction to Men">> No. Fuck that. I kneed him square in the groin and he stumbled back, nodding and holding out a hand to ward me off. I moved backwards, not gracefully, not easily. But I left. I came here for training and a workout. Not a fuck. <br><br> I wouldn't be returning. I turned and left. You don't hit a woman and think you can get away with it. It __wasn't__ fighting. It was a class and I didn't sign up to get smacked around by some guy. <br><br><br> But the other classes were fun, far less contact-intensive and I finished them out -- which was necessary with the stress of each [[semester|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>>
<div id="delvin"> <<scrollIntoView>> Delvin was a pretty antithetical to his sister. Athletic and sporty, pretty good at school, and the years of braces were behind him, though he did have -- apparently -- characteristic strong front teeth. He also didn't keep his distance from me, which might have been why Darcy held back. Maybe she felt I was invading and getting to close to him. /* IMAGE (Needed): A high school guy sitting at a kitchen table, frustrated with the school work in front of him. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3-Delvin.png">> */ <<speech "Delvin">>"Do I really need to write an essay?"<</speech>> His hand was gripped in his hair, forehead resting in his palm, and he was looking up at me pleadingly. <<speechPC>>"Well, stupid as it might be, they won't let you in without one."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Delvin">>"You wrote one? On what."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You can't just crib a entrance essay, Del."<</speechPC>> He sighed, fiddling with the pen on his notebook. The scribbles might have contained a single idea or two, but were mostly doodles and false starts. <<speech "Delvin">>"How is it."<</speech>> Another look up from his supported forehead, but this time, curious, <<speech "Delvin">>"College."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You thinking about //not// going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Delvin">>"But do you like it, or is it just more school. More of this..."<</speech>> He shoved the notebook away. <<speechPC>>"Yeah. It's a lot of work, but I think it's easier -- and way more free -- than high school."<</speechPC>> I leaned in close, taking the notebook and started to make a list, <<speechPC>>"New friends. Getting away from home. Most of the week to do what you want. Parties."<</speechPC>> I stopped and returned one of his over-the-eyebrow looks, <<speechPC>>"Girls..."<</speechPC>> I smiled. He smiled. <<speechPC>>"I'm not going to mention some other things, but let your mind go wild."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Delvin">>"It is."<</speech>> There was a flicker in his eyes. Was that subtext? Was he flirting with me? I had noticed things like this from time to time, and he was a raging bottle of testosterone. And there wasn't that much different between us besides a diploma and a year or so. <br><br> But. Did I think about ''him'' that way? And was I going to risk my situation here -- it was cozy -- by crossing the line. Who knows how he'd react anyway? <br><br> <<crossroads #delvin>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> "Oh? What are you imagining?" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky or Easy enough. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> He leaned forward, still looking up past his strong brows, <<speech "Delvin">>"I can't tell you out here."<</speech>> A husky whisper. Full of portent. <br><br> Okay. So. This was happening. I felt a tightness in my throat and a flutter in my upper chest as I pushed back from the table. The scraping of the chair legs seemed a bit more violent and louder than other times. Neither of us said a thing, just heading up the stairs together, hearts beating faster and my eyes flickering around quickly just making sure Deb or Redding or Darcy was around to notice. Darc was around, but hopefully she'd be in her room. With the door closed. And maybe some headphone on? <br><br> He grabbed my ass and I had to stifle a squeal. I turned on him with wide eyes, mouthing <<speechPC>>"What the //hell//."<</speechPC>> He just grinned and gave my ass a firm smack before holding his hands up with faux apology. He was testing the waters. And incredibly excited. <<speechPC>>"We're going to have to be ''quiet''."<</speechPC>> I whispered, noting Darcy's door //was// closed. I stumbled back into his room over the strap of his backpack. <<speech "Delvin">>"Uh-uh."<</speech>> He grabbed his T-shirt from behind his neck and pulled it up and over, revealing his tight, toned and young body. Young? I'm not some cougar...but it did feel that way. /* IMAGE (Needed): A cougar on the prowl. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_Cougar.png">> */ <<speechPC>>"And __quick__."<</speechPC>> A bit louder this time, both for firmness and because I had shut the door, using my toes to remove my <<linkexpand "shoes">> <<feet>> shoes. <<speechPC>>"Uh-//huh//."<</speechPC>> His hands tugged his belt with an overconfident flourish and the buckle smacked his rockhard stomach, but he barely flinched. <<speech "Delvin">>"Gonna show me what I'm missing out on if I don't go to college?"<</speech>> A chin lift hint to get the rest of my clothes off. <<speechPC>>"''U//huh//'''."<</speechPC>> I grinned, moving towards him -- I wasn't going to let this young upstart buck make me some skittish doe. One hand pulled off the remainder of my <<linkexpand "clothes">> <<outfit naked>> clothes while the other pressed squarely to his solar plexus and shoved him back on his bed. It still had football sheets on it. Well-loved and well-stained for the better part of a decade. <br><br> He grabbed my hips with a grunt as he looked over my naked body, pulling me over his lap. I felt his erection already prepped to go tapping against my thighs and mound as I kneeled my way over him. His hand dropped between us and firmly whacked his shaft against my pussy. It was my turn to grunt, head dropping a bit as the feeling of something hot, hard and sudden striking right there...this wasn't his first hunt. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Condom time, Del."<</speechPC>> I returned my hand to his plexus as my other teased at the base of his shaft, ensuring he couldn't enter me and also returning the favor as he continued to slap against my awakening vagina. <<speech "Delvin">>"Oh. Come. //On//. You're in __college__. No one uses them. You do?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised in mocking disbelief. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<speechPC>>"True."<</speechPC>> And I firmly shoved myself over him. I felt the sharp sting of quick entry without foreplay, but I had meant what I said about quick and quiet. My hand on his plexus slid up to his mouth and pressed down. The hand that was on his base now cupped and lightly squeezed at his sack. I pushed down hard and felt his hot breath gushing into my palm as I forced him inside me, fully hilted. I wondered what his expression was, but my eyes were clenched shut. His hands grabbed pleadingly at my hips and I started to lift, now that penetration was complete. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAny("Tight Pussy", "Good Intercourse")>> And that was it. His hips jerked up and his strong hands yanked me right back down the moment I started to move. His cock pulsed hard and I felt the heat spurting inside me. <br><br> I could watch him now, muffled by my hand as he accomplished both of my goals... <<linkexpand "and his">> and his. His youth and inexperienced showed as I sat in his lap and let him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. Very glad I was on something. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs1>> <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. <<speech "Delvin">>"''That'' is what I should write my essay about. Your pussy is __insane__."<</speech>> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, <<speechPC>>"Come on. Essay time, college boy."<</speechPC>> <br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin_DarcyCheck">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and SexSkills">> Up. And //down//. A firm smack of my meaty ass against his strong thighs. His bed squeaked. He huffed against my hand. Again. Again. It was easier and quicker each time. I could see his eyes over my hand-muffle watching my tits bouncing in time with my fucking him. <br><br> He tried to extricate himself from my grip but I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Nuh-uh. Teaching //you// a lesson. Quiet."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breath play")>>And I reinforced the point my removing my hand from his sack and grabbing him around his throat. I gripped and ensured I cut off his air...slightly...with each upward motion of my hips, my pussy pulling at him and making his blood throb in his head.<</if>> <br><br> He struggled from that point on. Not sure how much of it was him fighting back his climax and how much of it was him trying to keep some sort of power and dignity as his //babysitter// <<linkexpand "fucked him">> fucked him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I was super glad in this moment for being on top and my natural proclivity to cum. We came together. I was shuddering and grinding my mound against his crotch as I felt him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. Very glad I was on something. <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs1 mound1>> <<else>> I was too much for him. And we were trying to be quick anyway. I tried to get myself off as I felt him bucking against me and pumping his full load out deep inside me, but he kept ruining my rhythm with his thrusts. <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs1 mound1>> Wasn't gonna happen. Well, I //was// very glad I was on something. And maybe I'd get off next time, when we were less rushed and more safe. <br><br> Next time? Jesus. Was I insane? <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. <<speech "Delvin">>"''That'' is what I should write my essay about."<</speech>> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, <<speechPC>>"Come on. Essay time, college boy."<</speechPC>> <br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin_DarcyCheck">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<speechPC>>"I mean. True. //Most// of them are--"<</speechPC>> My head flicked back as he gave me hits with his cock in rapid succession. <<speech "Delvin">>"And you're...not?"<</speech>> I nodded, eyebrows lifting as he pressed his head from my clit to my opening and then back. <<speechPC>>"Come //on//."<</speechPC>> My hand tightened around his base as he made this a competition of wills, <<speech "Delvin">>"You're telling me I'd be the first guy to rawdog you?"<</speech>> A slow, methodical tease up and down my rapidly slickening and warming labia. <<speech "Delvin">>"You said we had to be quick. Going and buying a condom won't be ''quick''."<</speech>> His head was inside me all of a sudden and my hand relented on his shaft, he seized the chance and yanked me down, fully inserting himself, <<speech "Delvin">>"//Ex// ''act'' __ly__."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Del..."<</speechPC>> I shook my head. He was thrusting, eyes on my tits as they began to jiggle in time with his insistent upward rocking. <<speech "Delvin">>"Ugh. I'll pull out, ''calm'' //down//."<</speech>> He rolled his eyes, <<speech "Delvin">>"And here I thought you were a college chick."<</speech>> Another nudge of his raging hormones to get what he wanted. <<speechPC>>"Oh shut up."<</speechPC>> And my free hand found his mouth, clamping down as I began to rock and move my hips. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includesAny("Tight Pussy", "Good Intercourse")>> And that was <<linkexpand "it">> it. His hips jerked up and his strong hands yanked me right back down the moment I started to move. His cock pulsed hard and I felt the heat spurting inside me. <<cumSpray pussy2 thighs1 mound1>> I could watch him now, muffled by my hand as he accomplished both of my goals...and his. His youth and inexperienced showed as I sat in his lap and let him buck up against me and pump his full load out deep inside me. I don't know if he thought my 'shut up' was agreeing to his childish attempts to get what he wanted or if he just didn't have the ability to do what he promised, but he //certainly// was spurting inside me. Hard. <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. <<speech "Delvin">>"''That'' is what I should write my essay about. Your pussy is __insane__."<</speech>> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the drool of his mess back onto him. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, <<speechPC>>"Come on. Essay time, college boy."<</speechPC>> <br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin_DarcyCheck">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> Up. And //down//. A firm smack of my meaty ass against his strong thighs. His bed squeaked. He huffed against my hand. Again. Again. It was easier and quicker each time. I could see his eyes over my hand-muffle watching my tits bouncing in time with my fucking him. He tried to extricate himself from my grip but I shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Nuh-uh. Teaching //you// a lesson. Quiet."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breath play")>>And I reinforced the point my removing my hand from his sack and grabbing him around his throat. I gripped and ensured I cut off his air...slightly...with each upward motion of my hips, my pussy pulling at him and making his blood throb in his head.<</if>> <br><br> He struggled from that point on. Not sure how much of it was him fighting back his climax and how much of it was him trying to keep some sort of power and dignity as his //babysitter// <<linkexpand "fucked him">> fucked him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I was super glad in this moment for being on top and my natural proclivity to cum. We came together. I was shuddering and grinding my mound against his crotch as I saw him making a furied movement of his head, eyes wide. I was glad I was looking because I pulled up //just// before he bucked, pumping his full load out onto his stomach. <<cumSpray body1 mound1>> Orgasm was cut a bit short, but better than that in me. <<else>> I was too much for him. And we were trying to be quick anyway. I tried to get myself off as I saw him making a furied movement of his head, eyes wide. I was glad I was looking because I pulled up //just// before he bucked, pumping his full load out onto his stomach. <<cumSpray body1 mound1>> Wasn't gonna happen. Maybe I'd get off next time, when we were less rushed and more safe. <br><br> Next time? Jesus. Was I insane? <</if>> <br><br> After a few moments, he pulled his face free from me and gave my ass another smack. <<speech "Delvin">>"''That'' is what I should write my essay about."<</speech>> I chuckled and rolled my eyes, dismounting him and letting him deal with the mess he had made on himself. I grabbed my clothes and didn't bother looking back, taking pride in my dominance, <<speechPC>>"Come on. Essay time, college boy."<</speechPC>> <br><br><br> And he did finish his essay like a good boy. But that also opened the door to us hooking up while his parents had left us alone. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Previous Choices">> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Delvin_DarcyCheck">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> "Good. Now get to that essay." <<contents>> I pushed my chair back and moved away from the table to give us some distance that might alleviate some of the tension. If there was tension. I saw a bit of sadness wash over his eyes, but then the emotion was lost to me as he looked back down at the notepad. <br><br> He seemed to just stare at the list that I had made and I hoped that it would be enough to convince him to give it the old college try. <br><br><br> I gave him a wide berth for a week or so. He seemed to be doing the same thing. Some of his tone was punishing. Darcy was nicer, though. Maybe she enjoyed seeing me taking lumps from him. <br><br> We eventually found a better rhythm, but it wasn't as close as we had used to be. <br><br><br> I also kept my job, which was more than a <<link "bonus">><<replace "#delvin" t8n>> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Redding">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): A teenage girl (Darcy) peeking in through a slightly open door, looking surprised. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_DarcyPeek.png">> */ <<if _darcy == true>> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. But she surprised me. I caught her peeking and realized she was using us as a study guide for her own curiosity. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Somewhere after a month or so, I think they had some discussion because they both suddenly became incredibly casual about it. I wondered who initiated the talk, but one day she just told us to go fuck and that changed everything. She kept the Reddings at bay and was fine with us doing it pretty much anywhere. And Delvin took full advantage. <br><br> I never had to worry about keeping them in line or where they were though. <br><br> A far cry from what I had expected nannying [[to be|UN004 - Professor]]. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $UN.job = "waiter">> <<outfit hooters>> I knew it was only a matter of time before Darcy figured things out and I worried about how she'd react. And I had every right to worry. She iced me hard. She also surprised me because I caught her peeking a couple of times -- probably a study guide for her own questions. Somehow she was able to ignore that she was seeing her brother naked and fucking. <br><br> Then, after a month or so (I guess when she had sated her curiosity), I got canned unceremoniously. And I couldn't find another nannying job for the life of me. I had crossed a line and it seemed like the whole town knew. <br><br> I found a waiting gig that was able to fill the gaps, but it felt like [[punishment|UN004 - Professor]]. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Delvin Redding" M "Delvin Redding, not just my nannying charge" "age: 17" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<scrollIntoView>> <<speech "Mr. Redding">>"Oh. You're still here?"<</speech>> Startled, I had the sense that I needed to look busy because that was Mr. Redding's voice. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hi, Mr--"<</speechPC>> he chuckled at my reaction -- probably looked all kinds of ridiculous as I tried to find what I was 'doing' there in his living room -- and waved a hand at me, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Ned. You know that, <<print $CC.name>>. You staying for dinner or something? If Deb's invited you, that's fine."<</speech>> <br><br> It was one of the typical afternoons: Debbie was supposed to have come home by this point to relieve me from the 'care duties', but she hadn't. Surprise, surprise. Delvin and Darcy were practically adults and were able to take care of themselves, either doing homework, talking on the phone or on their computers. It didn't matter, I was just waiting for my chance to get back to campus. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Business man returning home through the front door. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_NedHome.png">> */ What wasn't typical was seeing //Ned//. It was still early for him and I never really got a bead on what his schedule was like. But there he was. I guess he was my relief. I wondered what Debbie was up to. Maybe I didn't want to know. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, no. Not staying, I was just waiting til she got back."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Oh. She's not here?"<</speech>> Did he know what she was up to? He seemed unconcerned. He doffed his jacket on the chair nearby. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Well, it's nice to see you. Haven't really crossed paths since you started."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's true. Well, um, I can get out of your hair."<</speechPC>> He chuckled again, waving that hand at me, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Sure, sure, probably been dying to just get out of here. I'll have a word with Debbie about this happening."<</speech>> I grabbed my things, putting on my shoes and got up off the couch, he had moved towards the kitchen and then stopped, turning around as he untucked his button-down shirt, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Does this happen often?"<</speech>> I froze, unsure if I should be involving myself in more of their lives than simply babysitting. I had my suspicions about what she got up to and Darcy had made a few off-hand comments, but maybe I should just let sleeping dogs lie. Their circus, their monkeys. <div id="redding"> <<crossroads #redding>> <<path>> Say something? <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah. Kinda? Like. All the time?" <</speechPC>> He nodded and sighed, hands on his hips and eyes downcast, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Debbie, Debbie, Debbie. That's not fair to you, but she's only ever really been interested in making sure //she// is getting what she wants."<</speech>> He moved towards me from the kitchen, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Look. I'll pay you for your time. That wasn't part of the agreement."<</speech>> He sat down on the couch I had just left. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"That sound fair?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Definitely."<</speechPC>> I didn't have to think, I was immediately pre-spending the money, whatever it was. Debts, new clothes, the options flooded through me. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Perfect. And...them,"<</speech>> he waved up at the stairs, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"How are they doing?"<</speech>> He smiled. This was the first time he had expressed interest. <br><br> Was he expressing interest in me? Was he trying to keep me there? My skin pricked up as I considered the money. Had he meant it in //that// way? <br><br> Did I dare find out? <<crossroads #redding>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men") || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> Yah? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Older Men or Confident enough to check is intentions. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> I took a step back towards the couch, <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh. Yeah, they're actually doing really great."<</speechPC>> For his age he was an attractive enough man, and he carried himself with monied confidence that didn't hurt either. <<speechPC>>"Been working with them both a lot and they're making improvements,"<</speechPC>> I sat next to him, <<speechPC>>"Deb never loops you in?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Heh. You could say that."<</speech>> Seeing me beside him he leaned back into the couch and threw his arm around me, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Probably last looping in was...Darcy?<</speech>>" He chuckled, thumbing up at the second floor. <<speechPC>>"Wait. You can't be serious."<</speechPC>> My head dipped forward, eyes widening and mouth slightly slack. Decade and a half or so of them being together and literally no sex? <<speech "Ned Redding">>"What don't you believe? You have to know what Debbie gets up to while you're stuck here with the caretaking."<</speech>> He gave me a squeeze at my shoulder, slightly nudging me closer. Yep, he was definitely making a pass. <<speechPC>>"And. You're okay with that?"<</speechPC>> His pull had me up against him and trying to find a comfortable position had my right arm across his midsection. I hoped neither of them came downstairs right now. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"<<print $CC.name>>. Debbie is my..."<</speech>> his fingers felt at my bare arm as his head dropped back, thinking as he stared at the ceiling, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"fourth? marriage. She's just the first one that liked my arrangement. The other ones //thought// they did, until they experienced it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ned Redding">>"You're cute."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Come on. If you're already stuck here after hours, might as well enjoy yourself. Let's go upstairs and I'll show you what I'm talking about."<</speech>> He was pulling me up off the couch with the arm around my shoulders. So this was happening. Would Darcy or Delvin figure it out? Hear us? Walk in? Fuck. What if Debbie came home? She was already due any minute. <br><br> But we were already climbing the stairs. He had been talking to me but I had been too far in my thoughts to pay attention, <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah, I mean...I was curious if Debbie was...ya know."<</speechPC>> He chuckled and nodded. His hand had dropped to my ass and gave it a firm patting. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Play her in tennis and you'll know the answer."<</speech>> My eyes did a quick glance over at the kid's rooms. Could they hear us talking through their doors? Had this happened to them before? And then we were in his room. Their room. He was moving over to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, his middle-aged stomach revealed that he rubbed, relaxed. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Just going to stand there, looking?"<</speech>> He smiled with such practiced confidence. I shuffled over towards him, helping him doff the shirt completely. This was happening. The cliche babysitter moment while mom was away. <br><br> He leaned in and kisses me. It was gentle and kind. I smelled his aftershave: only a light hint from the morning, but was still pleasant. Our tongues flickered together, his hands were on my hips and moving them back side-to-side until I was against the bed. He settled me there, still making out kindly, softly, while his fingers worked my <<linkexpand "skirt">> skirt <<lower>> <<panties>> down my legs with my underwear. <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> I broke the kiss, pulling back as I pushed him slightly. His body was solid, while not being built, as if all his weight was contained somewhere underneath his ribs and muscles. <<speechPC>>"Hey, I uh. We need to be careful. My condoms are down in my bag...do you...?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his head, his fingers dug in around my hipbones and turned me suddenly, firmly. I was back on the bed and twisted to the side, legs hanging off to one side of the bed as he opened his pants with one hand and sucked on two fingers of his other hand, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"I don't. But..."<</speech>> I gasped, arching in shock as those wettened fingers were pressed to my bud and rubbing, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Nature has another kind of birth control."<</speech>> His cock was wedging between my ass cheeks and my hand on his stomach pushed back as he pressed forward. <<speechPC>>"N-nedddd..."<</speechPC>> It came between gritted teeth and then I gasped again, this time sharp and broken as his meat entered me and sunk up inside my ass. I felt him throbbing hard inside me as he leaned back down to continue kissing me as he hilted himself inside my anus. Me on my side made my hips and his stomach fight against each other and prevent an easy, full insertion, but he tried anyway. And my body began to buck as he thrust against me. I felt the burn and the pull at the out-bound ring between my legs, the stuffing that made my body feel full and then 'released' in a very different way than typically when I was getting fucked. I felt the weight of my shoes pulling my feet down slightly as my legs hung off to the side and swayed with his large body ramming inside me. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Redding_GoodAnal">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> I pressed into his mouth, found myself cooing as I melted into the kiss. It was so passionate and pleasant. It was also because he was rubbing at my pussy in a way that spoke to years of experience. I was practically shuddering from the moment he made contact. And I was //wet//. The contact between our mouths and tongues kept being broken my surprised gasps as my body reacted to his fingering. And then I came. That was ''fast''. My legs were kicking and shaking as I went off. <br><br> He ignored my squirming, his fingers dug in around my hipbones and turned me suddenly, firmly. I was back on the bed and twisted to the side, legs hanging off -- shaking still -- to one side of the bed as he opened his pants with one hand before I had calmed down, his cock was wedging between my ass cheeks -- I barely got my hand onto his stomach, pushing back as he pressed forward. <<speechPC>>"N-nedddd..."<</speechPC>> It came between gritted teeth and then I gasped again, this time sharp and broken as his meat entered me and sunk up inside my ass. I felt him throbbing hard inside me as he leaned back down to continue kissing me as he hilted himself inside my anus. Me on my side made my hips and his stomach fight against each other and prevent an easy, full insertion, but he tried anyway. And my body began to buck as he thrust against me. I felt the burn and the pull at the out-bound ring between my legs, the stuffing that made my body feel full and then 'released' in a very different way than typically when I was getting fucked. I felt the weight of my shoes pulling my feet down slightly as my legs hung off to the side and swayed with his large body ramming inside me. <br><br> <<include "UN004 - Extra3_Redding_GoodAnal">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Or nah? <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Perception -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> I took another step towards the door, <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh, yeah, great."<</speechPC>> Whether it was intended or not, I wasn't going to risk being the fool, or risk that kind of entanglement, <<speechPC>>"All improvements. Deb never loops you in?"<</speechPC>> The money sounded like it was promised in either event. And that was good enough for me. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Heh. You could say that. Okay. Alright. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He waved a final time, I returned it and then I was gone. <br><br> As I made my way back to campus I tried to push from my mind that cliche possibility that had been there in front of me for a fleeting moment. <br><br><br> I never saw him much, just an occasional coming or going, but I did get paid and an apology from Deb -- all I got from //Ned// ever [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<path>> Or nah? <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Perception -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh nah. Not really."<</speechPC>> I shook my head and smiled. He nodded, eyes downcast and hands on his hips as he watched me collect myself and head to the door. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Well, nice seeing you all the same."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, you too."<</speechPC>> Halfway out, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Oh, and how are they doing?"<</speech>> He smiled, making another hand motion, this time up the stairs. I stopped. This was the first time he had expressed interest. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh, yeah, great. All improvements. Deb never loops you in?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Heh. You could say that. Alright. See ya, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He waved a final time, I returned it and then I was gone. <br><br> As I made my way back to campus I started to think if he was trying to come up with excuses to keep me around or if he had just been actually interested. <br><br><br> I never saw him much, just an occasional coming or going, but that was about all from //Ned// ever [[again|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Anal")>> <<skillChecked "Wearing a Bra">> I knew how to squeeze in time with his thrusting and he had to break contact with my mouth as he reacted to it. His gaze immediately turned from his kind but aroused to a deep, surprised and very pleased intensity. His hands grabbed tight around my waist and he began to slam against me roughly. The tension at the corner of his eyes spoke to the concentration and trying to not unload too quickly. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"N-not your f-first time this way, huh?"<</speech>> I think he was trying to chuckle, but his confidence and calm seemed to be deeply affected by my depths. <br><br> I nodded and bit my lower lip, teasing him as I stared into his eyes and watched him beat into me. My hand clutched at his sheets for purchase, the other one reaching up to grasp at the back of his neck, pulling him at me. <br><br> He lurched and grunted, making my <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>unbound breasts<<else>>supported tits<</if>> shake and shudder under my shirt. His pants were around his ankles. I was still mostly clothed, but he was rutting against my ass hard as he showed me exactly how he and his wife didn't have sex with each other. <br><br> My hand pulled hard at the <<linkexpand "back of his neck">> back of his neck. I was cumming. A deep, intense explosion inside me as all of my muscles tensed and released. He was huffing right in my ear. He was cumming too, but my release had hidden the pumping of his member from me. It was only once my long and deeply gratifying orgasm drew away that I felt the last few throbs of his cock, shrinking inside me. We had cum together. <<cumSpray thighs2>> <<speechPC>>"Wow."<</speechPC>> I giggled. <br><br> He smiled and gave a little tug at my earlobe with his teeth, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"Yeah. My thoughts exactly."<</speech>> He reached over to his side table and handed me a wad of tissues. It was too casual for this to have been a first time. I felt a pang inside me as I realized I had wanted this to have been the first time, as vain as that might have been. <br><br> We dismounted and disentangled ourselves from each other and he gave me a smack on my reddened cheeks, shoving me towards his bathroom to finish cleaning off and out. <br><br> A few minutes later we were talking about the uptick in Darcy's grades and Delvin's college applications as if nothing had happened. I //was// walking a bit awkwardly as we made our way back down the stairs. <<speech "Deb Redding">>"Oh, there you are."<</speech>> Debbie was calling from the kitchen. <br><br> He laughed, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"There //you// are."<</speech>> I don't think I could have been redder. The entire Redding household was getting ready for dinner and watching me come downstairs with their patriarch. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"You can't keep leaving <<print $CC.name>> in the lurch for hours, dear."<</speech>> <<speech "Deb Redding">>"Seems like I //should//."<</speech>> I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. I didn't dare see how the kids were looking at me. I grabbed my things and left. <br><br> Debbie did apologize. I did get paid for the extra hours. But she didn't change how long she made me wait and Ned came home a bit earlier, actually showing up now, but I knew why. I was a marital balm for them. <br><br> Delvin was //not// happy. He wouldn't speak to me except when his parents were around and insisted. <br><br> Darcy didn't seem to care, which said to me more than anything she could have told me. <br><br> It was far less embarassing from that point on, but still was difficult for me to be as casual and 'poly' as they seemed cool to be. <br><br><br> Far from what I expected from the [[Reddings|UN004 - Professor]]. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Ned Redding" M "Ned Redding, who fucked the babysitter" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Wearing a Bra">> I wasn't sure what to do, feeling him thrusting inside me in a way that confused my sexual instincts. Part of me was trying to squeeze and please his invader but I knew I was doing it wrong -- with the other part of me. Still he seemed quite content, looking down at me with his kind but aroused gaze. Giving in to my lack of experience, I took it best I could, feeling how he drove into my guts quite literally. <br><br> I tried to tease him, biting my lower lip as I stared up at him and watched him beating into me. My hand clutched at his sheets for purchase, the other one grasping at the back of his neck, pulling him down at me, narrowing the distance between our eyes. <br><br> He lurched and grunted, making my <<if $Body.isBraless == true>>unbound breasts<<else>>supported tits<</if>> shake and shudder under my shirt. His pants were around his ankles. I was still mostly clothed, but he was rutting against my ass hard as he showed me exactly how he and his wife didn't have sex with each other. <br><br> Then came <<linkexpand "his release">> his release alongside a last few solid hits against my ass. I pulled him in, trying to kiss him as I felt his rigidity intensify inside me and the heat exploding inside my rectum. I coyly played with his lips as I felt him emptying himself inside me, his focus there and not with my mouth. <br><br> And then he was done, leaning up and giving my earlobe a little tug with his teeth. He reached over to his side table and handed me a wad of tissues. It was too casual for this to have been a first time. I felt a pang inside me as I realized I had wanted this to have been the first time, as vain as that might have been. <br><br> We dismounted and disentangled ourselves from each other and he gave me a smack on my reddened cheeks, shoving me towards his bathroom to finish cleaning off and out. <<cumSpray thighs2>> <br><br> A few minutes later we were talking about the uptick in Darcy's grades and Delvin's college applications as if nothing had happened. I //was// walking a bit awkwardly as we made our way back down the stairs. <<speech "Deb Redding">>"Oh, there you are."<</speech>> Debbie was calling from the kitchen. <br><br> He laughed, <<speech "Ned Redding">>"There //you// are."<</speech>> I don't think I could have been redder. The entire Redding household was getting ready for dinner and watching me come downstairs with their patriarch. <<speech "Ned Redding">>"You can't keep leaving <<print $CC.name>> in the lurch for hours, dear."<</speech>> <<speech "Deb Redding">>"Seems like I //should//."<</speech>> I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. I didn't dare see how the kids were looking at me. I grabbed my things and left. <br><br> Debbie did apologize. I did get paid for the extra hours. But she didn't change how long she made me wait and Ned came home a bit earlier, actually showing up now, but I knew why. I was a marital balm for them. <br><br> Delvin was //not// happy. He wouldn't speak to me except when his parents were around and insisted. <br><br> Darcy didn't seem to care, which said to me more than anything she could have told me. <br><br> It was far less embarassing from that point on, but still was difficult for me to be as casual and 'poly' as they seemed cool to be. <br><br><br> Far from what I expected from the [[Reddings|UN004 - Professor]]. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Ned Redding" M "Ned Redding, who fucked the babysitter" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<if $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> <<skillChecked "Kinks, Sophistication, Perception">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Through a peep-hole, naked women in the locker room. Porky's or Animal House as a reference. <<image framed "passage/UN004-Extra3_Cheer_LockerRoom.png">> */ <<if $Memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> A thing I missed from my earlier time as a cheerleader was the comraderie. Back in High School, it was like an extra-special clique. Another group of girls that were my friends. In college, not so much. I'd see them a //lot// at practice and games, and we'd share a look or a nod as we crossed campus for a class, but otherwise it was like we were all doing our own thing. <<else>> Something I hadn't expected was how there wasn't too much of a 'group' dynamic in the squad. I'd see them a //lot// at practice and games, and we'd share a look or a nod as we crossed campus for a class, but otherwise it was like we were all doing our own thing. <</if>> On the bus and plane trips, most of us were studying. On weekends, maybe a couple of us would go out together, but no different from any other group of girls. <br><br> During competitions, we were razor-focused and usually biting off each other's faces. It was intense. <br><br> During games, we had a job to do. <br><br> Honestly, the only time that we were all together and chilling was in the <<linkexpand "locker room.">> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<skillChecked "Sophistication">> locker room. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionist") || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 2>><<outfit naked>><<else>><<outfit towel>><</if>> <br><br> We'd be milling around, chatting about this or that. Bitching about our beatup bodies or the way we were objectified while walking around bare to each other. <br><br> <div id="shower"> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> I was in the midst of laughing off our coach's comments when I noticed a shift in lighting. On the tile? I stopped, moving over towards the wall between two sets of lockers. The shadow moved again, emphasizing that there was a //hole// in the wall. We were being ''watched''. And not just in theory, there was someone on the other side of the wall right now. <<crossroads #shower>> <<path>> Stop this now. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Nuh-uh. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Get dressed!"<</speechPC>> The call went out and they kicked into high gear. Clothes started coming on and I grabbed what I could before padding barefoot out of the locker room, rounding the hallway and finding the supply closet where our peepers were creeping. <br><br> I had to move quickly before they realized the gig was up. <br><br> My phone extended and I was recording. <<speechPC>>"What do you think you're doing?"<</speechPC>> They went from being agog and aroused to shocked and scared. It was a handful of guys I'd never seen before. First years, probably. And a maintenance man. Maybe he'd made the hole. Maybe he was selling this opportunity. But I had it all on camera now. <br><br> They scrambled, pushing past me, some even offering a quick, <<speech "Perv">>"Sorry!"<</speech>> The maintenance man looked like he was about to have a heart attack. <<speech "Maintenance Man">>"We didn't mean nothin by it!"<</speech>> His pleading didn't save him. I already had his face on camera. I kicked him out. I gave a little VO identifying the hole in the wall and showing what it saw. <br><br> Then I turned it over to the administration. <br><br> The kids were expelled with one exception who must have had some powerful and/or wealthy father. The maintenance guy? Lost his job. <br><br> The hole was filled and we were safe. <br><br><br> These were all just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> No harm in them watching. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers +=2>> So some kids recently watched Porky's, so what? Nothing they couldn't find on the internet anyway. <br><br> I bent over right in front of it, facing away. I gave them a //close//-up view between my legs, taking my time moisturizing my legs. I could only imagine their reactions on the other side. <br><br> Standing back up, I turned, keeping close proximity to the peephole and gave them a front-view, hands caressing slowly over myself to help guide their eyes. <br><br> I called over Alea and made their wildest dreams come true: the two of us got into a discussion about our bodies. I was complimenting how narrow her waist was, I asked her for her depilation method to keep away bumps when she got rid of her pubes. I even gave her nipple a tweak for fun. She wasn't as eager to compliment, but there was a back and forth between us, fully on display for the perverts. My hands touched her bare body -- nothing overtly sexual about it, unless you knew people were watching -- and she acted casually. <br><br> I wondered if it was anything like what they expected when they came up with this plan. <br><br> That was just the first time. The times that followed, I had little plans and ideas to vary the show that they got. Luckily, the other girls weren't nearly as astute as I was, or just cared as little as I did. <br><br> It was only when a few recordings started being passed around the school that the hole was filled. No one got in trouble from what I heard, and nothing could stop the shows I had given hitting the internet, but it was fun while it lasted. <br><br><br> These were all just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <<else>> We were in the midst of laughing off our coach's comments when I noticed Loretta bent over and staring at the wall, <<speechPC>>"You ok?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She waved me to hush and pointed, emphasizing that there was a //hole// in the wall. We were being ''watched''. And not just in theory, there was someone on the other side of the wall right now. <<crossroads #shower>> <<path>> Stop this now. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Nuh-uh. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Get dressed!"<</speechPC>> The call went out and they kicked into high gear. Clothes started coming on and I grabbed what I could before padding barefoot out of the locker room, rounding the hallway and finding the supply closet where our peepers were creeping. <br><br> I had to move quickly before they realized the gig was up. <br><br> My phone extended and I was recording. <<speechPC>>"What do you think you're doing?"<</speechPC>> They went from being agog and aroused to shocked and scared. It was a handful of guys I'd never seen before. First years, probably. And a maintenance man. Maybe he'd made the hole. Maybe he was selling this opportunity. But I had it all on camera now. <br><br> They scrambled, pushing past me, some even offering a quick, <<speech "Perv">>"Sorry!"<</speech>> The maintenance man looked like he was about to have a heart attack. <<speech "Maintenance Man">>"We didn't mean nothin by it!"<</speech>> <br><br> His pleading didn't save him. I already had his face on camera. I kicked him out. I gave a little VO identifying the hole in the wall and showing what it saw. <br><br> Then I turned it over to the administration. <br><br> The kids were expelled with one exception who must have had some powerful and/or wealthy father. The maintenance guy? Lost his job. <br><br> The hole was filled and we were safe. <br><br><br> These were all just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <<path>> No harm in them watching. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 2>> <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> Non-chalant. Disarming. I laughed Loretta's concern away. I got closer. I'm //certain// whoever was on the other side immediately froze as I squatted in front of their peephole and started to look back at them. <br><br> I inspected carefully and ''dumbly''. My fingers touched and prodded around the opening, shielding it with my body from the worrywort. And then I turned and smacked her on the ass, <<speech "Loretta">>"I was being crazy?"<</speech>> A quick, reassuring laugh, <<speechPC>>"Looney Loretta."<</speechPC>> I shooed her away and she was more than content to buy in to the idea that there was nothing amiss. And now that she had my confirmation, she'd never think anything untoward again. <br><br> So some kids recently watched Porky's, so what? Nothing they couldn't find on the internet anyway. <br><br> I bent over right in front of it, facing away. I gave them a //close//-up view between my legs, taking my time moisturizing my legs. I could only imagine their reactions on the other side. <br><br> Standing back up, I turned, keeping close proximity to the peephole and gave them a front-view, hands caressing slowly over myself to help guide their eyes. <br><br> I called over Alea and made their wildest dreams come true: the two of us got into a discussion about our bodies. I was complimenting how narrow her waist was, I asked her for her depilation method to keep away bumps when she got rid of her pubes. I even gave her nipple a tweak for fun. She wasn't as eager to compliment, but there was a back and forth between us, fully on display for the perverts. My hands touched her bare body -- nothing overtly sexual about it, unless you knew people were watching -- and she acted casually. <br><br> I wondered if it was anything like what they expected when they came up with this plan. <br><br> That was just the first time. The times that followed, I had little plans and ideas to vary the show that they got. Luckily, the other girls weren't nearly as astute as I was, or just cared as little as I did. <br><br> It was only when a few recordings started being passed around the school that the hole was filled. No one got in trouble from what I heard, and nothing could stop the shows I had given hitting the internet, but it was fun while it lasted. <br><br><br> These were all just a few moments and memories I had from my time outside from class. And thank god for it, because school was making me [[crazy|UN004 - Professor]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $UN.extracurricular == "model">> <<set _modelsucc = ($HS.SMfollowers + (2*$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value))>> <<skillChecked "Social Media and Past Experience">> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Memories.includes("Did Porn")>><<set _modelsucc -= 5>><</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel")>><<set _modelsucc += 3>><</if>> If anyone ever told you that to be a model you simply had to be hot. And lucky. They'd be only talking about the smallest percentage of the models out there. <br><br> It was a //job// to be looking for work. And promoting yourself. <br><br> It took gumption and a fuckton of effort and belief in oneself. <br><br> With hardwork and stick-to-it-iveness, and some good social media following, I was able to really break my own way into the industry. <br><br> <<if _modelsucc gte 18>> <div id="prof"> <<include "UN004 - Modeling1">> <br><br> My first foray got me noticed and set me up with a <<link "second">><<replace #prof>> <<include "UN004 - Modeling2">> <br><br> The work kept coming. I felt super elite when I headed out for some //real// artistic <<link "modeling">><<replace #prof>> <<include "UN004 - Modeling3">> <br><br><br> Modeling work was inconsistent, but it kept me occupied (and gave me a bit of mistique around campus!). Classwork was relatively flexible but occasionally they came into conflict. <br><br> It all came down to my relationships with the [[Professors|UN004 - Professor]], because after how hard I'd worked to get in front of the camera, I wasn't about to give it up. And who knew what would happen after Commencement?! Maybe modeling would end up being my career. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<elseif _modelsucc gte 12>> <div id="prof"> <<include "UN004 - Modeling1">> <br><br> My first foray got me noticed and set me up with a <<link "second">><<replace #prof>> <<include "UN004 - Modeling2">> <br><br><br> Modeling work was inconsistent, but it kept me occupied (and gave me a bit of mistique around campus!). Classwork was relatively flexible but occasionally they came into conflict. <br><br> It all came down to my relationships with the [[Professors|UN004 - Professor]], because after how hard I'd worked to get in front of the camera, I wasn't about to give it up. And who knew what would happen after Commencement?! Maybe modeling would end up being my career. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<else>> <<include "UN004 - Modeling1">> <br><br><br> Modeling work was inconsistent, but it kept me occupied (and gave me a bit of mistique around campus!). Classwork was relatively flexible but occasionally they came into conflict. <br><br> It all came down to my relationships with the [[Professors|UN004 - Professor]], because after how hard I'd worked to get in front of the camera, I wasn't about to give it up. And who knew what would happen after Commencement?! Maybe modeling would end up being my career. <</if>> <<else>> How'd you get here? No content here for you yet. Move [[along|UN004 - Professor]]. <</if>>
<<set $UN.test ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $UN.greek = "GDI">> <<outfit GDI>> I watched the others go through the whole process: dolling themselves up to hide the exhaustion as they tried to balance their school work, social lives and the jostling for position at the houses. I had deep sympathy, but also a bit of schadenfreude. It wasn't me. Every day when I woke feeling rested, could throw on my sweats and a t-shirt and just roll out to class or the dining hall? Magic. <br><br> It pained me seeing them slinking back after rejection, and surprisingly more so when their joy boiled over when they got a Bid. Little lemmings. While there were only rumors of hazing, we all knew when it happened. <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was out all day and crawled in the next morning. She hid her body, didn't say much and I heard her crying through the night. They had all been pushed over that cliff and crashed on the rocks below. But they had their greek letters! <br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A cupcake with KKG frosting on it. <<image framed "passage/UN004-GreekLyfe_Cupcake.png">> */ I got her a cupcake with KKG in frosting. I think we were both shocked when she saw it and immediately blew chunks into the waste bin. She apologized afterwards, but our room smelled like vomit for a week. It wasn't me though. <br><br> Saw less of her and most of the pledges as they were drawn into the fold. The room was emptier, but it gave me space for schoolwork and making other friends. <br><br> There was a simpatico with other Gamma Delta Iotas, an unneeded superiority, but I was thankful for the easy bond. <br><br> And then? It was all over. The whole process behind us. Some people had their chicken coop to go off to. Others stayed in the dorms. Some floated like butterflies between the two. <br><br> I had tits and a place between my legs, so while I watched the GDI boys kvetch over not being able to get into parties and whimpering to try and be a plus one with me, I got into anything I wanted to. So, I ask again: what was the advantage to rushing? <br><br><br> After a year or so, even the letters were essentially [[meaningless|UN004 - Extracurriculars]].
<<Stats Social += 2>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<outfit DDD>> "Try Delt, everyone else has..." more like, "everyone else //wishes//." It was good to be the queen(s) of campus. Any party: we were invited. We were catered to by frats and social groups alike to try and earn our favor and presence. Any activity: they wanted us as members. Tri-Delta was an elite club like none other. <br><br> The girls were sweet and kind and certainly far more reserved than some of the epithets made them out to be. Most were daddy's girls or soon-to-be arm candy with their beaux from high school. Everyone was blonde. Almost everyone was white. And even I began to get a 'valley' affect to the way I spoke -- being around those kinds of girls rubs off on you. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> Our 'purpose' as a sorority went beyond the social status (ostensibly): we were a fundraising organization and a place for women to be better women. And we were one of the best (of course). St. Jude's had an entire building wing named after us because of our philanthropy. And one of our most notable events was the Delta House of Pancakes. <br><br> "StΔcks on StΔcks on StΔcks." Flapjacks for cold hard cash. /* IMAGE (Needed): Pancakes with syrup and butter on a plate with a fork. <<image framed "passage/UN004-GreekLyfe_Pancakes.png"> */ <div id="pancake"> <br><br> My contribution: <<crossroads #pancake>> <<path>> Bringin' in the crowds. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Social" "Performance" "Wiles">> I spent the weeks ahead of the event on the quad and in the dining hall, looking pretty and making sure to be available to any and everyone. It was dollars in the door, not my pride that mattered. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 4>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Tri Delta President")>> A quick look around, leaning forward and a whisper, <<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"You didn't //blow// anyone for this, right?"<</speech>> I laughed, uncomfortably, cheeks reddening at the implication. A quick shake of my head and a proper refusal set them straight. <<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"Okay, good."<</speech>> Still, my ticket sales were lauded long after I brought them in, and I think they were what launched me into being house President my senior year! <br><br> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<speech "Tri Delt President">>"All //right//, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Their heads nodded as I dropped off a fat wad of cash, <<speech "Tri Delt President">>"We knew you were cut from the right kind of cloth."<</speech>> I hadn't realized at the time, but it mattered more than I thought. By the end of college, I was an officer in the house! <br><br> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 2>> <<speech "Tri Delt President">>"We thought people //liked// you."<</speech>> Came the response, looking down their nose at me, when I dropped off my sales. And then I was brushed away and relegated to clean up duty. <br><br> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<Stats Social -->> The girls were //massively// disappointed in me. I couldn't pull in tickets for the life of me and they made me eat the comparable cost of what the other girls brought in. I was eating ramen for weeks. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<Stats Social -= 3>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Delta Delta Delta, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. Sidelined, uninvited, ignored. They were catty as all fuck and it hurt not only my self-confidence, but my social prospects throughout school. At least I had the shirt, [[though|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]? <<else>> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> Gettin' sticky serving. <<contents>> <<lower "shorts_sororityjeanshorts">> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <br><br> It was a ''madhouse'' on the day. Despite having a massive house, the line of ticket holders and ticket buyers still stretched around the block. I had my roller skates on with how I was hustling -- glad I had decided on the shorts and DDD T-shirt rather than something 'nice'. <br><br> My hands were covered in syrup, my body greased by melted butter. And the house was full of bodies. It was hot. I was running. <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>> I was feeling a bit light headed, but I was able to catch myself before making an unceremonious fall that would have made the morning a 'breakfast and a show'. I kept my cool and footing, speed-demoning my way around the house, serving fried batter. <<else>> And it got to be a bit too much. A little light-headed, a missed step and I skidded right into the lap of a guy on his third helping. It was a soft landing, thankfully and he seemed to appreciate it, <<speech "Guy">>"Oh. I didn't know this was part of the ticket price. Woulda bought some more!"<</speech>> Embarrassed I scrambled off and moved a bit slower the rest of the day. <</if>> <br><br> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<path>> Cookin' in the kitchen. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> How many of these was I going to have to //make//?! We had a chef's kitchen, given the number of women that resided in the house, but it wasn't designed for assembly-line feeding for what felt like an army. The servers kept coming in, demanding more pancakes and I was frying them as fast as I could. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I couldn't take the heat of the kitchen. It was too much, moving that fast, feeling that __sweaty__. I was in an <<linkexpand "apron">> <<outfit apron>> within an hour and while I was admonished by some of the girls and the house mother, they were equally uncomfortable and probably jealous at my willingness to just strip down. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Whew buddy, I was sweating bullets. My shirt stuck to me and by the end of the day felt plastered against my skin. Every few minutes over the sweltering stove I considered tearing my clothes off. If I had been alone, maybe. If I weren't concerned what these people would think of me, //possibly//. But no, I'd just have to grin and bear it. <</if>> <br><br> Delta Delta Delta, can I helpya, helpya, helpya? Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<outfit KD>> We were known to be the party girls. A frat throwing a party? We were invited. Any party at all happening? If a KD showed up, you knew it was going to be a fun time. We weren't royalty except when it came to having a good time. And we had a fucking //great// time. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> The girls were down-to-earth and chill, not interested in the usual bullshit that the other sororities did. The house always had alcohol in it and there was usually weed and cocaine to be had. And despite the Greek institution typically being involved with philanthropy of time and or money, we got away without any. I don't know how they managed it, but there weren't any fundraisers and if we were throwing an event it was because it'd be fun. <br><br> <div id="hookup"> Instead, our social clout and status was because we //were// the party girls. And with the fraternities being in flux as members came and went with each graduation, we had to ingratiate ourselves with them. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A college aged girl on the doorstep to a Frat house, guys around her. <<image framed "passage/UN004-GreekLyfe_FratParty.png">> */ My contribution: <<crossroads #hookup>> <<path>> Coming up with entertainment. <<contents>> <br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness" "Performance" "Risky">> We had to throw parties and our parties had to draw the guys. The best way to do that was with ourselves. They could get alcohol and drugs on their own, but they couldn't get a show like we could and would throw. I threw out the idea of turning the Cell Block Tango -- already a sexy song -- into something far more seductive. The girls liked the idea and settled on a 'Felons and Conjugal Visits' Theme that would fit with the idea. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 7>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Kappa Delta President")>> I and the other pledges put our bodies on the line, taking the choreography from the movie and kicking it up a notch. By the end of our show, we'd be absolutely, fucking, naked. I didn't think that there'd been a literal strip show done before, so my first year, we'd knock their pants off. Literally. <br><br> And they ate it up. At first they just enjoyed pretty girls being on stage and wearing bodycon clothes, and then...the clothes started to come off. They lost their shit. I could tell most of them wanted to be whipping it out right there as our hands grabbed at our freed tits, felt the cleft between our legs and eyefucked the shit out of our audience. <br><br> I honestly think that this show not only made a name for the house, but launched me into being KD President my senior year! <br><br> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 5>> <<Stats Social ++>> I and the other pledges put our bodies on the line, taking the choreography from the movie and kicking it up a notch. I didn't think there'd been a literal strip show done before and while we wouldn't end up naked, we'd surprise them with what we were going to show. <br><br> And they ate it up. At first they just enjoyed pretty girls being on stage and wearing bodycon clothes, and then...the clothes started to come off. They lost their shit. I could tell most of them wanted to be whipping it out right there as we played at masturbating on stage in just underwear and eyefucked the shit out of our audience. <br><br> It definitely got a buzz around the new girls at KD, which might have been a reason that I was an officer in the house by the time I was a senior! <br><br> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> I and the other pledges put our bodies on the line, taking the choreography from the movie and kicking it up a notch. We'd bring out some sex toys and take the choreo to a hotter place. A less broadway and more club vibe. <br><br> And they ate it up. At first they just enjoyed pretty girls being on stage and wearing bodycon clothes, and then...they were laughing their heads off, enjoying the sexuality we were exuding. <br><br> It didn't break the mold, but it worked and I got a thumbs up from the girls for my idea. <br><br> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<Stats Social -->> I and the other pledges put our bodies on the line, taking the choreography from the movie and kicking it up a notch: stay in the outfits throughout the party. <br><br> The guys liked it, I mean, pretty girls wearing bodycon clothing on stage and walking amongst them. But it wasn't any hotter or more interesting than a typical party. I received more than a few disappointed reactions from the leaders of the sorority -- they had expected more out of me. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> I wasn't __truly__ a Kay Dee, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. So they made it eminently clear that I was not ''their'' preference. They weren't catty or backstabbing. They were a bitch to my face. But they got over it eventually, it was too much effort and probably forgot about it thanks to alcohol killing brain cells. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> Being an ambassador to our brothers. <<contents>> <<set $UN.sorSlut = true>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <br> I could feel the smiles and understanding in the air when I showed up at the Frats. I was told not to go during parties, but during off-hours. And I'd spend time with the President or an officer in their room, showing what KD had to offer. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <</if>> <<face normal runny>> Sex was usually a good enough motivator, but I heard back from the girls that they were super excited that //I// had been KD's ambassador. The girls would never admit it, but I knew that was because of how hot I was. Easily one of the hottest at school, and by putting out for them, they had one of the best experiences of their lives. <<cumSpray facial1>> <<else>> <<face normal runny>> Sex was usually a good enough motivator and I heard back from the girls that the guys were appreciative getting to know me. <<cumSpray facial1>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<path>> Getting ''access'' for my sisters. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<set $UN.sorSlut = true>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <</if>> <br> So I went out to the hot clubs around town to make sure we had a zero wait time, and I met with our dealers to stay the first on the distribution list. I hung out with the club owners and bouncers and headed to the sketchy apartments and houses where the dealers handled their business. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <</if>> Sex was usually a good enough motivator, but when I showed up at the club, there was extra attention and kindness shown to me. A free bottle here, a turn up as DJ there, and backstage access to any show. Didn't hurt to be as hot as I was and though it came through sex, I gained more than the other girls did. <<cumSpray thighs1>> <<else>> Sex was usually a good enough motivator and I heard back from the girls that the guys were appreciative getting to know me. <<cumSpray thighs1>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Live Young, Wild & KD. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<outfit ADP>> We were known to be the girls you wanted to marry. The girls of poise and culture. High achievers and smart girls. We were a //true// sorority whereas the others were just a group of girls that got together to party or feel like they had friends. We were bonded deeply, a real sisterhood that -- as the stories went -- looked out for each other well past graduation. They would be my best friends, my Bridesmaids, and at my side through thick and thin. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> Sure, we threw parties, but that was to be accepted and included. We couldn't be the weird girls. We left that to DZ and the GDI idiots. We had to abide by the Greek culture, no matter how distasteful it was. But what we really focused on was our yearly Retreat. <br><br> We would leave campus during a long weekend. Leave the schoolwork and the boys behind and gather at a little cabin that had been ADPi's hearth and home for -- if you believed the stories -- time immemorial. <br><br> It was our __thing__. ''Our'' secret. To me... /* IMAGE (Needed): A lake house. <<image framed "passage/UN004-GreekLyfe_Retreat.png">> */ <div id="retreat"> <<crossroads #retreat>> <<path>> I thought it was dumb. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <br><br> How did they not realize? Somehow they were squealing with delight when I chimed in, hugging me tight as we sat around the fire and talked about our desires -- well, they did. I just scrolled on my phone. There were other girls that seemed far more into the whole retreat thing more than I was and they got kicked out of the sorority. Welp. Sucks to be them. Or...sucks to be me? <br><br> Crazy enough, they really thought I was passionate about the chapter and elected me an officer my senior year. Weird. <br><br><br> Individually unique, together complete. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> <br><br> <<face angry>> And they knew. Every single one of them thought of me as their Black Sheep. I was [[drummed out|UN004 - Extracurriculars]] through some loophole in their charter after my first year. Eh, they were too cliquey for me anyway. <</if>> <<path>> I loved it. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $Memories.push('ADPi President')>> <br><br> Trust falls. Slumber parties. Divulging our deepest secrets to each other so that we all had dirt on each other -- a bond of blood. Give. Me. More. I squeezed them tight. I loved their smiles. I loved how we would kill for each other. And I mean that literally, I bet there have been instances of at //least// assisted manslaughter in our history. And we'd know. We know everything about each other. <br><br> My passion for us was recognized my senior year as I was elected ADPi Chapter President! <br><br><br> Individually unique, together complete. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> The girls didn't seem to jive with my enthusiasm though. They felt it was fake, which made me cry every night of the retreat, clutching the pillow to my face. Somehow, we didn't click and it was a very lonely experience. And then they kicked me out. I don't understand how they were able to do it, but I was [[no longer|UN004 - Extracurriculars]] in the sorority after my Sophomore year. <</if>> <<path>> It was...fine? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <br><br> And I was able to toe the line close enough to not get black-balled. They had no qualms about drumming anyone out who didn't fit their bill. I never heard of other sororities kicking someone out after they had pledged -- it would have been a mark on the girls for having accepted her in the first place. But not ADPi. They were cut throat. They were serious. And I was able to keep my head down. <br><br><br> Individually unique, together complete. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> <br><br> I think I wore my heart on my sleeve a bit too much. They didn't like when I offered different ideas to their trust falls and slumber parties. They didn't like that I was on my phone. And my lack in buy in meant I was kicked out through some loophole in the charter. My sorority experience [[cut short|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<outfit XO>> We weren't self-possessed like Tri Delt, but we also didn't have their prestige. We weren't as popular with the guys as Kay Dee, but we also weren't whores. We didn't party as hard as Kappa, but we'd also live longer. It sounds lame but we were the 'just right' and thats why I liked being a Chi Oh. We were the most accessible -- you ask a person and they had friends among us and we were accepted everywhere. It was the best of all worlds. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> Every year we had an insane formal. It wasn't an excuse to get wasted or hook-up like the others, but we pulled out all the stops to make it the party of all parties. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): College kids in formal attire <<image framed "passage/UN004-GreekLyfeFormal.png">> */ <div id="formal"> The most important thing to me at formal was... <br><br> <<crossroads #formal>> <<path>> The guy on my arm. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> I had to be crafty, I had to time things perfectly, but I managed to have our star Quarterback, a son of a potential Presidential candidate, a movie star that was taking time off for school, and a Bitcoin millionaire as my dates. I did my research and knew how to approach, when to approach and what I needed to do...or //appear// to be willing to do to get them to attend. <br><br> It was an incredible event, but not for these people. The people who ''I'' brought to formal. The people who made the event even more exciting and talked about. And who was talked about the most? Me. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 4>> <<set $Memories.push("Chi Omega President")>> It astounded me to be elected our Chapter President my senior year. I was floored, but very thankful for the honor. <br><br> <</if>> I didn't come to college to find my husband. I came to find my bridesmaids. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<path>> The way I looked. <<contents>> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> YouTube tutorials. Finding my doppelganger on Instagram. Perfect curation of dresses. It was a year-long process, but at the end of it, I looked //ravishing//. I was always in ''the'' publicity photos from our formal. And I learned a lot about how to accentuate my natural traits and beauty. What to wear, how to hold myself and how to present myself to cameras. <br><br> It was well-worth it. And the other girls were absolutely __jealous__. I loved it. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 4>> <<set $Memories.push("Chi Omega President")>> It astounded me to be elected our Chapter President my senior year. I was floored, but very thankful for the honor. <br><br> <</if>> I didn't come to college to find my husband. I came to find my bridesmaids. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<path>> The time I had. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> How did they find these spots? Former plantations, event spaces before they had their grand opening -- once there was even a castle! There was never any Natty Ice, no rubbery chicken, and our music was always a hot, new performer. People died to attend our formals and I got access by being a member of this exclusive club. I danced my ass off, I drank myself stupid and ate too much. <br><br> A single weekend was all I looked forward to each year. <br><br><br> <<if $UN.notFirst == true>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $UN.GDI = true>> I wasn't __truly__ a Chi Oh, though. They knew that I hadn't put them first, that I had considered them a back-up or not my preference. I didn't think it was possible, but they drummed me out. They found infractions until they had enough on me for reasonable cause to deactivate me involuntarily. And they made it hurt. Death by a thousand cuts. Still, I had the [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 4>> <<set $Memories.push("Chi Omega President")>> It astounded me to be elected our Chapter President my senior year. I was floored, but very thankful for the honor. <br><br> <</if>> I didn't come to college to find my husband. I came to find my bridesmaids. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<outfit KKG>> We were the party girls who weren't sluts. Leave that to Kay Dee. We just knew how to have a great time and we Kappas had a tolerance that competed with most of the guys. Whereas the other houses focused on school, philanthropy or silly notions of sisterhood, we came to college for fun so we had fun. And we didn't need to whore ourselves out to have a good party. In fact, by not being easy pussy for the frat boys, it seemed to be that we were more of a get. They //wanted// it more. Which meant we were a commodity. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into ADPi and we were like ships passing in the night. I knew this was the house that she really wanted, but it turned out that the girls of Kappa weren't okay with having two pledges from the same room. I wasn't about to let her know that I was chosen over her. That meant no ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> During football season, there was a tailgating party on every fraternity lawn. We were the only girls that threw down like the best of them. <br><br> When we broke out the Solo cups, I preferred to... <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A wild college party scene. <<image framed "passage/UN004-GreekLyfe_Tailgate.png">> */ <div id="tailgate"> <<crossroads #tailgate>> <<path>> Crush the boys at quarters <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>> I didn't need to flash any cleavage or rely on acting like a ditzy chick. My bounces were on point. I could be in the midst of conversation, hardly paying attention and my quarter would sink right into the foam. Guys were stunned. I wished the game afterward was Quarters or the Beerlympics or something, rather than a stupid football game. I could probably be an Olympic Quarters champ. Which was a mixed bag -- meant I had to drink on my own to get a buzz. <br><br> I think the girls really liked the fact that I destroyed these guys. There'd be plans and training to try and take me down. And they thanked me, in their way, by electing me a class officer my senior year. Though it should have been Quarters Master rather than the title they gave me. <<else>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> My aim wasn't the best, but I knew to wear some shorts that let my ass hang out, shirts with deep cleavage and I played up being a dumb girl. I wouldn't necessarily hit my shots, but I made sure the guys were more interested in me than the other openings on the table. Call it a draw between my wins and losses, but that meant I had an excuse to get drunk each time they sunk it or I missed. <</if>> <br><br><br> We didn't invent fun. We perfected it. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<path>> Hang out on the porch and just get trashed. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level">> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 2>> <<set $Memories.push("Kappa Gamma President")>> My tolerance was legendary. I'd play Edward 40-hands and leave the Sigma Nu's passed out in my wake. I'd always have a drink in my hand and people always asked if I was drinking water. Fuck that, I didn't even use a mixer. My liver probably would shut down in ten years, but for now, I was the Queen of campus. <br><br> And my girls recognized my game. My senior year they elected me Chapter President! <<else>> <<set $UN.sorSlut = true>> I wanted to hang, but my body couldn't pack away the alcohol like the rest of them. Especially the guys that practically survived off Natty Ice. I rarely made it to the game, or at least don't remember a single one of them. And...other downside of drinking harder than I should: I usually ended up in someone's bed after I had blacked out. <</if>> <br><br><br> We didn't invent fun. We perfected it. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<path>> Get pump up for the game! <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<skillChecked "Performance">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>> I was like a cheerleader before we got to the game. I wore our colors, I organized games of cornhole on the lawn and threw around the ball with the guys. And then when we got to the game, I was always on the monitor. Sometimes I had to lower my standards and use the Kiss Cam as my way up there, but it was a tradition that my hot ass showed up for everyone to see: cheering, screaming. I was our mascot. For our school and my house -- thanks to me, KKG was //the// school spirit chapter. <<else>> People mostly rolled their eyes at me. The guys enjoyed the colors and outfits I wore. They loved my enthusiasm and that I'd be up in the stands with them at every game, but I was mostly ignored by my girls. They saw me as over-eager and annoying. I needed to slow my roll, take a chill pill, but I //couldn't//. It was just my nature. <</if>> <br><br><br> We didn't invent fun. We perfected it. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $UN.test ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<outfit DZ>> Others viewed us as the weird girls, the dorks, the 'bookish' sorority. And we were the youngest, newest and most inclusive. But we wore that like a badge of honor. We had the greatest diversity, highest GPA -- and the kindest. Sure, people derided us even to our faces, but we focused our energies on the more important things: philanthropy, school issues, student life, and preparing ourselves for the world. <br><br> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> had gotten into KKG and we were like ships passing in the night. No ill-will or pretention between us, we'd always have each other, but now we had our houses and sisters and our dorm room remained essentially vacant. <br><br> Like <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> before me, I joined the Student Advisory Committee to bring about change on campus. <br><br> <div id="SAC"> My hot-button issue. My passion? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A college student protesting with a sign. <<image framed "passage/UN004-GreekLyfe_TransparencyProtest.png */ <<crossroads #SAC>> <<path>> Administrative Transparency. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness" "Investigation" "Deception">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Where did the tuition go? Not to teachers. Definitely not our housing. Doubtful much went to scholarships. We needed to cut spending to wasteful sports programs and overpaid administrators. I'd be fighting the very institution that I was attending, but it was a necessary cause. We had the right to know where the dollars were going. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth + $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 11>> <<set $UN.test -->> It was the toughest slog of my life and hurt my ability to focus on my schoolwork, but I was able to find champions within the administration that were able to 'find ways' to get me the information I needed. And then there were journalists more than willing to interview me and see what I had uncovered. Our headmaster was fired. The PR was 'mea culpa.' And things changed. A little. They made some room for transparency for projects and earmarking spending, but they retained the curtain around their precious sports programs. They wouldn't talk about it and wouldn't budge. But it felt like in about five or so years, students and teachers would have a better experience. It would be less a business and more of a school. <<else>> <<set $UN.test -= 3>> It was the toughest slog of my life and hurt my ability to focus on my schoolwork. I couldn't find any champions within the administration to get me information -- I was stalled and blocked. I found my grades suddenly suffering worse than my testing showed. They were trying to punish me and they were doing a good job. Journalists wanted to talk to me but I had nothing to give them. It was an ancient organization built upon self-preservation and it proved itself stronger than me and my ability to even make a chip in the stone. <</if>> <br><br><br> Be you. Be confident. Be ΔZ. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<path>> Greek Regulations. <<contents>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Investigation" "Attractiveness">> Our Greek Row was too calcified. Hazing too pervasive. Date rape a daily occurrence. I knew that bringing the hammer down on the 'brotherhoods' and 'sisterhoods' would be the most important thing we could have done. And that DZ would be unhurt and emblematic of what a Greek institution should be. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth + $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 7>> <<set $Memories.push("Delta Zeta President")>> Houses like Sigma Nu and Phi Delt were kicked off campus and lost their charter. Instead of hearing that kids were thrown down stairs or beaten with golf clubs, it became more of a rumor. And a rumor was now dangerous. There were investigations and the 'scummier' sororities like KD and KKG cleaned up their act some. I was not well-liked and DZ took a hit across the board, but things changed. Things were safer. I had made a positive mark. <br><br> When I was elected DZ Chapter President my senior year, I was floored, but it was a capstone and proof of all the work I had done. <<else>> I received death threats. A pig's head was left on DZ's lawn. My things were stolen and vandalized. I was ostracized and I never felt safe at night. I couldn't go to parties the same way and had to start viewing all men as a danger to my well-being, simply from a safety perspective. <br><br> Nothing changed. I was naive, I guess. Or just not the right champion. <</if>> <br><br><br> Be you. Be confident. Be ΔZ. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <<path>> Anti-Discrimination. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness" "Investigation">> Our school was too white. Too permissive of the behavior of privilege. I made it my mission to bring about change and inclusiveness across the entire student body. Fighting the patriarchy and racism? Not an easy thing. A battle that's been fought for generations. But it //needed// champions. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 5>> <<set $HS.media ++>> By the end of my four years, I had garnered a following online that was double-edged. Our administration not only pledged, but actually expelled students that should have been brought up on criminal charges, and the social strata and colors of people attending the school shifted for the better. On the other hand, I had death threats and was called a cunt. Everything had a price and I'd pay it if it benefitted the many. <br><br> And my sisters respected the fight. I was elected a chapter officer my senior year! <<else>> I received death threats. A pig's head was left on DZ's lawn. My things were stolen and vandalized. I was ostracized and I never felt safe at night. I couldn't go to parties the same way and had to start viewing all men as a danger to my well-being, simply from a safety perspective. <br><br> Nothing changed. I was naive, I guess. Or just not the right champion. <</if>> <br><br><br> Be you. Be confident. Be ΔZ. Before rush I hadn't really conceived of how much of a difference being a part of a sorority could be. Far better than just getting a [[shirt|UN004 - Extracurriculars]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<skillChecked "Rush Results">> <<if $UN.rush == false>> <<include "UN004 - GreekLyfe_GDI">> <<else>> <<if $UN.greek == "DDD">> <<include "UN004 - GreekLyfe_DDD">> <<elseif $UN.greek == "KD">> <<include "UN004 - GreekLyfe_KD">> <<elseif $UN.greek == "ADP">> <<include "UN004 - GreekLyfe_ADP">> <<elseif $UN.greek == "KKG">> <<include "UN004 - GreekLyfe_KKG">> <<elseif $UN.greek == "DZ">> <<include "UN004 - GreekLyfe_DZ">> <<elseif $UN.greek == "XO">> <<include "UN004 - GreekLyfe_XO">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "">> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<Stats Easy = 0>> <<Stats Risky = 0>> <<if $Stats.Traits["Stable"].value lt 10>> <<Stats Stable = 10>> <<Stats Suggestible -= 2>> <<Stats Risky -= 2>> <<Stats Easy = 0>> <</if>> I had made it all this way without having crossed the threshold of sex. And if I had thought the pressure of joining the ranks of the non-virgins was intense in High School, it was constant now. Not being willing to go any further than second or third base meant that relationships...weren't a thing. I'm certain there were people out there that also were waiting, but I couldn't find them. So it meant for a very shallow and lonely dating experience. And that hurt. It felt like a judgment against who I was. I'm not going to lie, there were moments when I gave a hard think to if I had chosen the right thing. <br><br> <div id="virginity"> And, ultimately...I decided: <br><br> To stay <<link "strong">><<replace "#virginity">> <<skillChecked "Long Distance Relationship">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<else>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">><<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = "Tammy">><<else>><<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = "Timothy">><</if>> <</if>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Suggestible -= 2>> It wasn't easy. Everyone and everything around me screamed coupling and hooking up. And the drinking and drugs around made doing those things very easy. But I stood firm. If relationships required someone to be inside me, it wasn't worth it. I wasn't going to devalue myself that way. <br><br> People judged me and people certainly felt that I was judging them -- holier than thou -- and maybe I was. Maybe I was jealous. Maybe I was too hard-headed. But this is who I was and I wasn't going to change simply because other people wanted me to. <br><br> But even with keeping my head straight didn't stop college from throwing crazy situations my [[way|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> To throw in the <<link "towel">><<replace "#virginity">> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "College Dating Approach">> There was a level of maturity to dating now -- granted, it's not like guys were //mature// -- but there was seriousness. We'd all gone through our high school breakups where it felt like the world was ending. We'd had our crushes, we understood what we wanted and how to talk to people we were interested in. <br><br> Gone was the 'boyfriend' that I'd never spoken to in Middle School. And the notes of interest of High School. Of being attached at the hip and simultaneous fear of even seeing them. <br><br><br> We had our own space, classes, routine...//and// ultimate freedom. We ''could'' see each other when we wanted. <br><br> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> While I didn't consider them as anything 'serious,' looking back, I guess they were the closest thing to it. <br><br> <</if>> So, yeah, no more puppylove now. There was a new connection, a college-grade relationship with... <div id="dating"> <<crossroads #dating>> <<path $HS.LDR == true>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my ride or die, of course. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have a long-distance relationship. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<set $HS.firstRelationship = $Body.currentRelationship>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -=2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> Something about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> still made me feel butterflies. There was just something about them. And after everything we'd been through, how could I consider anyone else? It would have been like throwing all that work and time away...for what? <br><br> They'd already been traveling to see me and me to them, so nothing would need to change there. <br><br> There was something comforting with the familiar. It was far less scary...and distracting. I could really focus on schoolwork without the confusion of dating or having someone actually //here// who demanded attention. Just a quick FT or text and I knew I could sequester myself for schoolwork when and however I needed. <br><br> This choice did mean I got weird looks and a lot of derision. And a lot less hooking up than even the singles at school. <br><br> But it was what I wanted and needed. And what I had committed to. So [[there|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. Roomies with benefits. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into girls. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = $People['UN'].Roommate>> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> From that first moment that she showed up, I felt a twitch inside. It was a 'could she?' and it was so hard not to just gaze longingly at her as we went about our easy day-to-day routine of wearing little, coming out of the shower, being naked. <br><br> I started by bringing up her time out, noting if there were any mention of guys...or girls. Then we got into conversations of growing up and experimentation. Then one night, we got dolled up and started pregaming in our room, per usual, but then we didn't make it out. A fleeting touch became a flirty look, and the excuse of alcohol led us to her bed, tongues already connecting. <br><br> Our cute outfits hit the floor and we pressed our bodies together, eyes locked in on each others as we ground our thighs between each others, hands grabbing and pulling at each other as we panted and made a mess of her sheets. I giggled after my first climax. She sighed in satisfaction after hers. "Hello." We said as we felt each other's dewey skin. There was a 'thank god' smirk and then I dropped down, my tongue tasting the tang of her cunt, hands grabbing at her ass as I held her still. <br><br> She was still over-stimulated and her squirming made it all the more fun as I didn't give up. I don't know if she came once really hard or multiple times in sequence, but it was a nice segue into her trying to return the favor for me in her weakened state. <br><br><br> That was the first night and at first it was every night -- it's //hard// when you live together -- but then we found a cadence that worked for us as we balanced the rooming together and fucking together [[thing|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<skillChecked "Long Distance Relationship">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.professor == true>> Professor Medina and I were truly having an affair. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't hook up with Professor Medina. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Professor Medina">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> What had started as a 'mistake' -- he was clear on that -- didn't stop. And it wasn't just passion or fueled by the wrongness of it all. I could tell that he liked me. And no wonder the other girls fawned over him, and that he was married. He was a catch. <br><br> Not a silver fox, but he had that air, and definitely would be. A hot daddy. He didn't have kids, because that would have been weird and harder to manage. <br><br> I don't know how he juggled it all, but he took me out for romantic dinners, bought me little gifts. We established our rules for being on campus and our signals for where and how to meet up off-campus. <br><br><br> I let him lead. He had to lead, there was too much on the line. Not just his career and livelihood, but also his marriage and life. And maybe a part of me really loved that he was risking it for //me//. That I controlled so much with so little. And I bore little to no [[risk|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.GDI !== true>> <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> introduced me to Charley from our neighbor frat. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Charley">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <br><br> It all started one night at a party over at Sigma. They were next door so it tended to be a first stop for the girls: pre-game and then head off to the night's destination. It was organic and alcohol-induced. He was cute in a shaggy dog kind of way and he was my partner playing some beer pong. We were losing and his hands guided me through my shots -- which were getting progressively worse as the fifth-year Sigmas were sinking every shot. <br><br> I waved the girls off because the game wasn't over and we //had// to win and so they headed off without me. We didn't win the game. I didn't make it to the other destination that night because I decided that I needed to sober up before following after them. Charley was more than happy to give me a place to sober up: his room. He showed me around a bit and I fawned over his posters, his guitar and then laughed as I dropped onto his bed, too buzzed to stay on my feet. <br><br> And then I started to get comfortable and he got the hint. We spent the night in the dark grunting and going from a drunk hook up to a buzzing hook up to a hook up while I was feeling it to a hook up the next morning with a hangover. He had talent and I wondered if he picked it up from encounters like the one that we had. <br><br><br> We played it chill, just a friends with benefits situation, but he was never surprised or upset or with some other girl when I'd show up drunk, or text him drunk. I'd head over to Sigma to my [[boy toy|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $Memories.push("CollegeCheer")>> It might have been cliche, but a football player... <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't a cheerleader. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Jamal">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <br><br> Jamal was a redshirted running back, and I was introduced to him at the party before our opening game. New to the squad, I was already overwhelmed by how intense and constant the cheer lifestyle was at the collegiate level. I was constantly grinning, nodding dumbly and agreeing to everything. I didn't feel I had time to process, just being swept away by the tide of newness. <br><br> He was chilling on a beat-up couch at the house where our party was being hosted and he barely registered the introduction. That //hurt//. And then the other girls somehow just disappeared. I felt like a lost little puppy and made awkward conversation with him until a slight pat on the couch beside me to join him. And then he turned on the attention. It was a shocking tap that I was eager to drink from. I don't think it took him five minutes before we were making out on the couch and his hand was working its way between my legs despite the people around us. <br><br> It didn't become a spectacle for too long and led me off to one of the bedrooms before revealing his Adonis-like physique. He certainly //was// a rusher because he made it to the finish line incredibly quick. I didn't mention it, he didn't apologize and he gave me his number. The girls were suddenly back as soon as we left the bedroom and they wanted to know all the details and ''insisted'' I give him a call. <br><br> So I did. I relieved his stress before the games and after practice and we became a kind of 'item' despite the lack of romance between us. The gifts I got happened when he played and when he had a good showing. He was giving those nights and sprung for some champagne and ate me out. <br><br><br> He scored, I [[scored|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> My yoga instructor...we were already always sweaty. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't take yoga. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Alder">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> There's definitely a trope of hooking up with your yoga instructor. And a lot of it makes sense, you're sweaty. You're exposed, both physically wearing little and have spent an hour getting in touch with your emotional core. And then there's those moments when he comes over for an adjustment, hands soft yet firm as they push and press and guide. <br><br> I departed last. I chatted him up the most. I wore less than most and then, eventually, I shifted my body during a modified pose while he was giving an adjustment, his hand sliding between my legs. Our eyes met, he was about to apologize and he saw I was fine with it. After that class, I didn't chat him up, just took my time getting my things together and then got distracted on my phone. <br><br> I hadn't put my mat away and it was slick with sweat and needed to be washed from use -- and certainly didn't provide much padding. I watched his man-bun bouncing over his head as we did our own modified version of Child's Pose in the sauna-like room. His pullout game was on point and I didn't care since I already needed a shower, the new sheen note to the sweaty palette that was my body not //too// noticeable as I headed back to the dorms. <br><br> After that first time, we kept focus on the practice and just headed out afterward to a hookah bar, or take a shower together. Didn't matter, we knew what was coming next when I showed up for yoga. I loved how carefree and centered he was. And his body was so toned. <br><br><br> [[Namaste|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "dating">> I was dead set on Roger. from the moment I saw him. Well-dressed and malleable. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on dating. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Roger">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> He wasn't one of the weird ones that walked around in a blazer and duck pants like some of the other pretentious fucks that walked around campus. But I could tell he had money and class from the button-down that he wore, the pleat in his slacks. Yeah, he didn't wear socks, but everyone has their neurosis, right? <br><br> It was a slow and steady approach. I couldn't appear thirsty, or even that I had my eye on him. What made it more difficult is that he had a Beta-ish status amongst his crew, following their lead and I had to buck their advances while not pissing them off. And then...be available, open, alone, attractive. It worked and the lack of peer distraction meant that we had the privacy to connect that first time. Establish a baseline and sexual interest. And then the tease, the pull-back and build anticipation. <br><br> I wanted him. He knew I wanted him. And that stuck out to him because he wasn't usually the one getting this kind of attention. He wooed me with gifts and attention and it was ''great''. After I felt I had given it enough time and he wasn't //too// frustrated, we ended up at his off-campus apartment. Oh, god, it was swanky. <br><br><br> It was hard to not just post up in that place once we started actually hooking up. I had to let him lead, let him initiate, him be the guy. I subtly nudged and coaxed him into the things I wanted. He was atrocious in bed, but that wasn't the point. I could take a grand total of zero orgasms in [[trade|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "friend">> Mohammed. nearly ran into me while playing football on the quad. Talk about being hit on. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on friends. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Mohammed">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <br><br> A pigskin smacked me in the face. I had been mid-sentence when the grass of the quad was suddenly rushing up to meet me. I heard the gasps and scream. Then the haziness cleared and there was this handsome, scruffy guy wearing tie-dye and cradling my head. He felt so bad and helped me to the nurse to double-check that I didn't have a concussion. <br><br> He was lanky and walked kind of bow-legged with his hairy legs sticking out of a pair of athletic shorts down to his Tivas. But he was calm, cool and kind. And on the way back to the quad, ice-pack against my head, he seemed to know //everyone//. Waving and grinning and people knew his name. He bought me dinner that night to make it up to me and we kissed in front of my dorm after he had cutely kissed my blossoming bruise. It was sweet. <br><br> It was slow. It built from there and I began to be introduced to his myriad groups and connections. I joined him out on the quad with a frisbee or out on a blanket with some snacks and brewskies. Eventually, we consummated things and it was at my insistence. He was happy about it, but I wasn't sure until that moment how he felt. <br><br><br> I never felt a deep-seated desire from him, but I could tell he really enjoyed my company and [[partnership|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "study">> Harper and I had been paired up in lab and it grew from there. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on studying. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Harper">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> I felt the butterfly flutter seeing him drop in beside me in lab. I don't know if he knew that I was smitten, but he was flirty and I loved it. He was cute and smart and helped me wrap my head around the projects -- maybe I played a little dumb to get some extra help. <br><br> And then I wanted to meet up to compare notes, study for a test, and, <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm just in the study room in my dorm."<</speechPC>> And he came by. The study session wasn't too focused but it was //long//. Into the wee hours the night before we were supposed to go take the test we were studying for. And then once it got too late for anyone else to be around, we were making out on the couch. <br><br><br> He was respectful and we didn't rush off to my room...that night. And our class only lasted a single semester, but by that point we didn't need the excuse. He was on first name basis with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and the girls on the hall. He was easy and fun to be around. It was comfy, and it was a great foundation for what could be a tumultuous first [[year|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "apps">> A bit shorter in real life, but he was hot and Troy was sweet. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't on dating apps. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Troy">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> The gym photos were plentiful. Before we met, I knew every muscle on his body except the one between his legs. I was wet for him before I had finished getting ready for the date. And he was happy about that. <br><br> The apps were first and foremost for fucking, not dating, so the drink we met up for was literally just one. His hand was between my legs with an assuredness that implied the other nights of the week were mirrors of this encounter. He felt my arousal and paid the bill with a shit-eating grin. We hadn't really gotten into our bevs but I didn't //really// mind. <br><br> We went back to his place, a tiny studio apartment in town and went straight to the bed, <<speech "Troy">>"Gotta get me as ready as you are, babe."<</speech>> He chuckled as he sat on the bed and pulled his cock out for me to suck. By the time he entered me from behind, I was dying for it. I practically came from his insertion: his masculinity, attractiveness were all the pleasure centers my body apparently needed to reward me with orgasm. I was a shuddering, melted mess by the time we finished our first 'date'. <br><br> He flung his condom aside into his bedside trash can that seemed to be specially assigned for those remains. Then he smacked me on my ass and despite my legs not wanting to work, I headed out. <br><br> It was our rhythm and I loved showing him off -- his profile at least -- to everyone. I //know// I wasn't his only hookup and I'm sure he didn't consider me his girlfriend but my mind had him locked in as 'mine'. <br><br><br> Probably some trick he learned to get pussy on [[boomerang|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "online">> I think his real name was Dewey. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in online chatrooms. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "LeDew">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> He was mysterious, which was the attraction. And his mind. We had hooked up first on a sex chat room, fooling around there and //damn// could he write. So it became a bit of an addiction for me and my brain began to wander -- the fingers tapping at between my thighs rather than keys, acting out what we had created online -- I got hot even logging on in the hopes that he would be there. <br><br> He, like most guys was insistent as fuck, not content with the coitus being carried out in chat. And if it weren't for the orgasms he had given me (I guess I gave them to myself), I would have blocked him like the others. But he was in town, surprisingly and was about my age. So, we set a coffee date. <br><br> I wasn't surprised by the black fedora he was wearing. It was about the only thing you could make out in his profile pictures, but the black trench coat, black pants and wide-legged jeans were not what I expected for a first meeting. As he approached, I began to come up with ideas on an exit. <br><br> Despite his appearance, he was relatively charming -- if you could get over the strange not-quite-British affect to his voice. He catered to my __exact__ order and wanted to know about me and what drew me to the chat rooms: he was incredibly interested in the psychology and draw. He was firm and confident where he had no right to be. He didn't pick up on my cues or just didn't care. He also called himself Sensei LeDew, though that was absolutely ''not'' his name. But the unwavering confidence and strength of his personality were hooks into me. <br><br> I wasn't keen on going home with him after that first coffee date, but he and I had bonded over how shitty roommates were, so he wanted to show me what he had set up at home. It wasn't //his// house, but it was his basement, I guess. A little man cave, or his 'carve-out from the insanity'. It was one large room and so it wasn't difficult to manage me over to the bed essentially straight away. <br><br> It wasn't like any of our plays online, but it certainly was far more real. His body unimpressive and he wouldn't take off his socks or his goddamn hat, and his cock would have needed some special measuring tape to meet his online package, but the padding above it and his monstrous sack rubbed and struck against my clit well enough for me to ignore not feeling much more than a presence inside me. <br><br><br> It was simple (incredible simple: he was adamant about no protection) and straight-forward. A tiny preamble and then we'd fuck, but simple was a nice break. It was good to get away from campus. I didn't introduce him to anyone, but he didn't seem to [[mind|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> </div> <<else>> <<skillChecked "College Dating Approach">> There was a level of maturity to dating now -- granted, it's not like guys were //mature// -- but there was seriousness. We'd all gone through our high school breakups where it felt like the world was ending. We'd had our crushes, we understood what we wanted and how to talk to people we were interested in. <br><br> Gone was the 'boyfriend' that I'd never spoken to in Middle School. And the notes of interest of High School. Of being attached at the hip and simultaneous fear of even seeing them. <br><br><br> We had our own space, classes, routine...//and// ultimate freedom. We ''could'' see each other when we wanted. <br><br> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> While I didn't consider them as anything 'serious,' looking back, I guess they were the closest thing to it. <br><br> <</if>> So, yeah, no more puppylove now. There was a new connection, a college-grade relationship with... <div id="dating"> <<crossroads #dating>> <<path $HS.LDR == true>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was my ride or die, of course. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have a long-distance relationship. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -=2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> Something about <<print $Body.currentRelationship.name>> still made me feel butterflies. There was just something about them. And after everything we'd been through, how could I consider anyone else? It would have been like throwing all that work and time away...for what? <br><br> They'd already been traveling to see me and me to them, so nothing would need to change there. <br><br> There was something comforting with the familiar. It was far less scary...and distracting. I could really focus on schoolwork without the confusion of dating or having someone actually //here// who demanded attention. Just a quick FT or text and I knew I could sequester myself for schoolwork when and however I needed. <br><br> This choice did mean I got weird looks and a lot of derision. And a lot less hooking up than even the singles at school. <br><br> But it was what I wanted and needed. And what I had committed to. So [[there|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<path $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>. Roomies with benefits. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't into girls. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "F">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set _bodyTitle = $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", my College girlfriend">> <<addBody $People['UN'].Roommate.name F _bodyTitle "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> From that first moment that she showed up, I felt a twitch inside. It was a 'could she?' and it was so hard not to just gaze longingly at her as we went about our easy day-to-day routine of wearing little, coming out of the shower, being naked. <br><br> I started by bringing up her time out, noting if there were any mention of guys...or girls. Then we got into conversations of growing up and experimentation. Then one night, we got dolled up and started pregaming in our room, per usual, but then we didn't make it out. A fleeting touch became a flirty look, and the excuse of alcohol led us to her bed, tongues already connecting. <br><br> Our cute outfits hit the floor and we pressed our bodies together, eyes locked in on each others as we ground our thighs between each others, hands grabbing and pulling at each other as we panted and made a mess of her sheets. I giggled after my first climax. She sighed in satisfaction after hers. "Hello." We said as we felt each other's dewey skin. There was a 'thank god' smirk and then I dropped down, my tongue tasting the tang of her cunt, hands grabbing at her ass as I held her still. <br><br> She was still over-stimulated and her squirming made it all the more fun as I didn't give up. I don't know if she came once really hard or multiple times in sequence, but it was a nice segue into her trying to return the favor for me in her weakened state. <br><br><br> That was the first night and at first it was every night -- it's //hard// when you live together -- but then we found a cadence that worked for us as we balanced the rooming together and fucking together [[thing|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.professor == true>> Professor Medina and I were truly having an affair. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't hook up with Professor Medina. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Professor Medina">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<addBody "Professor Medina" M "Professor Medina, my College boyfriend" "age: 34" "ethnicity: latin">> <br><br> What had started as a 'mistake' -- he was clear on that -- didn't stop. And it wasn't just passion or fueled by the wrongness of it all. I could tell that he liked me. And no wonder the other girls fawned over him, and that he was married. He was a catch. <br><br> Not a silver fox, but he had that air, and definitely would be. A hot daddy. He didn't have kids, because that would have been weird and harder to manage. <br><br> I don't know how he juggled it all, but he took me out for romantic dinners, bought me little gifts. We established our rules for being on campus and our signals for where and how to meet up off-campus. <br><br><br> I let him lead. He had to lead, there was too much on the line. Not just his career and livelihood, but also his marriage and life. And maybe a part of me really loved that he was risking it for //me//. That I controlled so much with so little. And I bore little to no [[risk|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.GDI !== true>> <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> introduced me to Charley from our neighbor frat. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Charley">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Charley M "Charley, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <br><br> It all started one night at a party over at Sigma. They were next door so it tended to be a first stop for the girls: pre-game and then head off to the night's destination. It was organic and alcohol-induced. He was cute in a shaggy dog kind of way and he was my partner playing some beer pong. We were losing and his hands guided me through my shots -- which were getting progressively worse as the fifth-year Sigmas were sinking every shot. <br><br> I waved the girls off because the game wasn't over and we //had// to win and so they headed off without me. We didn't win the game. I didn't make it to the other destination that night because I decided that I needed to sober up before following after them. Charley was more than happy to give me a place to sober up: his room. He showed me around a bit and I fawned over his posters, his guitar and then laughed as I dropped onto his bed, too buzzed to stay on my feet. <br><br> And then I started to get comfortable and he got the hint. We spent the night in the dark grunting and going from a drunk hook up to a buzzing hook up to a hook up while I was feeling it to a hook up the next morning with a hangover. He had talent and I wondered if he picked it up from encounters like the one that we had. <br><br><br> We played it chill, just a friends with benefits situation, but he was never surprised or upset or with some other girl when I'd show up drunk, or text him drunk. I'd head over to Sigma to my [[boy toy|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.extracurricular == "cheer">> It might have been cliche, but a football player... <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't a cheerleader. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Jamal">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Jamal M "Jamal, my College boyfriend" "age: 21" "ethnicity: black">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <br><br> Jamal was a redshirted running back, and I was introduced to him at the party before our opening game. New to the squad, I was already overwhelmed by how intense and constant the cheer lifestyle was at the collegiate level. I was constantly grinning, nodding dumbly and agreeing to everything. I didn't feel I had time to process, just being swept away by the tide of newness. <br><br> He was chilling on a beat-up couch at the house where our party was being hosted and he barely registered the introduction. That //hurt//. And then the other girls somehow just disappeared. I felt like a lost little puppy and made awkward conversation with him until a slight pat on the couch beside me to join him. And then he turned on the attention. It was a shocking tap that I was eager to drink from. I don't think it took him five minutes before we were making out on the couch and his hand was working its way between my legs despite the people around us. <br><br> It didn't become a spectacle for too long and led me off to one of the bedrooms before revealing his Adonis-like physique. He certainly //was// a rusher because he made it to the finish line incredibly quick. I didn't mention it, he didn't apologize and he gave me his number. The girls were suddenly back as soon as we left the bedroom and they wanted to know all the details and ''insisted'' I give him a call. <br><br> So I did. I relieved his stress before the games and after practice and we became a kind of 'item' despite the lack of romance between us. The gifts I got happened when he played and when he had a good showing. He was giving those nights and sprung for some champagne and ate me out. <br><br><br> He scored, I [[scored|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> My yoga instructor...we were already always sweaty. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't take yoga. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Alder">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Alder M "Alder, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> There's definitely a trope of hooking up with your yoga instructor. And a lot of it makes sense, you're sweaty. You're exposed, both physically wearing little and have spent an hour getting in touch with your emotional core. And then there's those moments when he comes over for an adjustment, hands soft yet firm as they push and press and guide. <br><br> I departed last. I chatted him up the most. I wore less than most and then, eventually, I shifted my body during a modified pose while he was giving an adjustment, his hand sliding between my legs. Our eyes met, he was about to apologize and he saw I was fine with it. After that class, I didn't chat him up, just took my time getting my things together and then got distracted on my phone. <br><br> I hadn't put my mat away and it was slick with sweat and needed to be washed from use -- and certainly didn't provide much padding. I watched his man-bun bouncing over his head as we did our own modified version of Child's Pose in the sauna-like room. His pullout game was on point and I didn't care since I already needed a shower, the new sheen note to the sweaty palette that was my body not //too// noticeable as I headed back to the dorms. <br><br> After that first time, we kept focus on the practice and just headed out afterward to a hookah bar, or take a shower together. Didn't matter, we knew what was coming next when I showed up for yoga. I loved how carefree and centered he was. And his body was so toned. <br><br><br> [[Namaste|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "dating">> I was dead set on Roger. from the moment I saw him. Well-dressed and malleable. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on dating. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Roger">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Roger M "Roger, my College boyfriend" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> He wasn't one of the weird ones that walked around in a blazer and duck pants like some of the other pretentious fucks that walked around campus. But I could tell he had money and class from the button-down that he wore, the pleat in his slacks. Yeah, he didn't wear socks, but everyone has their neurosis, right? <br><br> It was a slow and steady approach. I couldn't appear thirsty, or even that I had my eye on him. What made it more difficult is that he had a Beta-ish status amongst his crew, following their lead and I had to buck their advances while not pissing them off. And then...be available, open, alone, attractive. It worked and the lack of peer distraction meant that we had the privacy to connect that first time. Establish a baseline and sexual interest. And then the tease, the pull-back and build anticipation. <br><br> I wanted him. He knew I wanted him. And that stuck out to him because he wasn't usually the one getting this kind of attention. He wooed me with gifts and attention and it was ''great''. After I felt I had given it enough time and he wasn't //too// frustrated, we ended up at his off-campus apartment. Oh, god, it was swanky. <br><br><br> It was hard to not just post up in that place once we started actually hooking up. I had to let him lead, let him initiate, him be the guy. I subtly nudged and coaxed him into the things I wanted. He was atrocious in bed, but that wasn't the point. I could take a grand total of zero orgasms in [[trade|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "friend">> Mohammed. nearly ran into me while playing football on the quad. Talk about being hit on. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on friends. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Mohammed">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<addBody Mohammed M "Mohammed, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: latin">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> A pigskin smacked me in the face. I had been mid-sentence when the grass of the quad was suddenly rushing up to meet me. I heard the gasps and scream. Then the haziness cleared and there was this handsome, scruffy guy wearing tie-dye and cradling my head. He felt so bad and helped me to the nurse to double-check that I didn't have a concussion. <br><br> He was lanky and walked kind of bow-legged with his hairy legs sticking out of a pair of athletic shorts down to his Tivas. But he was calm, cool and kind. And on the way back to the quad, ice-pack against my head, he seemed to know //everyone//. Waving and grinning and people knew his name. He bought me dinner that night to make it up to me and we kissed in front of my dorm after he had cutely kissed my blossoming bruise. It was sweet. <br><br> It was slow. It built from there and I began to be introduced to his myriad groups and connections. I joined him out on the quad with a frisbee or out on a blanket with some snacks and brewskies. Eventually, we consummated things and it was at my insistence. He was happy about it, but I wasn't sure until that moment how he felt. <br><br><br> I never felt a deep-seated desire from him, but I could tell he really enjoyed my company and [[partnership|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "study">> Harper and I had been paired up in lab and it grew from there. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't focused on studying. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Harper">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Harper M "Harper, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> I felt the butterfly flutter seeing him drop in beside me in lab. I don't know if he knew that I was smitten, but he was flirty and I loved it. He was cute and smart and helped me wrap my head around the projects -- maybe I played a little dumb to get some extra help. <br><br> And then I wanted to meet up to compare notes, study for a test, and, <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm just in the study room in my dorm."<</speechPC>> And he came by. The study session wasn't too focused but it was //long//. Into the wee hours the night before we were supposed to go take the test we were studying for. And then once it got too late for anyone else to be around, we were making out on the couch. <br><br><br> He was respectful and we didn't rush off to my room...that night. And our class only lasted a single semester, but by that point we didn't need the excuse. He was on first name basis with <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and the girls on the hall. He was easy and fun to be around. It was comfy, and it was a great foundation for what could be a tumultuous first [[year|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "apps">> A bit shorter in real life, but he was hot and Troy was sweet. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't on dating apps. <<contents>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "Troy">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody Troy M "Troy, my College boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: black">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> The gym photos were plentiful. Before we met, I knew every muscle on his body except the one between his legs. I was wet for him before I had finished getting ready for the date. And he was happy about that. <br><br> The apps were first and foremost for fucking, not dating, so the drink we met up for was literally just one. His hand was between my legs with an assuredness that implied the other nights of the week were mirrors of this encounter. He felt my arousal and paid the bill with a shit-eating grin. We hadn't really gotten into our bevs but I didn't //really// mind. <br><br> We went back to his place, a tiny studio apartment in town and went straight to the bed, <<speech "Troy">>"Gotta get me as ready as you are, babe."<</speech>> He chuckled as he sat on the bed and pulled his cock out for me to suck. By the time he entered me from behind, I was dying for it. I practically came from his insertion: his masculinity, attractiveness were all the pleasure centers my body apparently needed to reward me with orgasm. I was a shuddering, melted mess by the time we finished our first 'date'. <br><br> He flung his condom aside into his bedside trash can that seemed to be specially assigned for those remains. Then he smacked me on my ass and despite my legs not wanting to work, I headed out. <br><br> It was our rhythm and I loved showing him off -- his profile at least -- to everyone. I //know// I wasn't his only hookup and I'm sure he didn't consider me his girlfriend but my mind had him locked in as 'mine'. <br><br><br> Probably some trick he learned to get pussy on [[boomerang|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <<path $UN.sex == "online">> I think his real name was Dewey. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in online chatrooms. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name = "LeDew">> <<set $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender = "M">> <<set $Body.currentRelationship = $People['UN'].Boyfriend>> <<addBody LeDew M "LeDew, my College boyfriend" "age: 24" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <br><br> He was mysterious, which was the attraction. And his mind. We had hooked up first on a sex chat room, fooling around there and //damn// could he write. So it became a bit of an addiction for me and my brain began to wander -- the fingers tapping at between my thighs rather than keys, acting out what we had created online -- I got hot even logging on in the hopes that he would be there. <br><br> He, like most guys was insistent as fuck, not content with the coitus being carried out in chat. And if it weren't for the orgasms he had given me (I guess I gave them to myself), I would have blocked him like the others. But he was in town, surprisingly and was about my age. So, we set a coffee date. <br><br> I wasn't surprised by the black fedora he was wearing. It was about the only thing you could make out in his profile pictures, but the black trench coat, black pants and wide-legged jeans were not what I expected for a first meeting. As he approached, I began to come up with ideas on an exit. <br><br> Despite his appearance, he was relatively charming -- if you could get over the strange not-quite-British affect to his voice. He catered to my __exact__ order and wanted to know about me and what drew me to the chat rooms: he was incredibly interested in the psychology and draw. He was firm and confident where he had no right to be. He didn't pick up on my cues or just didn't care. He also called himself Sensei LeDew, though that was absolutely ''not'' his name. But the unwavering confidence and strength of his personality were hooks into me. <br><br> I wasn't keen on going home with him after that first coffee date, but he and I had bonded over how shitty roommates were, so he wanted to show me what he had set up at home. It wasn't //his// house, but it was his basement, I guess. A little man cave, or his 'carve-out from the insanity'. It was one large room and so it wasn't difficult to manage me over to the bed essentially straight away. <br><br> It wasn't like any of our plays online, but it certainly was far more real. His body unimpressive and he wouldn't take off his socks or his goddamn hat, and his cock would have needed some special measuring tape to meet his online package, but the padding above it and his monstrous sack rubbed and struck against my clit well enough for me to ignore not feeling much more than a presence inside me. <br><br><br> It was simple (incredible simple: he was adamant about no protection) and straight-forward. A tiny preamble and then we'd fuck, but simple was a nice break. It was good to get away from campus. I didn't introduce him to anyone, but he didn't seem to [[mind|UN006 - NakedRun]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "UN000 - Cheating_newPartner">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
It was Wednesday night, first year term papers are looming. I was sitting at my desk...staring...at...the...blinking...cursor. //Three// papers to write. <br> Of course all due at the same time: tomorrow. And, of course, I was drawing a blank on what to write for any of them. <br><br> I'd done my usual procrastination rituals: YouTube, make snacks, tidy my room, masturbate...hoping that some idea would pop into my head or the papers would do themselves. <br> I chatted with people on the hall, I scrolled social media, I fingered myself again. It was getting late and I'd even gotten bored of orgasms. Time to write? Shit. <br><br><br> Then, like heaven-sent: My door slammed open, <<speech "Intruder">>"Yo, <<print $CC.name>>! Get up, get up, and strip down! Naked run, girl!"<</speech>> Standing in your doorway, /* IMAGE (Needed): A college aged girl hunkered over her laptop, working. <<image framed "passage/UN006-NakedRun.png">> */ <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> Some guy stood, hands on his hips emphasizing that his recently shaved cock and sack were hanging freely -- it all looked so much better hard. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"It's tradition. Everyone gets naked and runs the campus. //Everyone//. You'll see a lot more of this,"<</speech>> he gave his cock a stroke and squeeze, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"if you come."<</speech>> He smiled playfully, jerking his hips, making his cock swing back and forth with the extra heft it had gained. It was another limb giving me a 'come on!' motion. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Don't be a loser..."<</speech>> <br><br> My insides churned with internal debate. Being seen by everyone, his body, and the risk of falling flat on my face in my three classes tomorrow as I brought in...no assignments? <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Sounded ''fucking hot''. My pussy was already wet. I [[was in|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <<else>> <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> "Eh. I'll...''watch''." <<contents>> <br><br> I pushed the chair back and away from my desk, thinking, <<speechPC>>"Thank god for another distraction."<</speechPC>> He looked disappointed, giving a sigh and shrug. <<speechPC>>"Hey now, what's the point if no one's watching?"<</speechPC>> I grinned devilishly, watching his ass pump as they turned to sprint down the hallway. <br><br> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): College aged kids running naked. <<image framed "passage/UN006-NakedRun_nudity.png">> */ I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gte 2>> "I've got ''work to do''." <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable or isn't disciplined enough. <<contents>> <br><br> I gritted my teeth in preparation for the flak I was about to receive. Shaking my head, I gestured at the blank monitor, <<speechPC>>"I have //three// papers due ''tomorrow''—"<</speechPC>> my explanation cut off as he darted down the hall to pound on the next closed door. <br><br> I had expected disappointment from him, instead I was disappointed in myself. <br><br> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 3 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 1>> "I've got a ''better idea''..." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<upper>> <<bra>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Bra">> <<speechPC>>"You look fantastic."<</speechPC>> I shifted the chair back and pulled my top over my head, <<if $Body.isBraless == false>>together with my bra,<</if>> freeing my tits. <br><br><br> He was stunned. I mirrored his [[beckoning motion|UN006 - NakedRunSex][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]] back at him, <<speechPC>>"Nice cock,"<</speechPC>> playfully grinning. <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 2>> "Sounds fucking ''fun''!" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> He waved me on as I tossed my chair back and began tugging my clothes off, stepping out of them on my way to join her. He grinned in appreciation -- the first of my gawkers of the evening -- a trail of discarded clothes marked my path as I turned into the hallway to take part of the [[Naked Run|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <br> <<else>> Some girl stood, hands on her hips emphasizing her recently shaved mound was on full display. So were her tits -- not bad -- nipples erect as fuck either from excitement or the AC. <<speech "Naked Girl">>"Stop looking shocked and come on. It's tradition. Every frosh gets naked and runs the campus. //Every//one."<</speech>> She pumped her arm, insisting I come with. My insides churned with internal debate. Being seen by everyone, her body, and the risk of falling flat on my face in my three classes tomorrow as I brought in...no assignments? <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <br><br><br> Sounded ''fucking hot''. My pussy was already wet. I [[was in|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <<else>> <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> "Eh. I'll...''watch''." <<contents>> <br><br> I pushed the chair back and away from my desk, thinking, <<speechPC>>"Thank god for another distraction."<</speechPC>> She looked disappointed, giving a sigh and shrug. <<speechPC>>"Hey now, what's the point if no one's watching?"<</speechPC>> I grinned devilishly, watching her ass pump as they turned to sprint down the hallway. <br><br> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): College aged kids running naked. <<image framed "passage/UN006-NakedRun_nudity.png">> */ I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value lte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gte 2>> "I've got ''work to do''." <<blocked>> $CC.name is too excitable or isn't disciplined enough. <<contents>> <br><br> I gritted my teeth in preparation for the flak I was about to receive. Shaking my head, I gestured at the blank monitor, <<speechPC>>"I have //three// papers due ''tomorrow''—"<</speechPC>> my explanation cut off as she darted down the hall to pound on the next closed door. I had expected disappointment from her, instead I was disappointed in myself. <br><br> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. <br><br> I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 3 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 1>> "I've got a ''better idea''..." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<upper>> <<bra>><<skillChecked "Wearing Bra">> <<speechPC>>"You look fantastic."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I shifted the chair back and pulled my top over my head, <<if $Body.isBraless == false>>together with my bra,<</if>> freeing my tits. <br><br><br> She was stunned. I mirrored her [[beckoning motion|UN006 - NakedRunSex][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]] back at her, <<speechPC>>"Come on,"<</speechPC>> playfully grinning. <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 2 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 2>> "Sounds fucking ''fun''!" <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable enough or is too disciplined. <<contents>> <<outfit naked>> <br><br> She waved me on as I tossed my chair back and began tugging my clothes off, stepping out of them on my way to join her. A trail of discarded clothes marked my path as I turned into the hallway to take part of the [[Naked Run|UN006 - NakedRun2]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<<Stats Discipline -->> <<set $UN.test -->> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.Kinks.push("Exhibitionism")>> <</if>> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> My <<if $Body.tits == "small">>high and tight little tits barely moved<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls jiggled playfully<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>swaying udders bounced entrancingly<<else>>heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. That guy wasn't as impressive in his pullout game: the movement had caused some of him to drip from my snatch -- not expecting it, my foot skidded and I nearly collided with another student. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear and Breast Size">> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">><<print $Body.undies>>as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride<<else>>my feet<</if>>. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">> high and tight little tits barely moved <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> perky handfuls jiggled playfully <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">> swaying udders bounced entrancingly <<else>> heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <</if>> <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> surprised smile seeing the pearly streaks on me <<else>> pleased smile. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair Style">> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> proudly hairless pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush"> proudly bushy pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">> carefully curated pussy hair <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">> well-manicured manhole <</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> one of the best by far <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> a breath of fresh air<<else>>lost amidst all the other averageness <</if>>. <br><br> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> I heard <<speech>>"Is that cum?"<</speech>> multiple times as I bounded by people, feeling it crust and fully drying on my skin. It felt so incredibly dirty, but also empowering to have turned that shitty fuck into something I controlled. <br><br> <</if>> <br> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me. <</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 1>> had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to gasp in air <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> felt the beginnings of a workout <<else>> was unexpectedly panting <</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRunSex")>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Naked Run Guy" M "Naked Run Guy" "Oh, and...yeah. That's how I lost my virginity." "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set _seduction = random(0,10)>> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Attractiveness">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte (_seduction -4)>> <<face angry>> His eyebrows popped up, as did his cock. He didn't seem to be expecting this at all but seems like a welcome option compared to the Naked Run. <br><br> Leaving the door wide open, he quickly moved over to my bed as I <<linkexpand "stripped down">> <<lower>><<feet>><<panties>> the rest of the way, awkwardly leaning into him for a kiss. He took it as an offer of head, and my lips met his swelling cock, my hands busy disrobing. <br><br> The hand on the back of my head guided up and down as I felt the squidginess pulsing to fully hard as I flicked my clothing on the floor. <br><br> Finally naked, I started to move, but he gripped at my hair and I understood, especially hearing a pleased groan. I continuing to blow him as people ran by the room, some stopping to peek or watch. He grunted and groaned happily, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Thanks. You're pretty good."<</speech>> Fingers in my hair instructing me, but then his fingers dug in, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Stop."<</speech>> He held me still, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"No."<</speech>> He smacked my ass, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Stop."<</speech>> I had tried to move again. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Kay."<</speech>> His hand pulled at my scalp by the hair, <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Suck harder. Slowww."<</speech>> I could feel his cock throb intensely in my mouth, pushing at the opening of my throat. I got still, letting his hand guide him as he edged himself with my mouth and added salty precum to my tastebuds. <br><br> I was absolutely amazed at his resolve. He continuing this for a full five minutes or so before he got too frustrated and pulled my head off. <<speechPC>>"Okay, my turn."<</speechPC>> He smiled down at me and smacked the cock against my face playfully. <br><br> I grinned, wiping my lips and lay back, popping my knees up and open ready to be eaten out. I giggled as I watched him moving. Oh, no oral. Eagerly he climbed right ontop of me and shoved inside in a single movement. Luckily, sucking him so long has gotten me very moist. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<speechPC>>"Careful! I'm not on birth control."<</speechPC>> I gasped out to him as <</if>> I watched him leaning over me, firmly ramming between my open thighs. It wasn't surprising that it only took him a couple thrusts <<linkexpand "before...">>before he was cumming. Again, amazed at his focus, he pulled out mostly in time, shooting a good portion of his load across my stomach and hitting me in the face and neck a couple times with how hard he came. <<cumSpray body2 facial2 mound1 pussy1>> <br><br> I panted, watching him explode onto me as I dropped my head back feeling his hand's motions between my thighs, bumping them as he finished himself fully while I let my legs drop. <<speechPC>>"That was a good idea."<</speechPC>> I don't know if he caught my sarcasm, being pretty let down and crazy horny now, feeling his sticky semen cooling on my face and body. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Right?!"<</speech>> He didn't. Or didn't care. He chuckled as he slapped the cock against my mound and inner thighs. I grunted as I felt him wiping his cockhead off along my slit before climbing off me and the bed. <<speech "Naked Guy">>"Gotta go run, though. Ya sure ya don't want to come?"<</speech>> His words fully reminding me that I hadn't cum. <br><br> Without waiting for a response, I watched his naked ass turn and head out the open door. There I was, left fucked and sticky with a needy tingling between my legs. <br><br> <div id = "badsex"> I had to overcome the shitty encounter somehow...a part of me clicked, wanting [[people to see me|UN006 - NakedRun2]] like this. <br> I just needed to <<link "get off">> <<replace "#badsex">> <<face angry>> In no rush, I got up and shut the door, locking it firmly. My hand was sliding across my cummy mound before I had even turned around and begun the walk back to my desk. The cum had begun to get tacky in the cool air of the room, but it gave me a touchstone to get right back to the mindset of sex. <br><br> Plopping into the chair, I woke my computer. The force of taking a seat deposited some sticky liquid across my fingers a curse blasted from my mouth as I realized that he wasn't perfect at his pullout game. <br><br> With another sigh, I used the cum as lube, quickly rubbing one out <<if $Body.fertile == true>> and wrote a post-it note to visit the clinic the next day <</if>>. <br><br> I tried to write, but my mind wandered. To this day, for whatever reason, when I'm trying to work at my computer and I get distracted or hit constant mental blocks? My fingers are between my legs, remembering [[Naked Run Guy|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <<vCardCheck "Naked Run Guy" M "Naked Run Guy" "Oh, and...yeah. That's how I lost my virginity." "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div> <<else>> <<face shock>> <<Stats Confident -->> He shook his head with a gulp, backing away immediately with wide and fearful eyes. My stomach fell, my hopes dashed in an instant and your confidence taking a serious blow. I stood there, bra hanging from my fingertips as I stared at the open doorway, watching an occasional flash of another streaker. <br><br> <div id="nekkid"> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Attractiveness" "Athletics">> <<skillChecked "Breast Size, Reaction to Men and Pubic Hair Style">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>> <<link "Join in">> <<replace "#nekkid">> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> <<print $Body.undies>> as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride <<else>> my feet <</if>>. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">> high and tight little tits barely moved <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> perky handfuls jiggled playfully <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">> swaying udders bounced entrancingly <<else>> heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but pleased smile. <br><br> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> proudly hairless pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> proudly bushy pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">> carefully curated pussy hair <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">> well-manicured manhole <</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> one of the best by far <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> a breath of fresh air <<else>> lost amidst all the other averageness <</if>>. <br><br> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me. <</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 1>> had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to gasp in air <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> felt the beginnings of a workout <<else>> was unexpectedly panting <</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <</replace>> <</link>> anyway? Since I've already started... <</if>> <br> I'd <<link "watch">><<replace "#nekkid">> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br> I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <</replace>><</link>>. <br> My chair and <<link "work called">><<replace "#nekkid">> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <</replace>><</link>> me. </div> <</if>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte _seduction>> <<face ahego>> Her eyebrows popped up, not expecting this at all, but it seemed like a welcome option compared to the Naked Run. <br><br> She kicked the door closed and moved over to my bed as I <<linkexpand "stripped down">> <<lower>><<feet>><<panties>> stripped down the rest of the way, awkwardly leaning into her as our mouths met. <br><br> Our passion rose as our hands found their way between each others legs, stroking rhythmically as our palms pressed against each other's clit -- eliciting delightful shocks of pleasure and some light yelps. <br><br> Finally naked for the Naked Run, I twisted myself around, dropping my hips over her face as my cheekbones guided her thighs apart. My fingers and her toes dug at my bedsheets as our tongues dug into pliant pussy. She grasped down my side, searching for one of my breasts, squeezing it in time with the motion I was making with my mouth. <br><br> She came, breaking concentration on me and leaving my build to abate. A bit frustrated, I did enjoy feeling her body shudder. <br><br> Thankfully, she was considerate and didn't abandon the mission, returning breathlessly to my cunt. <br><br> I breathed in her scent as it bloomed from her burst. My body tensed, focused and I was rewarded for the delay. The edging brought me over the edge. //Very// hard. My fingers awkwardly pushed in and out of her clutch as I tried to do something while my body shook. <br><br> As I came down, I rolled off of her. We were panting and recovering on the twin-sized bed while my computer hummed, reminding me that I still had work to do. <<speech "Naked Girl">>"Hey, that was fun...but I'm...into guys. //And//,"<</speech>> a quick addendum, <<speech "Naked Girl">>"I gotta get running...kay?"<</speech>> she said, unentwining herself from my limbs and giving me a solid smack on my ass. <br><br> I nodded, still blissed out and tingling. All I could do for five or ten minutes was stare at the ceiling and hear the revelry outside. Naked and certainly glowing, I climbed back into my chair. <br><br> I returned to writing, recharged. <br><br> To this day, when I'm supposed to be working and my mind wanders or I hit a mental block, my fingers find my pussy and play a bit, [[remembering|UN007 - MajorDecisions]] Naked Run Girl. <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<vCardCheck "Girl from Naked Run" F "Girl from Naked Run" "And that's how I lost my virginity" "age: 18" "ethnicity: white">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face shock>> She shook her head with a gulp, backing away immediately with wide and fearful eyes. My stomach fell, my hopes dashed in an instant and your confidence taking a serious blow. I stood there, bra hanging from my fingertips as I stared at the open doorway, watching an occasional flash of another streaker. <br><br> <div id = "nekkid"> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Attractiveness" "Athletics">> <<skillChecked "Wears Underwear, Breast Size, Pubic Hair Style">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>> <<link "Join in">> <<replace "#nekkid">> I laughed triumphantly, pushing myself off the wall, tripping over my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">> <<print $Body.undies>> as I yanked it down my legs mid-stride <<else>> my feet <</if>>. My <<if $Body.tits == "small">> high and tight little tits barely moved <<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> perky handfuls jiggled playfully <<elseif $Body.tits == "large">> swaying udders bounced entrancingly <<else>> heavy tits felt like they were going to pull me over, bouncing <</if>> as my bare feet pounded down the staircase. We were all nutcases, laughing en masse as we all rushed to join the regularly scheduled exposé of the student body. I skidded on the tile of the dorm lobby, nearly colliding into another student. <br><br> He got a good grab of my tit, and his cock slapped against my thigh as we stumbled a recovery with an awkward but pleased smile. <br><br> He gave me a salute and I returned it playfully before pushing open the front doors and stopping short in the wake of the stream of bare skin outside. Air whipped across my nether lips and inner thighs, enhancing my excitement as I added your <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> proudly hairless pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bush">> proudly bushy pussy <<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">> carefully curated pussy hair <<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">> well-manicured manhole <</if>> to the parade. <br><br> I winced a bit every few steps as something bit into the unprotected bottoms of my feet -- mentally smacking myself as I saw other people wearing shoes. The adrenaline worked wonders though and only later, climbing into bed did my feet truly make me experience the damage done. <br><br> Either side of the sidewalk was crowded with Upper Classmen cheering and taking videos and pictures -- of course, oh joy -- and then, oh shit. We were heading onto the city streets. And the citizens definitely marked the day on their calendar. Maybe this was a thank you to the city, because our loop ran mostly outside of the school and they were very receptive. There were certainly a lot of bodies on display and mine is <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> one of the best by far <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> a breath of fresh air <<else>> lost amidst all the other averageness <</if>>. <br><br> Girls definitely have the edge in nudity, but naked bodies aren't all that appetizing to watch run. And I had the same two asses in front of me. We were all running at the same pace. So, I sped up. It became a fun little game as I would crest another person and see if my estimation of their back matched their front. And not to make them too self-conscious, I did what I could to give them a little show. Getting comfortable, I peeled off to the side, giving hi-fives to the spectators, getting smacked on the ass quite a bit and a few times found myself physically held up as some guys get very handsy. <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> And I loved that surprise, leaning in to make out with the groper. Getting a little shock between my legs as they nudged at my clit or gave a few thrusts of a finger inside me. <</if>> But then, I was off, waving goodbye with a smile. <br><br> It had to be at least a three or so mile run, because I <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 1>> had to keep my hands over my head as I tried to gasp in air <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> felt the beginnings of a workout <<else>> was unexpectedly panting <</if>> getting back to my room. <br><br> And after the excitement, I couldn't be bothered to wake my computer up. <br><br> Papers were deposited late, but I didn't care. I also didn't care that the Naked Run was supposed to be for Freshman. I participated every single year. They gave me some of the most exciting experiences of my [[college career|UN007 - MajorDecisions]]. <</replace>> <</link>> anyway? Since I've already started... <</if>> <br> I'd <<link "watch">><<replace "#nekkid">> I followed, laughing to myself as people shoved me aside, their naked bodies streaking by. Others ditched their clothes where they stood as they realized what was going on. I saw every kind of person, every kind of body, shapes and sizes of every part. <br><br> I cheered them on from the sidelines, standing in the grass alongside my dormitory. My encouraging shouts were well received -- so not //everyone// had to do this, it seemed. It was a lot less sexy than it sounds -- very few people are attractive and running isn't exactly the hottest thing in the world for naked bodies. <br><br> But it was fun and I had my place to view each year as the new young'ns ran. <br><br> That night, though, I got an idea for one of the delinquent papers: "[[Exhibition|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]] in the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald." <</replace>><</link>>. <br> My chair and <<link "work called">><<replace "#nekkid">> With a deep sigh, I turned back to the computer and threw on some headphones to block out the commotion as kids screamed down the hallway. I focused and got my work done before the sun rose -- I even caught some z's. <br><br> The Naked Runs kept happening, but its rhythm was peace and solitude for schoolwork. I knew I would be [[completely undisturbed|UN007 - MajorDecisions][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base -= 2; $UN.test ++]]. <</replace>><</link>> me. </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<<restoreLook>> <<outfit $UN.greek>> The year was coming to a close and so that meant finalizing my decision about what I would major in. Part of it felt super important, and part of it was a head-scratcher. Would my major actually affect what jobs I could get, what I do with my life? And as I paced my room, hemming and hawing, I stopped short, looking in the body-length mirror on the back of our door. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Extracurricular">> <<if ["workout", "yoga", "cheer"].includes($UN.extracurricular) || $UN.job == "waiter">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> My hands slid down my body and I couldn't help but smile. I'd kept that fuckin' Freshman fifteen away. And I looked <<linkexpand "really good.">> really good. I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> //Shit//. My fingers pinched, I twisted and turned trying to find a flattering angle. I had been deceiving myself for months, I came to admit to myself. <br><br> The Freshman fifteen had hit me like so many others. <div id="fat"> <<crossroads #fat>> <<path>> I'd need to squeeze more ''time'' out of my days to burn this shit away. <<contents>> <<set $UN.test -->> <<Stats Social -->> <br><br> I'd exhaust myself and lose out on some fun, but I wasn't going to allow myself to grow soft. <br><br> I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <<path>> Or just ''deal with it'' and hope it left with Freshman year. <<contents>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.delete("fit")>> <<else>> <<Stats Attractiveness -->> <</if>> <br><br> I didn't //have// time. Fuck it. Whatever. It was called the Freshman fifteen for a reason and I __was__ a Freshman. <br><br> I'd distracted myself again. Ugh. Majors. The irreverent part of me battled the sensible part of me until the final moment when our declaration was finalized. <br><br> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_WentWith_crossroads">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<div id="major"> <br><br> I went with: <<crossroads #major>> <<path>> Business <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Business">> <<Stats Social += 2>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Dance <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Dance">> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet2")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet3")>> <<elseif $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet2")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop1")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Contemporary1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary1")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("BallRoom1")>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom2")>> <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom1")>> <</if>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Pre-Law <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Pre-Law">> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Theatre <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Theatre">> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> Pre-Med <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "Pre-Med">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <<path>> History <<contents>> <<set $UN.major = "History">> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <br><br> I went with <<print $UN.major>>. <br><br> And then there were the decisions to be made about where to live the rest of college. Goodbye Freshman dorms, hello innumerable options. <div id="living"> <<crossroads #living>> <<path>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> seemed more than keen on getting an off-campus apartment with me. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.living.png">> <br><br> I was stunned at how excited she was. And she turned out to be a stellar roommate. It was easy. It was simple. It was stable. <br><br> We had an understanding and an easy flow. We had our space and we didn't complicate things. It was awesome. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility and Virginity">> <<if $Body.fertile is true and $Body.virgin is false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>> <<set _colTats = true>> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</if>> <<path $People['UN'].Roommate.name == $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> was already toying with the idea of us moving in together. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't dating her roommate. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.living.png">> <br><br> There was anxiety involved in taking the next step, but the access to affection and sex at all times was pretty lovely. Yeah, it also sucked when we fought or one of our jealousy radars got triggered, but that's relationships. <br><br> Sometimes she slept on the couch. Sometimes I was with friends. Sometimes my shit was packed. Or hers. But, most of the time we were cozied up together. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility and Virginity">> <<if $Body.fertile is true and $Body.virgin is false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>><<set _colTats = true>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</if>> <<path $UN.rush is true>> Could live with the girls in the house. <<blocked>> $CC.name wasn't in a sorority. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.living.png">> <br><br> Oh man, it was an overwhelming, over-stimulating experience. Constant chatter and chirping, things happening. So much estrogen in a very confined place. <br><br> It was crazy, but it was also incredibly fun. The worst part? Besides the battles over guys, peacocking at all times, having to look cute and not having that much space...our cycles linking up. Bathrooms were in short supply every 28 fucking days. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility and Virginity">> <<if $Body.fertile == true && $Body.virgin == false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>><<set _colTats = true>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> And there was always living by myself. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<image framed "passage/uni.living.png">> It was lonely, but it was also peaceful. I had more than enough space and I could take care of chores and responsibilities at my own pace. And have friends or bed friends over whenever I wanted. <br><br> I had my own little girl-cave and I //loved// it. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility and Virginity">> <<if $Body.fertile == true && $Body.virgin == false>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Living - Birth Control">> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>><<set _colTats = true>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> Now, I could look forward to [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<br><br> But the most damned pressing, life-altering decision to be made? I had been inseminated; Plan B. Cummed in: Caught a good day. Filled with jizz: Didn't take. But eventually crossing fingers couldn't compete against hungry sperm and ripe ova. I'd taken harder medication, but eventually I had to be up in stirrups and could only think how it could have been very end-of-the line for me. <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> Was I really going to keep playing this Russian Roulette? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable>><<set _colTats = true>><</if>> <br><br> Overall I'd been lucky and trusting myself with consistency on birth control struck me as just as unlikely as my consistency with not ending up creampied. No. I stood firm. <br><br><br> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> With a sigh of relief, I could look towards [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <<path>> Or was I going to get onto birth control? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $HS.Risky || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $HS.Stable || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $HS.Sugg>><<set _colTats = true>><</if>> <br><br> I...had enough of the sleepless nights, tears and calendar counting. And late night almost texts to guys. <<call>>"Um. We need to talk."<</call>> Yeah. Needed to never send one of those again. I needed to get onto something. <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Tattoos">> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0 || _colTats == true>> <<include "UN007 - MajorDecisions_Tattoos">> <<else>> With a sigh of relief, I could look towards [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]! <</if>> <</crossroads>> <br><br> I shuddered as I considered the side effect of weight gain, that mirror in my room mocking me. </div>
<br><br> <<run _piercingOpts = Object.assign([], setup.piercings)>> <<run _tattooOpts = Object.assign([], setup.tattoos)>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run _piercingOpts.push("Left Nipple", "Right Nipple")>> <<run _tattooOpts.push("Mound", "LowerBack", "Sleeve")>> <</if>> Given all the other changes in my life. I felt like I had grown and some people took that opportunity to display their personality on their skin. Permanently. <<earPiercings>> <br><br> <<extraPiercings>> <br><br> <<tattoos>> <br><br> Whew. Life was a //lot//. There was far more to decide now than there had ever been before. I wondered if that would continue. But, for now, I was content with no more decisions. <br><br> With a sigh of relief, I could look towards [[Spring Break|UN008 - Spring Break]]!
<div id="break"> Spring Break not only meant a break from school (so that we could ignore the impending finals and term papers on the other side), but was mostly just an excuse to head out to the beach and get crazy. And having heard stories my //entire// life about Spring Break, I had to know going into it that ''anything'' could happen. It was going to be drunk debauchery and I couldn't necessarily ensure that I was always in control. It was a time to let loose and just let life happen. Have fun and drop all inhibitions. <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> So, I did. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/uni.beach.png">> <<getTanned>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "Rush Results">> <br><br> This year's was down on the white, sandy beaches of Pensacola. It wasn't some far off, exotic location, but it was cheap and a place to party. <br><br> All of the sororities and fraternities had their houses clustered together, just like Greek Row back at school. <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">> And despite her other allegiances, <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> threw in with me so that I wouldn't have to bunk with some creeps. Roomies 4 lyfe. <<else>> So, I got a room amongst the other <<print $UN.greek>> girls in what was (rightly) called the <<print $UN.greek>> house. <</if>> We'd barely begun settling in when we heard guys cheering down on the beach. <<linkexpand "Did they even pack?">> <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Seeking Male Attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> <<outfit smallbikini>> <<else>> <<outfit bikini>> <</if>> I threw on a bikini and quickly hustled down, just as eager to not waste a moment as everyone else. The guys from Phi Delt had found a piece of driftwood and taken some stones to form a makeshift beer pong table. The red Solo cups were in place and it looks like they were setting up for their //second// game. Man, these guys did not fuck around. <br><br> Hustling my cute self down there, I grinned broadly as the guys checked me out, <<speech "Phi Delt">>"Hey there, jump in."<</speech>> A shirtless guy in board shorts shifting aside to let me take his place. <br><br> A little wiggle of my hips to distract my opponents as I grabbed the plastic ball, already sandy and sticky from beer, and aimed down the table. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 && $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> I breathed deeply, feeling the buzz of the beer really settling in. My mouth was crunchy from the remnants of the beach that had made its way into the cups. I felt my tits jiggle as I leaned forward, cleavage on full display, focused and locked-in. One. Cup. Remaining. <br><br> The girls were milling around the table, less interested in playing than being around the guys, drinking at their own pace and giving me dirty eyes for acting like one of the guys. Whatever. We were winning. <br><br><br> I bounced the ball against the rough 'table' and heard the heckling from the other end of the table, <<speech "Phi Delt">>"Come on, just miss it and get it over with."<</speech>> I flexed my knees, planted my feet and launched, my full body a part of the motion. <br><br> The guys cheered, my partner -- some guy that seemed to totally ignore leg day -- lifted me up like a toy, putting me on his shoulder and starting to bounce me. We had just cleared all the competition in a shut out, thanks to my keen eye. I laughed and wobbled, not entirely certain of how drunk he was or how careful he'd be. <br><br> But we made it down the beach in a little circle around the driftwood table on my 'throne' of his shoulder, beer pong ringer. <<else>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<face drunk>> I breathed deeply, one hand catching the edge of the driftwood as I wobbled, my brain emulating the nearby ocean, swaying and surging. I sputtered again, trying to clear the sandy crust that made my mouth so crunchy. I'd been drinking a ton and all the cups were full of sediment. <br><br> I felt my tits jiggle as I leaned forward, cleavage on full display. I flicked my head back and forth, hair swaying, tits bouncing once more as I tried to clear my head and focus. One. Cup. Remaining...of ours. I sputtered again, chin inching forward as I tried to squint and get locked-in. <br><br> The girls were milling about the table and I hear their chattering, mocking me in hushed tones while they interested themselves more in the guys than the game. Whatever. I needed to win. We weren't, but I needed to. <br><br> I bounced the ball against the rough 'table' and it didn't come back to my hand. It spun forward, tapping down the table and bumping against the full stack of Solo cups. <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"OOf, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Sorority Sister">>"Oh. Niiice."<</speech>> Came one of the girls. <</if>> Welp, not a great way to impress straight out of the gates. <br><br><br> The other guys cheered, giving each other five as one stepped up, settled in and easily sank our remaining cup. My partner gave me a firm smack on my ass and pushed me over towards the far end of the table, <<speech "Darryl">>"Kay, I'll handle this one."<</speech>> He pounded the one that they sunk as I started to try to chug down our obligation: all nine that remained. <<speech "Darryl">>"Faster...we got another round coming."<</speech>> Another smack on my ass as the guy who just beat me, nudged the bottom of the solo cup and beer gushed down my throat and down my neck and body. <br><br> I coughed, nodding as I put the empty down and grabbed the next. <<speech "Darryl">>"Here."<</speech>> My partner -- some guy that seemed to totally ignore leg day -- grabbed the cup from my hand, <<speech "Darryl">>"Sorry guys."<</speech>> And began pouring the remaining seven into the one in his hand. Then he casually grabbed me and flipped me over his shoulder. <br><br> I yelped and giggled, he patted my ass as he carried me off the beach and back to the Phi Delt house. It was empty with all the guys on the beach and he made sure I finished the cup, but was in a rush, fingers toying with my bikini while I gulped down the shitty piss beer. <<speech "Darryl">>"You're not very good at beer pong."<</speech>> I laughed and shook my head, using a finger to try and skim the sandy layer from the top. <<speech "Darryl">>"What's your name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Darryl">>"Darryl."<</speech>> He smiled as he moved in to kiss me. <br><br> Missing leg day wasn't that big of a deal once he was on top of me. He looked gorgeous from what I could see, thrusting over me on the couch. <<vCardCheck "Darryl, Phi Delt on Spring Break" M "Darryl, Phi Delt on Spring Break" "And that's how I lost my virginity. I regret it, in retrospect but I knew Spring Break had a lot of risks. That was one of them." "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br><br> <<link "Bonfire">><<replace "#break" t8n>> <<image framed "passage/uni.beach2.png">> <<skillChecked "Male Attention-Seeking">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> <<outfit smallbikini>> <<else>> <<outfit bikini>> <</if>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<skillChecked "High School Extracurricular">> When the sun set, despite the rules against it <<if $CC.hsv == "beach">>-- it pained my lifeguard heart --<</if>> the guys piled up wood and paper and old textbooks and made a bonfire down on our end of the beach. <br><br> As dusk settled, you could see the fires dotting down the beach -- not just our school, but also where the other colleges had ended up. It was kind of like a sleepaway camp mixer: some people ditched our 'camp' to go mingle and find...friends...from other schools. <br><br> We'd been drinking all day and nightfall didn't change anything about that. The buzz or drunk carried right on forward as more beer-filled coolers were dropped onto the powdery beach. <br><br> You could feel the sunburn of the day baking in against the heat of the fire. I could feel the chafe of the sand in my bikini and the dryness of my skin. Partying constantly was brutal on the body. <br><br> The sunset was gorgeous, sipping my beer as I sat on a towel and looked out over the waves. Some of the guys were out in the water horsing around, and while I didn't have tons of energy for that...the water did look refreshing. <<speechPC>>"Wanna join me out there?"<</speechPC>> Gesturing with my bottle to <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">><<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>>. <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna pass out soon. Make sure I'm still on this towel when you get back."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna pass out soon. Make sure I'm still on this towel when you get back."<</speech>> <</if>> I laughed and nodded, padding down towards the lapping, luscious waves. <br><br> The guys saw me coming and hooted, <<speech "Phi Delt">>"Come on, <<print $CC.name>>! The water's fine!"<</speech>> I rolled my eyes and held my beer aloft while wading my way out to them. <<speech "Frat Guy">>"Alright! Now we can do a proper game of chicken!"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What?!"<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head. <<speech "Eli?">>"Pick your steed, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> One of the guys...Eli? pointed to himself and...Nico? <br><br> I sighed and motioned to Nico, pounding down my beer and laughing into the lip of the bottle as Nico grabbed me and pulled me onto his shoulders. <br><br> There were no other girls, I was thinking, who's going to...oh. Yeah, he was smaller, but guy versus girl in a contest like this? I was fucked. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics" "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 && $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> We stumbled forward, Nico losing his footing on the sandbar, the weight of the water nearly toppling us before we began. <br><br> I leaned forward, my lower stomach and pubic bone pressing against the back of his neck. I curled my feet around him under his armpits. He gripped my thighs as we made contact. <br><br> I twisted and grabbed at him, even with one hand useless except for holding this damn bottle, I was able to hold my own. His fingers grabbed at the strings of my bikini. Whether on purpose or just because they were there, I don't know, but I swatted them away, grabbing at his wrists and wrenching. <br><br> The strength of my core proved the deciding factor and I toppled the son of a bitch. A deep, guttural roar blasted from my throat to the star-filled sky as I watched him trying to get his head back above the tide. <br><br> I raised my eyebrows in a 'for a girl' look and flipped him off with my beer hand as my other hand was ensuring that -- yep -- bikini made it through. <br><br> Nico dumped me into the water without warning. I glared him down but he shrugged and we began to wrestle out there, kicking under the crests and squirming away from each other. <br><br> A playful and pointless little game of catch. Sometimes yanked underneath the surface all of a sudden, sometimes doing my best Michael Phelps to get away from a pursuer. <br><br> My bottle lost somewhere to the ocean, my body absolutely exhausted, but my skin -- if salty -- was cooled off. <br><br> I came back to my towel and gave her a little kick, waking her from a drunken slumber and motioning that we should head back to the house. <<else>> <<face shock>> We stumbled forward, Nico losing his footing on the sandbar, the weight of the water nearly toppling us before we began. <br><br> I leaned forward, my lower stomach and pubic bone pressing against the back of his neck. I curled my feet around him under his armpits. He gripped my thighs as we made contact. <br><br> I twisted and grabbed at him, even with one hand useless except for holding this damn bottle, I was able to hold my own. His fingers grabbed at the strings of my bikini. Whether on purpose or just because they were there, I don't know, but I swatted them away, grabbing at his wrists and wrenching. <br><br> But. He was a dude and I was a girl and I couldn't outmatch him. We had too much wobble, I had too much for him to get grip on. <br><br> It all ended with a high-pitched yell as my top came <<linkexpand "off">>off<<upper>>! Half-trying to keep it on, half-trying to fight and still trying to maintain a beer in my hand and I went down. <br><br> My arms and legs churned as I tried to surface. Shit, underwater is scary when you're surprised...and drunk. And then I reached the surface, gasping out and trying to clutch an arm across myself as I waited for the salt water to stop stinging my eyes. <br><br> Where was my fucking top? Ugh. It was too dark. I shook my head, glaring at the kid and all the guys were grinning ear to ear. <br><br> Then I was underwater again, yanked below the surface by -- a shark? No, just Nico. I coughed up water that had gotten in my lungs in the surprised gasp that had accompanied my dunking. I flipped him off and he shrugged. We began to wrestle out there, kicking under the crests and squirming away from each other. <br><br> A playful and pointless little game of catch. Sometimes yanked underneath the surface all of a sudden, sometimes doing my best Michael Phelps to get away from a pursuer. <br><br> My bottle lost somewhere to the ocean along with my top, my body absolutely exhausted, but my skin -- if salty -- was cooled off. I was too tired to care at this point and even as the bonfire lit up my bouncing tits and got a round of cheers, I just headed back towards where <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">><<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>> was. <br><br> I gave her a little kick, waking her from a drunken slumber and motioning that we should head back to the house. She was too groggy and half-asleep to notice me being topless and I was happy for the blessing. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <br><br><br> <<link "Lazy Nights">><<replace "#break" t8n>> <<scrollIntoView>> <<outfit $UN.greek>> <<scrollIntoView>> After a few days, even the most party of the partiers was completely worn out. Guys sat around and played poker or played Switch. Girls played 'hostess' and made the houses as homey as they could be with snacks and food. <br><br> We all were slathering each other in aloe, hoping that it tan and not peel. <br><br> We found whatever ways to keep occupied as even the shine of drinking had started to lose its luster. <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">><<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"Never. Have. I. Ever."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Never. Have. I. Ever."<</speech>><</if>> had a devilish twinkle in her eye. She had one hand raised with her fingers extended. <<speech "Cam">>"Ugh. I can't drink any more."<</speech>> Cam voicing what everyone else was thinking. <<speech "Frat Guy">>"Strip then?"<</speech>> It was that kid and his shit-eating grin from the other night and chicken. Of course he would. The girls glared him down. <<speechPC>>"It'd be funny as hell to see your candy-cane ass, but no. I think not."<</speechPC>> I raised my hand as well. <<speechPC>>"Never have I ever..."<</speechPC>> I dropped my head against the cushion of the couch, thinking. <<skillChecked "High School Extracurricular">><<if $CC.hsv == "home">><<speechPC>>"Fucked myself with a piece of food."<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"Masturbated in front of someone else."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">><<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"Really?"<</speech>><<else>><<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"Really?"<</speech>><</if>> dropped a finger. <br><br> And so it went. <<skillChecked "Prom History, Body Count, Virginity, and Addiction Level">> <<if visited("HS008 - PromNightSex") && $HS.promDate == "Seven">> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <br><br> And then... <<speech "Frat Guy">>"Holy shit, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Everyone was floored when I talked about what had happened at Prom. I could see the shift in the way they were looking at me. <br><br> I tried to chuckle it off, but that had been my third full hand of fingers. Maybe I was crazy, putting all these partiers to shame. I went too far? I did too much? <br><br> I bit my lower lip and my eyes shied away from everyone and let my fingernails dig into my palms as I listened to the game find its center again and get back on track. <br><br> Maybe I should recalibrate too? Take a little more consideration before just off and doing something? <<elseif $HS.addictionLv gt 2>> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <<speech "Frat Guy">>"You've actually taken that shit?"<</speech>> They were stunned. <<if $UN.greek !== "GDI">><<speech $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>>"That could kill you."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"That could kill you."<</speech>><</if>> <<speech "Cam">>"That's //addictive//."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes and poo-poo'd it away. The Wow's petered off, and then that kid asked, <<speech "Eli">>"How'd it feel?"<</speech>> And I smiled at him and leaned in close, whispering about the body-feel of that high. <br><br> I wonder if he ever tried it, but I think he just wanted me close, breathing into his ear. <<elseif $bodies.length gt 30>> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <<speech "Eli">>"Whoahh...I just said that number like...as a joke."<</speech>> I frowned at the kid, letting the offense burn into him pointedly. <<speech "Eli">>"Not. Not like...judging. It's. Just a number."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Exactly."<</speechPC>> But I could feel the air mixing weirdly, cold as ice from the girls, and the heat from the guys as they looked at me as an easy target. <br><br> I put that last finger down and thought. It was a number, right? It didn't matter. <<elseif $Body.virgin == true>> We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <br><br> The game puttered to a full stop, <<speech "Eli">>"Ugh, boring <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Some of the guys and girls had re-entered the game and lost again in the time it took for people to try and come up with things that I //had// done. <br><br> I felt embarassed, which is weird in retrospect because I //hadn't// done crazy things. But at the time it really hurt. <br><br> And it made sense, this was a time and a bunch of people who were at Spring Break for a crazy time. <<else>> Right in the middle of the pack with everyone else. We all laughed and poked at each other when we came up with some dirty little secret. Some of them you could tell were set-ups, others were flyers that happened to hit home. <br><br> You could see the heat rushing to peoples faces as they revealed something they hadn't planned on ever saying. Hearing the raucous laughter as they told the story. It was a weird little respite of just talking about craziness rather than doing crazy stuff. <</if>> <br><br><br> There was so much drunkenness. There was so much debauchery. Hangover started to feel like a normal state. We were dangerously dehydrated but we didn't care. We were young. We were invincible and there were very few [[Spring Breaks|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> <<if $UN.GDI or $UN.notFirst>>So, I enjoyed the calm and quiet of an empty campus with a few friends.<<else>>I decided to take the social knock and skip out on the Greek craziness of it all.<</if>> <<blocked>> $CC.name is too into the GreekLyfe. <<contents>> <<if $UN.GDI or $UN.notFirst>> <<Stats Social -->> <</if>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $UN.test ++>> <br><br> College was enough fun for me, and it wasn't like I was being invited out with the frats and sororities to the sand. <br><br> We felt like kings and queens of college -- which was a nice change of pace. Nothing commanded our attention or time and so we mostly would... <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> lay out on the quad... <<contents>> <<getTanned>> It felt like we had our own little slice of heaven. Manicured and tree-lined lawns: an exclusive park. Most of the time we'd hang out together, throw some towels down on the main quad, but there was so much space that sometimes I just found my own corner to be fully alone. <br><br> A cursory look around and I <<linkexpand "started">>started<<feet>> <<linkexpand "stripping">>stripping<<upper>> <<linkexpand "down">>down<<lower>>. Why get <<linkexpand "tanlines">>tanlines<<set _nude = true>><<panties>><<bra>><<Stats Risky ++>> if you didn't have to? The sun warmed my bare skin as I maneuvered onto the towel. Oh, god this was nice. Back first? Yeah. <br><br> With a sigh, I kicked my feet up, letting them sway. The heat on my soles as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth. Not realizing that slowly, I was falling <<linkexpand "asleep.">> asleep. <br><br><br> <<waiting 2.5s>> <<timed 2.5s>> I jerked up, something triggered in my brain. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. How long had I been out? Seconds? Minutes? I sat up, feeling my body jiggle in response to the quick movement. <br><br> I patted my skin, testing to see how it reacted to the pressure. Was I burned? <<speech "Male Voice">>"You can't just be doing that..."<</speech>> I froze. <br><br> The voice was male. Off to my left, slightly gruff and sounded local. Carefully, as if sudden movement would reveal me, I turned my head and saw the campus groundskeeper. Rake in hand, he looked over my <<if _nude == true>>fully bare<<else>>slightly covered<</if>> body. It kind of surprised me at how unaffected he was by what he was seeing. <<speechPC>>"I'm so sorry."<</speechPC>> I looked around urgently for my clothes. <<speech "Groundskeeper">>"You can't just come onto campus and use it, missy."<</speech>> He shook the end of his rake at me. <<speechPC>>"Oh. I //go// here."<</speechPC>> I smiled and tried to wave away the 'problem'. <br><br> His jaw ground a bit, side to side. <<speech "Groundskeeper">>"Oh."<</speech>> He thought. <<speech "Groundskeeper">>"Still...this isn't...''private''."<</speech>> <br><br> I shrugged and smiled, nothing I could do to revoke what he had seen, so I tried to play it off, <<speechPC>>"Thought everyone was gone."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Groundskeeper">>"Well, people work here, missy."<</speech>> Wow, he was really unphased. Or just expressionless. Or...gay? <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<face happy>> I shrugged again and leaned back on my elbows, thighs a bit more spread than before. <<speechPC>>"I'm not hurting anyone."<</speechPC>> And either he agreed, enjoyed the view, or didn't want to escalate the situation knowing the self-importance of college kids and protectiveness of parents. <br><br> I heard him raking as I arched my back, presenting my tits to the sky, needing to even out the tan. Did he seem to be taking longer than was necessary? Eh, who cares. <br><br> I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of pictures -- tastefully framed of course -- to potentially post or share with the kids who went out to the beaches of Pensacola. <br><br><br> When they came back from Spring Break, I had a better, deeper and more even tan than the best of them, and I had found a spot that I was excited to use. For many [[reasons|UN009 - Summers]]. <<else>> <<face shock>> I nodded, admonished and not exactly keen on being so on display for grounds crew, or potentially even people wandering the campus -- I hadn't considered that. I gathered my clothes and pulled them against me, wrapped my <<linkexpand "towel">> <<outfit towel>> towel around me and hobbled awkwardly off back to my dorm, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> <br><br><br> I had gotten burned, in many ways, and decided to keep my laying out to be with friends who could watch out for me. And not just strip down. An awkward moment, but I don't think I ever saw the groundskeeper [[again|UN009 - Summers]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or get outside the bubble into the city <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/uni.sbcity.png">> <<outfit club>> We did escape rooms and other 'town' activities. We went out to restaurants that were far better than dining on campus -- and in most cases, cheaper. But most importantly, we got to try a bunch of bars and clubs that were more exclusive when other kids were around, or just too overwhelmed with people to even want to show up. <br><br> So a quick little ride-share downtown and we dropped out onto an //empty// sidewalk in front of "Dirty Little Secret" and the bouncer barely even registered us walking up and past him. Damn, it was great to be a girl. <br><br> Inside, the music pumped through backlit speakers that ran from floor to ceiling. Laser lights lazily swung over the assembled from above the dropped LED ceiling. Girls manned the bar, wearing black thong leotards and push-up bras. <br><br> Despite being a hot spot, it seemed like maybe college crews were the typical attendees. While there were people milling about, heads bobbing slightly to the baseline, there was space. And there was definitely a disparity between the genders. Men in tight shirts and ball caps dominated the scene and there eyes were not only going over the bare asses and cleavage of the employees, but over every new pair of legs that walked in. <br><br> When we arrived, they descended. We laughed and smiled, trying to kindly push through and away -- this wasn't our first rodeo. You had to manage to not be easy prey, but also not offend them because who knew if they'd be the one buying you drinks in a few minutes. We used our female companions as a shield, pulling each other through like soldiers on the battlefield giving each other cover. <<speechPC>>"Just a sec!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Eve">>"Y-yeah, lemme just..."<</speech>> <<speech $People['UN'].Roommate.name>>"What did you say Eve?!"<</speech>> <<speech "Eve">>"I'm just going..."<</speech>> <br><br> And then we were through! We cheered as we assembled by the bar, chattering away excitedly at getting inside. We watched one of the performers: a girl decked out in a kind of...cosplay? White fabric fashioned as wings, bodice and garters displaying her skin and tattoos, and it appeared it was less a performance and more eye candy. No wonder the guys always wanted to go here. <br><br> We grabbed an initial round, taking a protective position at the bar to scope out the opportunities, switching roles to potential predators and surveying the quarry. We leaned in close, giggling as we picked apart the male species from afar. <<speech "Propositioner">>"Hey. You're hot. Wanna make some cash?"<</speech>> I turned, confused. It was a woman speaking and not some guy propositioning me. <<speechPC>>"Uh what?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Louder: <<speech "Woman">>"You. Want. To. Make. Some. Cash?"<</speech>> She was making a martini, the conversation not affecting her abilities one iota as she gave me a 'don't be an idiot, say yes.' raised eyebrow. <<crossroads #break>> <<path>> //Yes//? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<speech "Bargirl">>"Smart girl. Head on that way."<</speech>> She pointed back behind the bar where there was a guy nodding over to her by a set of doors. He waved me over. Oh, so she had been a shill. What had I gotten into? <br><br> I moved away from my friends who were fully involved in the men, figuring I was moving away for good reason. <<speechPC>>"Uh, hey."<</speechPC>> I smiled, offering my hand to the guy. He was had slicked back hair and a professional demeanor. <<speech "Guy">>"Hey, come on back."<</speech>> He pushed one of the swinging doors ajar and motioned me to enter. It was a small office with some mirrors and lights where likely the girls got ready before their shift. An assortment of bags and 'normal' clothes were pushed into piles underneath the small 'vanity'. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. What's going on?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His eyebrows popped, <<speech "Guy">>"Never been here before? Ring the bell?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No. It doesn't."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"//No//, that's what it's ''called''. Here. Strip down."<</speech>> He motioned for me to take my clothes off and I was shocked at his casualness. But there was no sexualization either. I looked at him for a moment and he looked at me. I think he was deciding whether I was worth the effort of if they should try again. <<speech "Guy">>"It's easy cash. As easy as you want it to be. Simple competition. Think of it like Amateur night. You've seen the girls out there?"<</speech>> I nodded, <<speech "Guy">>"You against them. Up on the stage. They like you? They pay and they ring the bell. They like them? Well, it'll be pretty quiet."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What do I do?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"Whatever you want."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What's in it for the girls?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"They keep their jobs."<</speech>> He laughed and motioned for me to strip down again. <<speechPC>>"So I get a leotard?"<</speechPC>> He frowned and laughed, shaking his head, <<speechPC>>"Well. Fine. Then I'll compete like this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Guy">>"Fine. Your funeral."<</speech>> I flipped him the bird. He laughed. I opened the doors, heading onto the <<link "stage">><<replace "#break">> One of the girls was holding a "Ring the Bell" sign over her head. The guys were cheering. My friends were confused as they watched me mount the stage. The DJ kicked into a new song, pulling the mic tight to his lips, <<speech "DJ">>"What's the name of tonight's dirty little secret?"<</speech>> The guys cheered again. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speechPC>> I called out over the music. <br><br> He didn't hear me. Not sure many people did. I felt awkward up on that stage, all eyes on me. Not really sure what to do. I saw some of the girls who were doing bottle service coming over to the bar, smacking their asses and inviting cat calls. <<speech "DJ">>"Wearing the most I've seen for a secret in a while."<</speech>> The DJ laughed into his mic. The mocking had begun. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2>> I got into the music, I started to dance. While I was wearing more than these other girls, a little black dress can flash revealing if you want it to. And I made sure <<link "it did">><<replace "#break">><<liftUpDress>>it did. <br><br> I hinted at my ass. The skin of my legs was on display. I moved in ways to emphasize my female attributes and began hearing the responses and a couple bell chimes. I'm pretty sure it was my friends encouraging me and starting things off. <<speech "DJ">>"That's a start..."<</speech>> came that fucking DJ, <<speech "DJ">>"but I think we still prefer //our// secrets, don't we?"<</speech>> Oh, so they called the girls secrets. Cute. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable">> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> Despite my resistance in the back room, I let my fingers drop one strap, then the other. In sync with my dancing, and then with a firm stomp, the dress <<link "fell...">><<replace "#break">> <<upper>> fell off, fluttering down my legs and collecting at my feet. <br><br> I grinned proudly on display into the blinding lights and darkness of the dance floor. I heard the cheers rising up, the dinging of the bell and the DJ, <<speech "DJ">>"Well. Well. Well. That's more like what we're used to. Isn't it?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing a Bra">> <<if $Body.isBraless == true>> <<speech "DJ">>"Oh-ho-ho."<</speech>> Came the surprised chuckle over the mic as my bare tits were freed. <<speech "DJ">>"Didn't expect that, did we?"<</speech>> The bell was ringing and I was giving a solid dead-eye seriousness as I continued to sway and move, feeling stripper-like in that moment. It was strangely hot and empowering. And difficult. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wearing Underwear">> <<if $Commando == true>> <<speech "DJ">>"She came ready to get naked, didn't she?"<</speech>> The roar was louder than the music. That I was just in heels, my full body on display was not a common sight, it appeared. I could see a knowing smile from the guy who had brought me into the fold, now understanding why I hadn't made this my go-to state.<</if>> <<include "UN009 - Spring Break_Bell">> <<else>> <<include "UN009 - Spring Break_Bell">> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> I felt the pressure mounting to take my clothes off. But I wasn't a stripper. I had no desire to trade my decency for the pleasure and visual entertainment of these randos. I wasn't even getting paid. <br><br> So I ignored the DJ and continued my cute little dance until one of the girls came and hip checked me, sending me stumbling off the stage. Luckily, I didn't break anything. But she was laughing. The crowd was laughing, and the show as over. <br><br><br> I went over to collect my earnings and found out I hadn't hit the threshold, so I came away empty-handed. I wasn't interested in being a target all night, so I wanted to leave. The girls let me. Alone. [[Disappointed|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <<else>> That was it. I dismounted the stage and flipped him the bird. We were also summarily escorted out of the venue but I wasn't too happy. <br><br><br> My friends asked why I would have gone up there and didn't I know and told me I had done a shitty job. But I was already pissed. I let them bitch til we got back, then I iced them out for the next [[few days|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> //Can I have one of those//? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> She rolled her eyes and nodded, passing me another drink. I spent the night watching different performances on the stage, from the elegant burlesque-esque talent to pole dancers. There wasn't much dancing surprisingly, and we decided to stay away from the sausage fest that was around us. <br><br><br> We got drunk and had a great evening, though I was the first one to roll my eyes from then on whenever someone mentioned the [[place|UN009 - Summers]]. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> ...just chilling, relaxing and catching up on school work. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="bell"> It was clear this was time to shine. To find some way to get the bell ringing. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> <<link "Myself">><<replace "#bell">> I dropped, knees spread, popping my pussy and hearing the cheers rise. Oh, just you wait boys. <br><br> I let my hand slide over my body like 'look at me,' 'don't you want this?' I squeezed one of my breasts, giving my nipple a little tweak as my popping slowed in tempo. And then my hand dropped lower, over my stomach to where I was certain all eyes were looking. <br><br> Patting my slit, I felt the shocks thrumming through my system as I saw even the girls turning to look at me. And then my finger pushed in, finding the softness inside. My hand cupped my crotch as the delicate muscles of my hand worked, one finger back and forth, in and out as I felt the rush of being seen by so many people at once. <br><br> By my friends. Fuck, what were they thinking now. How would I look at them later? <br><br> The bell was ringing, though. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> Oh, god this felt good. While the contact of my ass on the floor made me wonder how often it was cleaned, the pleasure and excitement was enough for me to dismiss it for the moment. One hand moving like I was in bed and alone, the other groping and feeling <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif Array("large", "extralarge").includes($Body.tits)>>the size and heft of my tits. I made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to my movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had.<</if>> My back arched, my brow furrowed as my palm pressed to my clit and my fingers dug at the ridges of my g-spot. My toes pressed down into my heels, bracing myself as the pleasure mounted. <br><br> I added a second finger, enjoying the spread and fullness inside me. Spots started to appear in front of my eyes, though I couldn't tell if that was the after image of the lights or the impending orgasm. <br><br> And then my thighs were rippling, tits bouncing and my hips jerking up and down uncontrollably. My moan couldn't be heard over the musical din, but everyone knew what was going on. Blood was pounding in my skull, pleasure rushing through my body and I wondered how much the bell was ringing and how loud the cheer had gotten while all I could hear was my rapid heartbeat. <br><br> I came down, I dropped back, panting and staring up at the lofted ceiling, my hand slowly teasing out the aftershocks and I could hear the hooting of the guys and the ringing of the bell. <br><br> Came: a win. Rang the bell: a win. Now to collect my winnings. I shivered as I rolled forward and lifted up, grabbing my clothes and waving in awkward post-coital realization to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where mine had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> A <<link "guy">><<replace "#bell">> There were some chairs along the back of the stage and I sauntered over to one, hips swinging, my eyes scanning the crowd -- I couldn't see anyone, just dark forms and oppressive lights. <br><br> The chair's feet scraped across the stage performatively as I made my way back front and center and gave a come hither curl of my finger. I had //no// idea who I was beckoning, but they were onstage soon enough: a greasy-hair guy that looked straight out of Jersey Shore. <br><br> He'd have to do. I pushed him into the chair, using all my memory of strippers in movies and television and then dropped in front of him, touching the floor, lifting my ass and presenting myself to him. <br><br> The crowd went wild. The DJ encouraged the fuck out of me as I planted my ass against his lap, leaning back against him and arching my back. His hands were on me far too fast, ruining what I had planned, but I had to roll with it. <br><br> As his hand eagerly found my pussy and groped <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif $Body.tits == ("large","extralarge")>>the size and heft of my tits. He made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to our movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had.<</if>> Two fingers stuffed inside me -- again, too fast, eager beaver -- but I craned my neck to breathe hotly into his ear. He turned to match me and we were making out as I ground slowly against his cock. His fingers dug back and forth mildly pleasant, but focused on the in-out rather than actually doing anything. <br><br> Our tongues intertwined slowly and for people to see as I moved my hips and felt his rigid meat under his pants. Then, as kindly as I could, I pulled his hand from between my thighs and flipped a leg up and over, turning to face him. He grabbed my face and we were making out, my pussy pressed against his cock, his sticky fingers digging into my ass as I tried to give him a lap dance but he wasn't letting me lead. <br><br> I felt his hand moving to his zipper and I intercepted him. Just a show, not a fuck, dude. My hand slid his up to my tits and gave him a few more moments of teasing until the song thankfully transitioned out. <br><br> Lifting up abruptly, I grinned and gave him a kiss on the lips. He tried to pull me down and I gave him a wink. He responded with a smack to my ass. <br><br> Now to collect my winnings. I grabbed my clothes -- trying to ignore the guy grabbing me -- and waved to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where his had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <br> One of the <<link "girls">><<replace "#bell">> I looked over to one of the girls that were up on the stage with me -- there to compare -- a pretty little redhead that, under the light had caked on makeup and was probably in her thirties and not the twenties she was trying to be. I pulled her over to me. The crowd hooted and she looked mildly surprised. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> I could see her considering me as she slowly accepted my pull. We were back mid-stage and I leaned in, hands sliding up to cradle her head. <br><br> And we were making out. Her hands found my hips and pulled me close as my tongue pressed deeper. <br><br> You could hear the expected response of men seeing two women going at it. I wondered how my friends were responding. <br><br> My hand dropped between her thighs and she broke the kiss with a shake of her head. She used the purchase on my hips to flip me around and her hands split: one up, one down. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Breast Size">> I shuddered as she began to move her fingers back and forth across my mound, rippling shocks of pleasure through my clit. The right hand groped <<if $Body.tits == "huge">>the weight of my tits on my chest. I felt like Cassie in Euphoria right now and had the chest to match.<<elseif $Body.tits == ("large","extralarge")>>the size and heft of my tits. He made them bounce and jiggle, they were eye candy and worth emphasizing.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">> the sizeable handfuls on my chest, enjoying their firmness and resistance to our movements.<<elseif $Body.tits == "small">> my small peaks, mostly tweaking and grabbing at the hints of tits that I had. <</if>> <br><br> I was displayed, presented to the audience as she kept me still with the promise of pleasure. My chin lifted as the sensations grew. I felt the way she manipulated my body and there was a fascinating realization that this was how //she// masturbated. This is what worked for her. <br><br> Bodies, especially women's, are all so different. Still, this felt <<shake>>good<</shake>>. I think I was yelping plaintively like a puppy, but not able to be heard over the music. My thighs trembled, my calves strained to stay upright in my heels and then I came. <br><br> Tits bouncing and my hips jerking up and down uncontrollably, My scream of pleasure couldn't be heard over the musical din, but everyone knew what was going on. Blood was pounding in my skull, pleasure rushing through my body and I wondered how much the bell was ringing and how loud the cheer had gotten while all I could hear was my rapid heartbeat. <br><br> I came down, I dropped back, panting and staring up at the lofted ceiling, her hand giving a 'good girl' smack between my legs that nearly made me tumble and shocked me out of my reverie. The cloud of orgasm immediately dissipating into the hooting of the guys and the ringing of the bell. <br><br> Came: a win. Rang the bell: a win. I turned to give her a thank you kiss, but she was gone. Okay...wow. Wham-bam, I guess. <br><br> Now to collect my winnings. I shivered as leaned down, grabbing my clothes and waving in awkward post-coital realization to the crowd while locating where the women's room was. <br><br> There was no realistic way for me to make my way to the bathroom through the throngs of men without being accosted, and given how good I felt at the moment, I just tried to ignore it as I pressed through the goons. <br><br> I gasped out and pressed into the eager hands replacing where hers had been. Fuck that felt good. Gross they would do it, but nghhh. I pushed them away, though my body cried out for more. Most were more respectful and just got a hand on my ass or body. The catcalls were coming, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> I fumed. But now I noticed that my friends weren't really making eye contact with me. Small, polite smiles as I tried to join the crew but they found ways to make exits, either to go dance, or go home. I got the hint and made my own way out. <br><br> They got over it eventually and it certainly became a story, but the rest of Spring Break was awkward and quite [[lonely|UN009 - Summers]]. <<else>> <<speech "Secret">>"What are you doing?"<</speech>> She yelled in my ear. <<speechPC>>"Giving them a show!"<</speechPC>> I yelled back. This felt ''weird''. Here I was, looking this way and just standing alit on the stage and having some conversation with this chick like we were just hanging out. I could feel the moment deflating. <<speech "Secret">>"Yeah. //You// give them a show."<</speech>> She gave a catty 'fuck off' look and walked away, smiling proud and superior to the audience, a solid <<shake>>crack<</shake>> of her hand across her bare ass. <br><br> The catcalling began. I felt like such an idiot. I quickly grabbed my clothes and hurried off the stage. I felt the hands grabbing at me and I tried to ignore them. There was no realistic way for me to make it unmolested. Hoots and catcalls came a plenty, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> I fumed. But it didn't matter. You couldn't tell in the hazy [[darkness|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <</if>> <<else>> And...I don't think I was willing to actually go full-on stripper. Dirty Little Secrets was getting a free show out of me and that turned my stomach. <br><br> I smiled, waved and grabbed my clothes, dropping off the stage and heading to the bathroom. I felt the hands grabbing at me and I tried to ignore them. There was no realistic way for me to make it unmolested. Hoots and catcalls came a plenty, all 'compliments' until I made it to the sanctuary of the women's bathroom and got dressed. <br><br> A deep sigh, collecting myself and I exited looking for the girl with the bell sign. <<speechPC>>"Kay. I came to collect."<</speechPC>> She smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek, <<speech "Bargirl">>"Didn't meet the quota, but nice try."<</speech>> <br><br> I fumed. But it didn't matter. You couldn't tell in the hazy [[darkness|UN009 - Summers]]. <</if>> </div>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> Summers. It was like leaving one world where you knew everything to go to one where you //thought// you knew everything. It had been everything I knew once, but now it felt weird. Hollow in ways. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Long Distance Relationship">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<if $Body.currentRelationship.name == $CC.FName>> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheated">> <</if>> I had so been hoping to come back and reconnect with <<print $CC.FName>>. We had such history. I was //yearning// for it. <br><br> But it was not to be. I was crushed to meet up with her and some...//guy//...she hadn't warned me. Jus tlet me fill in the gaps. <br><br> That meeting was short-lived. I needed to go home and cry. <br><br> Needless to say, I didn't see much of her. <br><br> <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> was gallivanting around with her boyfriend. She found him at college and was smitten by him. It was cute. But I missed her. <br><br> I had mine too. So //there//. <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> and I came back together in awkward fits and starts. There was the residue of our distance that we had to overcome. There were the questions of what we'd been up to while we were apart...despite having talked all the time...there was still that seed of questioning doubt. Of jealousy. <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">>And there was good reason to doubt me.<<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">>And there was good reason to doubt <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>.<</if>> <br><br> But that friction was overcome and soon we were just like <<print $CC.FName>> and...whatever his name was. People had a hard time nailing me down as my time was mostly taken up by that same sense of impending ends. A crushing //need// to be together, to maximize all we could. Because we both knew, it would be coming to a close sooner rather than later. <</if>> <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> was gallivanting around with her boyfriend. She found him at college and was smitten by him. It was cute. But I missed her. <br><br> I wished I had someone on my arm when I saw how happy she was. But that wasn't in the cards right now. <br><br> So I had a lot of free time to reconnect with people from high school, make new friends, laze around the house...it was relaxing. But it would be over before I knew it. <</if>> <br><br> As far as <<linkexpand "the rest of my summer...">> the rest of my summer: <<skillChecked "Rush Results">> <<if $UN.greek == "GDI">> A couple times, I made plans with <<print $People['UN'].SoroSister.name>> and we'd take a trip to each other's towns and get a little slice of life of our big or little. <<else>> Sometimes I stuck around the area a bit longer than the others until I got kicked out for the summer. There wasn't much to do, but it was interesting to see the ghost town that the city became when all the college students left. It made me feel like an undercover agent on assignment and scouting intel. <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Prvious History">> <<if $PG.boysSex == true>> <<face hurt1 runny>> With what happened when we said our goodbyes, my summers had a lot less Boys in them. I felt the tension, and I'm sure they did too, but we didn't talk about it. <br><br> Maybe they thought if they didn't say anything there was a chance it could happen again. It was so spontaneous, saying it out loud would kill my spontaneity. <br><br> I didn't bring it up because I was still wrestling -- still am! -- with how I felt about it. Why it had happened, why I had let it change things between us. <br><br> All I could remember is how easy and fun things were before. Sure there was the usual guy-girl sexual tension of adolescence, but we didn't let it go past 'show me yours.' And then we did. <br><br> When I did opt for uncomfortable encounters with the Boys as we tried to fall into the old habits of yesteryear -- games, shootin' the shit, eating pizza, smoking out -- but it didn't feel the same. <<print $CC.friend1>> was on his phone with some girl from college. Ethan pretended to be on his phone with his own crush. Andrew was just pissed and overzealous in trying to recreate the before times. It was sad. It was painful. I wondered if any of them -- if I -- would end up being a Townie. If I had to put money on it, it would be Drew. <br><br> And the rest of the time? I was alone. Well. With <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. As far as that went. <br><br> The house was cold and sad. I could feel the disrepair in the air even though he maintained the house well enough. <<speechPC>>"Hey, uh."<</speechPC>> He looked up from his iPad, <<speechPC>>"Sorry. You...got a sec?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He smiled, dropping it into his lap. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Of course! Was just giving you your space."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"Of course! Was just giving you your space."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"You don't always have to do that, you know."<</speechPC>> <br><br> A chuckle, caught in his throat, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"All things considered..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"All things considered..."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"It's been //years//."<</speechPC>> He nodded, eyes downcast, <<speechPC>>"And, like...speaking of that..."<</speechPC>> his gaze returned to me, a bit watery. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, I don't--"<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"No, no. What's on your mind."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"No, no. What's on your mind."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Just, I...dunno. I'm away all the time and I mean, I figured that nothing happened or changed or...whatever. But. Any news? Like...anything?"<</speechPC>> He smiled and shifted the iPad off his lap, gesturing towards me. <<speechPC>>"Ha. Don't you think I'm a little big for that?"<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"I doubt you'll break my legs."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"I doubt you'll break my legs."<</speech>><</if>> And I curled up in his lap. It'd been a decade? since we'd been like this. Immediately, I started crying. So did he. He clutched me close and I rocked slightly back and forth as we comforted each other with closeness. <<speechPC>>"Heh. Sorry about that."<</speechPC>> I sniffled, wiping my nose. It had been at least a few minutes of that. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"No, thank you. We both needed it."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "$CC.DName">>"No, thank you. We both needed it."<</speech>><</if>> He squeezed me. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Not a word. And Nate can't exactly tell me anything. So, it's either the deepest cover on the most important mission...or..."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Not a word. And Nate can't exactly tell me anything. So, it's either the deepest cover on the most important mission...or..."<</speech>> <</if>> And then he started weeping again. <br><br> It was my turn to squeeze him. <<speechPC>>"Did you know? At the beginning? About all of this?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shook his head, <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<speech "Uncle Tom">>"Most of the time, I just thought she was cheating."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $CC.DName>>"Most of the time, I just thought she was cheating."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <<else>> And the rest of the time? I was alone. Well. With <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>. As far as that went. <br><br> The house was cold and sad. I could feel the disrepair in the air even though he maintained the house well enough. <br><br> I had enough of sad-sack and that meant trying to find a new cadence with the Boys. We tried to fall into the old habits of yesteryear -- games, shootin the shit, eating pizza, smoking out -- but it didn't feel the same. <<print $CC.friend1>> was on his phone with some girl from college. Ethan pretended to be on his phone with his own crush. Andrew was just pissed and overzealous in trying to recreate the before times. It was sad. It was painful. I wondered if any of them -- if I -- would end up being a Townie. If I had to put money on it, it would be Drew. <br><br><br> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"So, popular at college, aren't ya, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Ethan looked over at me. Was there a little anger in his tone? <<speechPC>>"Uh, what'cha mean?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Just wondering how different your experience has been mine...and Drew's and..."<</speech>> he waved over at <<print $CC.friend1>> dismissively. <<speechPC>>"Uh, it's been fun. Sure. I mean, hasn't yours?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh yeah. But it isn't like the movies at all."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You thought it would be?"<</speechPC>> Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>> were focused on their game, trying to ignore us. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"I dunno, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Look. Something that I've kinda figured out over the years? Girls got it good early, guys got it good way, way longer. It just takes a while."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Yeah. Yeah. I know."<</speech>> I could hear the frustration in his voice. <br><br> I looked at him and wondered what he would be later on. Who he'd be. And Drew and <<print $CC.friend1>>. Would I see them after school was over? At all, ever again? <br><br> There was a plaintiveness in Ethan's voice -- he'd always wanted to fuck me. <br><br> I could make these last moments memorable for them, could completely up-end everything of our past with sex. Cuz it always changed things. And did I feel that way about them? Or was it a pity offering? <div id="boyssex"> <<crossroads #boyssex>> <<path>> A final Summer fling? <<contents>> <<set $PG.boysSex = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face ahego runny>> <br><br> I slid over to Ethan and squeezed him tight. I felt his body tighten, confused. Then he relaxed and leaned into me, enjoying the touch. I felt the desire under it all. <br><br> I dropped my head and I felt him tense again. He froze. I unzipped his shorts and while the other two were pre-occupied with their game, I felt the freeze melt as the squidgy member entered my mouth. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> He got hard real quick. I felt his hand go from planted beside him on the couch in shock to the back of my head in mere moments. I heard his choppy breath as he tried to keep quiet. <br><br> There was an intensity to his rigidness and I could feel his inexperience, throbbing quickly and then he was unloading, pushing my head <<linkexpand "down">> as his thick semen pumped into my mouth. <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <br><br> I held still, swallowing it down before pulling back and up. He fumbled to get himself back into his shorts as I quickly wiped my mouth and moved over to the guys to watch what they were doing. <br><br> I don't think they had an idea. But Ethan looked like he had conquered the world. <br><br> Maybe it lead to a change in his life, I could tell it felt that monumental to him. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> He got hard real quick. I felt his hand go from planted beside him on the couch in shock to the back of my head in mere moments. I heard his choppy breath as he tried to keep quiet. <br><br> There was an intensity to his rigidness and I could feel his inexperience, his hand was pressing down on my head roughly, giving me the rhythm he wanted no matter if it was too deep and the pressure was making me gag. <br><br> Maybe it was the quiet, maybe it was the wet sounds and my throat reacting to uncomfortable invasion, but I heard the guys coughing as they turned and looked back at me finishing their friend off. <br><br> I think it was the surprise and awkwardness of the moment that did it because right as I noticed our discovery, my head was being <<linkexpand "shoved down">> shoved down, his thick semen pumped into my mouth. <<cumSpray facial1 mouth1>> <br><br> I held still, swallowing it down before pulling back and up. He fumbled to get himself back into his shorts as I quickly wiped my mouth and moved over to the guys to watch what they were doing. <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Uh, what the fuck."<</speech>> Drew looked like everything he knew about the world was wrong. I didn't know what to say, so I covered the awkward silence by grabbing the controller to take a turn. <br><br> We had been discovered and my attempt at //not// messing things up with The Boys hadn't gone exactly to plan, But Ethan looked like he had conquered the world. <br><br> Maybe it lead to a change in his life, I could tell it felt that monumental to him. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <<path>> Or keep it simple, clean, the same. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <br><br> I shook off the idea as one of those invasive thoughts and forced down the gag that came after. <br><br> I slid over to Ethan and squeezed him tight. I felt his body tighten, confused. Then he relaxed and leaned into me, enjoying the touch. I felt the desire under it all. I'm sorry, Ethan, just wasn't meant to be. You'll find another <<print $CC.name>>. I promise. <br><br> I didn't say any of those things, but I think he felt them and knew them somehow. <br><br> I hope he did, at least. <br><br><br> Epic summer, right? And then it was back to the college life, finish off that part of my [[journey|UN010 - CollegeSex]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<div id="virgin"> American Pie, Road Trip, Animal House. So many images of 'life at college'. Just sex, sex, sex. Makes sense, right? A ton of hormonal teens and post-teens with little pre-fontal cortex development and no oversight. <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<crossroads #virgin>> <<path>> Everyone //else// was sex-addled. Not me. <<contents>> As Ethan made clear before we left, college is a hedonists dream. Every night, probably every minute of every hour on campus, people were hooking up. I had made it through the hormones of my teenage years and to college without having broken that sexual seal. Now that it was all around me, everyone was doing it, a lot of girls that had been virgins weren't any longer. <br><br> Not me. While everyone else was relaxing their standards, spreading their legs simply ''because''...I wasn't. And I'm proud of the fact that I've gotten to this place, 'intact' and safe. I would graduate [[unblemished|UN011 - SeniorYear]] as the day I showed up. <<path>> It's not like I'd had //no// sexual contact... <<contents>> <<run $num += 2>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Good Handjobs")>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Good Head")>> As Ethan made clear before we left, college is a hedonists dream. Every night, probably every minute of every hour on campus, people were hooking up. I had made it through the hormones of my teenage years and to college without having broken that sexual seal. Now that it was all around me, everyone was doing it, a lot of girls that had been virgins weren't any longer. <br><br> Still, I wasn't entirely some prude. I just recognized that you didn't have to have //sex// to enjoy sex. <br><br> Yeah. While everyone else was relaxing their standards, spreading their legs simply ''because''...I wasn't. And I'm proud of the fact that I've gotten to this place, 'intact' and safe. I would graduate [[unblemished|UN011 - SeniorYear]] as the day I showed up. <</crossroads>> <<else>> So, yeah. College is all about hooking up, having fun, fucking around. So many young, hot, hormonal, and drunk kids together is a recipe for lots of sex. And I've mentioned some hotter moments, but I figure we should fill in the gaps about when I got my gap filled. <br><br> <<include "UN010 - CollegeSex_Story">> <</if>> </div>
<<run $UN.sexCat = $UN.sexCat || []>> <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name !== $HS.firstRelationship.name>> <<set $UN.maxBodies = 2*($CC.HSBC)>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = 1>> <<set $UN.CBC ++>> <<else>> <<set $UN.maxBodies = 0>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum = 0>> <<set $UN.CBC = 0>> <</if>> /* (Fict): I feel like this whole if block can be deleted. Once you choose your boyfriend, they are added to your body lol. But too lazy to triple check purpose / how everything is working here. */ <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.name && body.name == $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name)>> <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "LeDew">><<addBody "Sensei LeDew" M "Sensei LeDew, college boyfriend" "age: 24" "ethnicity: white">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Troy">><<addBody Troy M "Troy, boyfriend from the apps" "age: 21" "ethnicity: black">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Harper">><<addBody Harper M "Harper, Lab partner turned boyfriend" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Mohammed">><<addBody Mohammed M "Mohammed, college boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: latin">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Roger">><<addBody "Roger McDillan" M "Roger McDillan, III, boyfriend and maybe future husband" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Alder">><<addBody Alder M "Alder, instructor and boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: white">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Jamal">><<addBody Jamal M "Jamal, footballer and boyfriend" "age: 20" "ethnicity: black">> <<elseif $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Charley">><<addBody Charley M "Charley, boyfriend from Sigma" "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <<else>> <<set _bodyTitle = $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", roommate and girlfriend">> <<addBody $People['UN'].Roommate.name F _bodyTitle "age: 19" "ethnicity: white">> <</if>> <</if>> <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> was my most substantial partner. <div id="boyfriend"> <<crossroads #boyfriend>> <<path !["online", "apps", "party"].includes($UN.sex)>> And my only partner. <<contents>> <<goto [[UN011 - SeniorYear]]>> <<path>> But we didn't date the //whole// time. <<contents>> I tended to bring home and get brought home when I was out... <br><br> <<quiz>> <<quizChoice "With people who I didn't go to school with,'' On the Town''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value; $UN.sexCat.push('local')">> <<quizChoice "And ''Drugs and Alcohol'' were involved." change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value; $UN.sexCat.push('drunk')">> <<quizChoice "Along ''Frat Row''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value; $UN.sexCat.push('frat')">> <</quiz>> <br><br><br> And, best as I can remember, [[they were|UN010 - ColBodies]]... <<path>> You better believe just because I had a 'commitment' that meant I wasn't getting more on the side. <<contents>> <br><br> I tended to bring home and get brought home when I was out... <br><br> <<quiz>> <<quizChoice "With people who I didn't go to school with,'' On the Town''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value; $UN.sexCat.push('local')">> <<quizChoice "And ''Drugs and Alcohol'' were involved." change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value; $UN.sexCat.push('drunk')">> <<quizChoice "Along ''Frat Row''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value; $UN.sexCat.push('frat')">> <<quizChoice "And pretty ''Sober''" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value; $UN.sexCat.push('easy')">> <<quizChoice "''Alone'' without a safety net" change="$UN.bodiesNum += $CC.maleAttention + $CC.maleReaction; $UN.sexCat.push('pushy')">> <</quiz>> <br><br><br> And, best as I can remember, [[they were|UN010 - ColBodies]]... <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>><<set $UN.bodiesNum += ($CC.maleReaction * $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value)>><</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>><<set $UN.bodiesNum += ($CC.maleAttention * ($Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value))>><</if>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $UN.bodiesNum += ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value)>><</if>> <<if $UN.sex == "party">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += ($CC.maleReaction + $CC.maleAttention)>> <</if>> <<if $CC.sextivity == "pioneer">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += (2*$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value)>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "slut">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<elseif $CC.sextivity == "normal">> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value)>> <<else>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum -= ($Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value)>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Constantly Horny")>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += 12>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("High Libido")>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += 8>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += 4>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value)>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sorSlut == true>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum += 4>> <</if>> <<if $UN.bodiesNum lt 1>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum to 1>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum gt $UN.maxBodies>> <<set $UN.bodiesNum to $UN.maxBodies>> <</if>> <<set $People['UNBodies'] = { generic1: { name: "Anand", title: "Anand was on the guys floor above us Freshman Year." , gender: "M", caption: "Anand, from my Freshman Dorm", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }, generic2: { name: "Ollie", title: "Ollie was on the guys floor above us Freshman Year." , gender: "M", caption: "Ollie, from my Freshman Dorm", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }, generic3: { name: "Mikey", title: "Menthol Mikey from Kap Sigma." , gender: "M", caption: "Menthol Mikey from Kappa Sigma", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }, generic4: { name: "Tony", title: "Tony, from my Sociology Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Tony, from college Sociology", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }, generic5: { name: "Ronald", title: "Ronald, from my Philosophy Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Ronald, from college Philosophy", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }, generic6: { name: "Gary", title: "Gary, from my History Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Gary, from college History", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, generic7: { name: "Samuel", title: "Samuel, from my Biology Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Samuel, from college Biology", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }, generic8: { name: "Bernie", title: "Bernie, from my PoliSci Class." , gender: "M", caption: "Bernie, from college PoliSci", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }, generic9: { name: "Vance", title: "Vance, a graduate and Teacher's Assistant." , gender: "M", caption: "Vance, a TA at college", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }, generic10: { name: "Darnell", title: "Darnell, one of the groundskeepers." , gender: "M", caption: "Darnell, college campus groundskeeper", olderMan: true, age: 51, ethnicity: "black" }, generic11: { name: "Dillon", title: "Dillon, campus security guard." , gender: "M", caption: "Dillon, from campus security", olderMan: true, age: 24, ethnicity: "black" }, generic12: { name: "Allan", title: "Allan, who graduated last year." , gender: "M", caption: "Allan, partied where he graduated", olderMan: true, age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }, generic13: { name: "Tyler", title: "Tyler fucked the friend group." , gender: "M", caption: "Tyler, college fuckboi", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }, generic14: { name: "Dennis", title: "Dennis was the Freshman dorm's RA." , gender: "M", caption: "Dennis, Freshman Dorm RA", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }, generic15: { name: "Endicott", title: "Endicott was on sabbatical from Oxford." , gender: "M", caption: "Endicott, Oxford professor on sabbatical", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }, }>> <<if $UN.sex == 'party'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party1 = { name: "Brad", title: "Brad and I hooked up on the lawn of a fraternity.", gender: "M", caption: "Brad, frat night hookup", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party2 = { name: "Brock", title: "Brock had one of the hottest off-campus houses.", gender: "M", caption: "Brock ran a party house", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party3 = { name: "Bryce", title: "Bryce and I found a couch in a backroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryce, couch hookup", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party4 = { name: "Chet", title: "Chet and I made use of a bathroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Chet, bathroom hookup", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party5 = { name: "Tanner", title: "Tanner and I fucked on a beer pong table.", gender: "M", caption: "Tanner on a beer pong table", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party6 = { name: "Winnie", title: "Winnie was wasted and so was I.", gender: "F", caption: "Winnie, drunk at a party", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].party7 = { name: "Phillipa", title: "Phillipa convinced me to hook up so her boyfriend could watch.", gender: "F", caption: "Phillipa, to please her boyfriend", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'apps'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps1 = { name: "Chaz", title: "Chaz was a local business owner.", gender: "M", caption: "Chaz, business owner near college", olderMan: true, age: 46, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps2 = { name: "Trent", title: "Trent definitely was a catfish.", gender: "M", caption: "Trent, catfish that caught", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps3 = { name: "Brayden", title: "Brayden balled me out on our first date.", gender: "M", caption: "Brayden, app hookup", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps4 = { name: "Thad", title: "Thad treated me to great dinners.", gender: "M", caption: "Thad, restaurant connoisseur", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps5 = { name: "Brent", title: "Brent was married, but still used the apps", gender: "M", caption: "Brent, married and cheating", olderMan: true, age: 44, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps6 = { name: "Della", title: "Della went to a nearby college.", gender: "F", caption: "Della from a nearby college", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].apps7 = { name: "Auri", title: "Auri was from a high school in town.", gender: "F", caption: "Auri, HS senior", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'online'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online1 = { name: "Lothario86", title: "Lothario86, lived in his mom's basement.", gender: "M", caption: "Lothario86, from a chat room", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online2 = { name: "Newton", title: "Newton pursued me for months online.", gender: "M", caption: "Newton, thirsty guy from online", age: 26, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online3 = { name: "Alucard", title: "Alucard believed he was a vampire.", gender: "M", caption: "Alucard, with a vampire fantasy", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online4 = { name: "Reginald", title: "Reginald was very eloquent, less so in person.", gender: "M", caption: "Reginald, chat charmer", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online5 = { name: "Chester", title: "Chester loved to chase in the chatrooms.", gender: "M", caption: "Chester, chatroom slut", age: 29, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online6 = { name: "Flora", title: "Flora was in the process of transitioning.", gender: "F", caption: "Flora, formerly male", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].online7 = { name: "Nicola", title: "Nicola was agoraphobic, so we always met at her place.", gender: "F", caption: "Nicola, agoraphobe", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'dating'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating1 = { name: "Thomas", title: "Thomas was sweet, but didn't have money.", gender: "M", caption: "Thomas, not wealthy enough", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating2 = { name: "Oscar", title: "Oscar didn't seem like he'd graduate.", gender: "M", caption: "Oscar, college flunk-out", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating3 = { name: "Burton", title: "Burton was rich but a whiney douche.", gender: "M", caption: "Burton, whiney, rich douche", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating4 = { name: "Leroy", title: "Leroy was going to be a pro player until he tore his ACL.", gender: "M", caption: "Leroy, injured star player", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating5 = { name: "Humbolt", title: "Humbolt was a dream, but dropped me.", gender: "M", caption: "Humbolt, the one that got away", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating6 = { name: "Holly", title: "Holly was a sweetheart but wrestled with her sexuality.", gender: "F", caption: "Holly, undecidedly into girls", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].dating7 = { name: "Petra", title: "Petra wanted to wear the pants in the relationship.", gender: "F", caption: "Petra, super-butch", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'study'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study1 = { name: "Sheldon", title: "Sheldon picked me up outside of office hours.", gender: "M", caption: "Sheldon, fellow student", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study2 = { name: "Winston", title: "Winston and I traded notes when we couldn't attend class.", gender: "M", caption: "Winston kept great notes", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study3 = { name: "Dexter", title: "Dexter was my lab partner in Chem.", gender: "M", caption: "Dexter, Chem Lab partner", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study4 = { name: "Norman", title: "Norman worked in the library.", gender: "M", caption: "Norman, library assistant", age: 22, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study5 = { name: "Clark", title: "Clark helped me study for exams.", gender: "M", caption: "Clark, study buddy", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study6 = { name: "Gina", title: "Gina was hot and wanted my notes.", gender: "F", caption: "Gina, reluctant but needed my notes", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].study7 = { name: "Becks", title: "Becks and I met in a study group.", gender: "F", caption: "Becks, college study group", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.sex == 'friend'>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend1 = { name: "Cole", title: "Cole loved to play frisbee golf on the Quad.", gender: "M", caption: "Cole, frisbee golf lover", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend2 = { name: "Terry", title: "Terry showed me the stars on the rooftop of the Science Building.", gender: "M", caption: "Terry, college campus cartographer", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend3 = { name: "Rex", title: "Rex had a cute dog.", gender: "M", caption: "Rex, dog owner", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend4 = { name: "Frank", title: "Frank, Big Man on Campus.", gender: "M", caption: "Frank, Big Man on Campus", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend5 = { name: "Greg", title: "Greg lived across the hall.", gender: "M", caption: "Greg, college hallmate", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend6 = { name: "Aline", title: "Aline and I crossed the line of friendship and we never talked again.", gender: "F", caption: "Aline, former college friend", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].friend7 = { name: "Tori", title: "Tori was a member of every club, including the Alphabet Mafia", gender: "F", caption: "Tori, club joiner", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.rush == true>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush1 = { name: "Dirk", title: "Dirk, a dork from Lambda.", gender: "M", caption: "Dirk from Lambda Chi", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush2 = { name: "Hunter", title: "Hunter, a BYX boy.", gender: "M", caption: "Hunter, a christian frat boy", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush3 = { name: "Tripp", title: "Tripp, from AEPi.", gender: "M", caption: "Tripp from AEPi", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush4 = { name: "Blake", title: "Blake, from Beta Phi.", gender: "M", caption: "Blake from Beta", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush5 = { name: "Logan", title: "Logan, from Sigma Chi.", gender: "M", caption: "Logan from Sigma Chi", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush6 = { name: "Tucker", title: "Tucker, from Phi Delta.", gender: "M", caption: "Tucker from Phi Delta", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush7 = { name: "Biff", title: "Biff, from Phi Psi.", gender: "M", caption: "Biff, from Phi Psi", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush8 = { name: "Cayden", title: "Cayden, from Sigma Nu.", gender: "M", caption: "Cayden from Sigma Nu", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush9 = { name: "Chip", title: "Chip from ZBT.", gender: "M", caption: "Chip from Zeta Beta Theta", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush10 = { name: "Maude", title: "Maude, our House mother, let me get away with more than the others.", gender: "F", caption: "Maude, " + $UN.greek + " house mother", age: 41, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush11 = { name: "Arya", title: "Arya fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Arya from" + $UN.greek, age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush12 = { name: "Sofia", title: "Sofia fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Sofia from" + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush13 = { name: "Sophie", title: "Sophie fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Sophie from" + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush14 = { name: "Sophia", title: "Sophia fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Sophia from" + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush15 = { name: "Liv", title: "Liv fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Liv from" + $UN.greek, age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush16 = { name: "Livvy", title: "Livvy fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Livvy from" + $UN.greek, age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush17 = { name: "Olivia", title: "Olivia fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Olivia from" + $UN.greek, age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rush18 = { name: "Livia", title: "Livia fellow sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Livia from" + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "act">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act1 = { name: "Quist", title: "Quist, the head theatre Professor.", gender: "M", caption: "Quist, Head of the College Theatre Department", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act2 = { name: "Sean", title: "Sean, coulda-been professional actor.", gender: "M", caption: "Sean, great college actor", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act3 = { name: "Joey", title: "Joey was a showmance.", gender: "M", caption: "Joey, college theatre showmance", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act4 = { name: "Eliot", title: "Eliot ran the theatre shop.", gender: "M", caption: "Eliot from college theatre shop", olderMan: true, age: 41, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act5 = { name: "Olivier", title: "Olivier, visiting directing artist.", gender: "M", caption: "Olivier, visiting director", olderMan: true, age: 52, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act10 = { name: "Vincent", title: "Vincent, on our tech crew had keys for after-hours.", gender: "M", caption: "Vincent, college theatre techie", age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act11 = { name: "Alan", title: "Alan thought he was the shit on stage, he was shit in bed", gender: "M", caption: "Alan, 'elite' college actor", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act12 = { name: "Nnamdi", title: "Nnamdi did a piece on our college production, and got a piece of me in the process", gender: "M", caption: "Nnamdi, from the college paper", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act13 = { name: "Seth", title: "Seth was a legend in our theatre history, and a townie joining all our parties.", gender: "M", caption: "Seth, post-grad and came to all the theatre parties", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.name == "Matt")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act14 = { name: "Matt", title: "Matt, our Killer Joe", gender: "M", caption: "Matt, Killer Joe", age: 19, ethnicity: "white"}>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act6 = { name: "Lisa", title: "Lisa, our stage manager knew all the nooks and crannies.", gender: "F", caption: "Lisa, College Stage Manager", age: 19, ethnicity: "blak" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act7 = { name: "Lori", title: "Lori, best actor in our class loved getting attention from anyone.", gender: "F", caption: "Lori, best college actor", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act8 = { name: "Sara Lee", title: "Sara Lee, our intimacy director -- who did it just for the extra action, I think.", gender: "F", caption: "Sara Lee, collegiate intimacy director", age: 25, ethnicity: "white"}>> <<if $Memories.includes("Naked on Stage")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act9 = { name: "Kelsey", title: "Kelsey, wanted to be Dottie. Got to be //with// Dottie.", gender: "F", caption: "Kelsey, I beat out for a role", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<else>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].act9 = { name: "Kelsey", title: "Kelsey, beat me out for Dottie.", gender: "F", caption: "Kelsey, beat me out for a role", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited("UN006 - NakedRun2")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun1 = { name: "Lance", title: "Lance, who ran the Naked Run with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Lance from the Naked Run", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun2 = { name: "Topher", title: "Topher, who hit on me after seeing me at the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Topher picked me up from the Naked Run", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun3 = { name: "Zayne", title: "Zayne was an amateur photographer and sourced 'models' from the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Zayne, amateur photographer", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun4 = { name: "Cody", title: "Cody was a spectator of the Naked Run.", gender: "M", caption: "Cody, Naked Run spectator", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun5 = { name: "Derringer", title: "Derringer remembered me from the Naked Run when we ran into each other.", gender: "M", caption: "Derringer, Naked Run fanatic", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun6 = { name: "Ricardo", title: "Ricardo and I ran together and sweat the excitement out afterward.", gender: "M", caption: "Ricardo, fellow Naked Runner", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun7 = { name: "Rando spectator", title: "Some spectator that pulled me off the Naked Run for a quickie -- was already sweaty, why not.", gender: "M", caption: "Rando spectator from the Naked Run", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun8 = { name: "Run watcher", title: "Some guy that pulled me off the Naked Run route -- grass stains, yay.", gender: "M", caption: "Handsy Naked Run watcher", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun9 = { name: "Naked Run Watcher", title: "A guy from the Naked Run sidelines. Too horny at that point to say no.", gender: "M", caption: "Relief during the Naked Run: an available male viewer", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun10 = { name: "Sharon", title: "Sharon remembered me from the Naked Run when we ran into each other.", gender: "F", caption: "Sharon, Naked Run fanatic", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun11 = { name: "Melissa", title: "Melissa and I ran together and sweat the excitement out afterward.", gender: "F", caption: "Melissa, fellow Naked Runner", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun12 = { name: "Suri", title: "Suri interviewed me for an article on the Naked Run.", gender: "F", caption: "Suri, from my college newspaper", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nakedRun13 = { name: "Jylle", title: "Jylle and I would do the Naked Run together and then hookup afterwards.", gender: "F", caption: "Jylle, co-runner of the Naked Run", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work1 = { name: "Marnie", title: "Marnie and I were in the sauna together alone.", gender: "F", caption: "Marnie, in the sauna", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work2 = { name: "Patrick", title: "Patrick chatted me up during my workout.", gender: "M", caption: "Patrick, from my college gym", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work3 = { name: "Rose", title: "Rose looked great chilling in the locker room, so we had a shower.", gender: "F", caption: "Rose, in the gym shower", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work4 = { name: "Ving", title: "Ving wanted to spot me on bench press. I let him.", gender: "M", caption: "Ving, bench press spotter", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work5 = { name: "Simon", title: "Simon's glutes were incredible. So was his stamina.", gender: "M", caption: "Simon, from my college gym", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].work6 = { name: "Henry", title: "Henry was my introduction that golfers went to the gym. He got a hole in one.", gender: "M", caption: "Henry, college golfer", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "yoga">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga1 = { name: "Wren", title: "Wren joined yoga to hook up with fit women. I learned that first hand.", gender: "M", caption: "Wren, yoga pick-up artist", age: 27, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga2 = { name: "Marley", title: "Marley always hung out to sell doses after class. I loved his stuff in my mouth.", gender: "M", caption: "Marley dealt to the yogis", age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga3 = { name: "Rain", title: "Rain came for the socializing and name, but she was hot enough I didn't care. She still looked great naked.", gender: "F", caption: "Rain, yoga poser", age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga4 = { name: "Moss", title: "Moss was getting her certification and I was more than happy to let her train on me.", gender: "F", caption: "Moss, yogi in training", age: 25, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga5 = { name: "Jupiter", title: "Jupiter was self-confident in his flow and incredibly tantric in bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Jupiter, yoga and tantra practitioner", age: 34, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].yoga6 = { name: "Kirstin", title: "Kirstin was the most limber in my yoga classes. And I tested her.", gender: "F", caption: "Kirstin, from yoga", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "model">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model1 = { name: "Huxton", title: "Huxton found self-worth in who he got into the bed. He loved models.", gender: "M", caption: "Huxton, model hunter", age: 35, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model2 = { name: "Titian", title: "Titian had a pretentious name but a incredible way with paints.", gender: "M", caption: "Titian, nude painter", age: 37, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model3 = { name: "Brooks", title: "Brooks was a model manager that liked to taste the goods.", gender: "F", caption: "Brooks, female model manager", age: 29, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model4 = { name: "Armando", title: "Armando and I were skin-to-skin on camera and off.", gender: "M", caption: "Armando, male model", age: 25, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model5 = { name: "Alton", title: "Alton had a perfect physique, I just had to get him into bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Alton, male model", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model6 = { name: "Livvy", title: "Livvy was a fellow model I met on a beautiful beach.", gender: "F", caption: "Livvy, fellow model", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if visited("UN004 - Extra2")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model7 = { name: "Jeremy", title: "Jeremy and I hooked up when he was showing me my pictures from his thesis.", gender: "M", caption: "Jeremy, for his Women of Campus series", age: 19, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model8 = { name: "Boscoe", title: "Boscoe simped on me after seeing my pictures up in Rand.", gender: "M", caption: "Boscoe, simp for a Woman of Campus", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model9 = { name: "Delilah", title: "Delilah was infatuated with me after seeing my Women of Campus pictures.", gender: "F", caption: "Delilah, thanks to my Women of Campus series", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Did Porn")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model10 = { name: "Wolfe", title: "Wolfe was my 'model' on my second adult video.", gender: "M", caption: "Wolfe, my second porn partner", age: 39, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model11 = { name: "Pratt", title: "Pratt insisted on a turn with me off-camera.", gender: "M", caption: "Pratt, owner of the fake modeling company", age: 37, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model12 = { name: "Andre", title: "Andre shared my hotel room after my video.", gender: "M", caption: "Andre, assistant at the fake modeling company", age: 36, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model13 = { name: "Eban", title: "Eban said he'd not share my video if I hooked up with him. It still spread around campus.", gender: "M", caption: "Eban, blackmailed me over my video", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Model")>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model14 = { name: "Amonymous", title: "Amonymous was a photographer that focused on the nude form. And evoked emotion.", gender: "M", caption: "Amonymous, nude photographer", age: 33, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model15 = { name: "Walton", title: "Walton had a thing for getting with models, no matter the cost.", gender: "M", caption: "Walton, model aficionado", age: 38, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model16 = { name: "Willem", title: "Willem was a model handler that had different ways of handling me.", gender: "M", caption: "Willem, model handler", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model17 = { name: "Cara", title: "Cara was a beautiful model who also liked women.", gender: "F", caption: "Cara, supermodel", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].model18 = { name: "Mari", title: "Mari shot me in the boudoir. What we did before and after was off camera.", gender: "F", caption: "Mari, female photographer", age: 31, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].job1 = { name: "Dennis", title: "Dennis worked in the office for Student Affairs. An affair meant I wasn't delinquent.", gender: "M", caption: "Dennis, in the Office of Student Affairs", olderMan: true, age: 45, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].job2 = { name: "Kristi", title: "Kristi and I bonded over working our way through college. Our schedules synched, and so did we.", gender: "F", caption: "Kristi, worked her way through college", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $UN.job == "waiter">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter1 = { name: "Leon", title: "Leon was a bartender and went through me like everyone else we worked with.", gender: "M", caption: "Leon, bartender at that chain restaurant", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter2 = { name: "Samar", title: "Samar and I got dirty one night. I was closing, he was our porter.", gender: "M", caption: "Samar, porter at Two Bridges", age: 38, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter3 = { name: "Katsurō", title: "Katsurō was a VIP guest and asked me to sit with him. And more.", gender: "M", caption: "Katsurō, VIP at Two Bridges", age: 27, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter4 = { name: "Hakan", title: "Hakan backwaited for me, but the roles reversed in the bedroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Hakan, backwaiter at Two Bridges", age: 24, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter5 = { name: "Sofia", title: "Sofia was a super cute and young hostess I couldn't stop myself from hitting on.", gender: "F", caption: "Sofia, hostess at Two Bridges", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].waiter6 = { name: "Marilou", title: "Marilou was rough around the edges and had a lifetime in restaurants. And a lifetime of skills in the bedroom.", gender: "F", caption: "Marilou, restaurant vet at that chain restaurant", age: 34, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "admin">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin1 = { name: "Asher", title: "Asher was one of the partners I worked for. He only spoke to me when he wanted something besides work.", gender: "M", caption: "Asher, partner at my office", olderMan: true, age: 47, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin2 = { name: "Ashwin", title: "Ashwin was one of the partners I worked for. He hit on me indiscriminately from day one.", gender: "M", caption: "Ashwin, partner at my office", olderMan: true, age: 59, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin3 = { name: "Albin", title: "Albin was one of the partners I worked for. He was aloof and it felt like a huge win to bed him.", gender: "M", caption: "Albin, partner at my office", olderMan: true, age: 68, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin4 = { name: "Thad", title: "Thad was one of the sales guys at the office. And he sold me on his dick.", gender: "M", caption: "Thad, sales guy at my office", age: 22, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin5 = { name: "Bianka", title: "Bianka was a fellow admin. First generation and hard-edged.", gender: "F", caption: "Bianka, admin at my office", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].admin6 = { name: "Antonia", title: "Antonia worked in HR. And we violated many rules and regulations together.", gender: "F", caption: "Antonia, HR at my office", age: 34, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "OF">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF1 = { name: "Petrus", title: "Petrus was an aggressive fan of my OnlyFans. He found every way to reach out to me and try and get in my pants. Try? He did.", gender: "M", caption: "Petrus, OnlyFans Superfan", age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF2 = { name: "Hamid", title: "Hamid kept top-billing as my biggest patron. And he reaped the rewards for it.", gender: "M", caption: "Hamid, OnlyFans top Patron", age: 39, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF3 = { name: "Jayesh", title: "Jayesh won a contest I held to hook up with me on camera.", gender: "M", caption: "Jayesh, OnlyFans contest winner", age: 34, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF4 = { name: "Lenny", title: "Lenny was on OnlyFans as a rare male talent. We combined forces on a video to help each other out.", gender: "M", caption: "Lenny, OnlyFans male talent", age: 27, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF5 = { name: "Malina", title: "Malina was a fellow creator on OnlyFans. We streamed together because four boobs are better than two.", gender: "F", caption: "Malina, OnlyFans talent", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].OF6 = { name: "Tove", title: "Tove helped me when logistics got out of hand. She was enamored with me and probably helped just to get with me.", gender: "F", caption: "Tove, my OnlyFans admin", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<elseif $UN.job == "sugar">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar1 = { name: "Walton", title: "Walton was a potential daddy who put that word before the sugar.", gender: "M", caption: "Walton, selfish sugar daddy", olderMan: true, age: 60, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar2 = { name: "Pavel", title: "Pavel was one of my short term sugar daddies. He offered me an international trip too fast and felt too risky.", gender: "M", caption: "Pavel, short-term sugar daddy", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar3 = { name: "Nebuchadnezzar", title: "Nebuchadnezzar had tons of money and no self-worth. It was a challenge for me to give him the sugar and at a certain point, I felt obligated.", gender: "M", caption: "Nebuchadnezzar, sugar daddy sans sugar", olderMan: true, age: 56, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar4 = { name: "Vilhelm", title: "I developed some feeling for Vilhelm, which surprised me. In my mind he was more of a boyfriend than a sugar daddy.", gender: "M", caption: "Vilhelm, sugar daddy I sweetened on", olderMan: true, age: 41, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar5 = { name: "Dagmar", title: "Dagmar was an escort working one of the hotels I was in. I took her up on those services.", gender: "F", caption: "Dagmar, paid escort", age: 30, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sugar6 = { name: "Emma", title: "Emma was a reserved wallflower that kept me grounded after nights out with my sugar daddies. She was simple and made me feel normal.", gender: "F", caption: "Emma, my sanity from sugar daddies", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<else>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny1 = { name: "Gabriel", title: "Gabriel was one of Delvin's friends. There was a bit of jealousy that developed when he found out.", gender: "M", caption: "Gabriel, Delvin's friend", age: 17, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny2 = { name: "Levi", title: "Levi tutored Darcy and I enjoyed when our paths happened to cross when he left and I came. Or vice versa.", gender: "M", caption: "Levi, Darcy's tutor", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny3 = { name: "Uberto", title: "Uberto was Debbie's tennis instructor. And she certainly wasn't hiring her for what she learned.", gender: "M", caption: "Uberto, Debbie's tennis instructor", age: 30, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny4 = { name: "Malcolm", title: "Malcolm and Darcy dated, but for a bit there they only hung out so that Malcolm could keep meeting up with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Malcolm, Darcy's ex-boyfriend", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny5 = { name: "Liesje", title: "Liesje was the Redding's live-in cook. Her cooking wasn't that great, but I don't think that's why she was hired.", gender: "F", caption: "Liesje, the Redding's in-house cook", age: 24, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nanny6 = { name: "Brianna", title: "Brianna was Darcy's best friend and I may have gotten between them.", gender: "F", caption: "Brianna, Darcy's best friend", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "none">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none1 = { name: "Graeme", title: "Graeme wasn't interested in trading information, but he had a lot of intel I wanted. So he got what he wanted.", gender: "M", caption: "Graeme, traded me for intel", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none2 = { name: "Ulises", title: "Ulises was a groundskeeper on campus, but he didn't seem to care about my grass maintenance at all.", gender: "M", caption: "Ulises, campus groundskeeper", olderMan: true, age: 53, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none3 = { name: "Rodrigo", title: "Rodrigo hand delivered drugs on campus, getting in with him meant info as well as some sex.", gender: "M", caption: "Rodgrigo, campus drug dealer", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none4 = { name: "Denzil", title: "Denzil came to me about another girl but ended up 'settling' on me.", gender: "M", caption: "Denzil, converted Cassanova", age: 20, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none5 = { name: "Elif", title: "Elif walked campus barefoot and I found her endearing.", gender: "F", caption: "Barefoot Elif", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].none6 = { name: "Stasya", title: "Stasya was 'in hock' to me and I leveraged that for some loving.", gender: "F", caption: "Stasya owed me for intel", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi1 = { name: "Lilian", title: "Lillian, from my Freshman Dorm.", gender: "F", caption: "Lilian, from my year at college", age: 18, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi2 = { name: "Penny", title: "Penny, a bartender at a college staple.", gender: "F", caption: "Penny tended bar near my college", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi3 = { name: "Luna", title: "Luna was a prospect checking out the college.", gender: "F", caption: "Luna, showing her the campus", age: 16, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<if $UN.rush == true>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi4 = { name: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name, title: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name + "and I got closer in more ways than one.", gender: "F", caption: $People['UN'].SoroSister.name + ", my Big in my sorority", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi5 = { name: "Ciri", title: "Ciri, the quiet sister at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Ciri, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi6 = { name: "Babs", title: "Babs, the hottest sister " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Babs, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 21, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi7 = { name: "Les", title: "Les, my little at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Les, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi8 = { name: "Carey", title: "Carey, dropped out of " + $UN.greek + " after we...connected.", gender: "F", caption: "Carey, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi9 = { name: "Hattie", title: "Hattie hooked up with most of the girls at " + $UN.greek, gender: "F", caption: "Hattie, one of my sisters at " + $UN.greek, age: 18, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $People['UN'].Roommate.name !== $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].bi10 = { name: $People['UN'].Roommate.name, title: $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", being roommates made hooking up easy.", gender: "F", caption: $People['UN'].Roommate.name + ", my roommate", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nerd1 = { name: "Noah", title: "Noah ran LAN parties in my freshman dorm.", gender: "M", caption: "Noah, LAN party coordinator", age: 21, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].nerd2 = { name: "Margot", title: "Margot and I were the only girls in the D&D club.", gender: "F", caption: "Margot, D&D companion", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sport1 = { name: "Ryan", title: "Ryan was President of the intermural volleyball competitions.", gender: "M", caption: "Ryan, intermural volleyball President", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sport2 = { name: "Greta", title: "Greta on the intermural volleyball team had a killer spike as a front-liner.", gender: "F", caption: "Greta, intermural volleyball teammate", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Popular">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].pop1 = { name: "Rami", title: "Rami was BMOC, everyone knew him.", gender: "M", caption: "Rami, BMOC at college", age: 20, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].pop2 = { name: "Florence", title: "Florence was a debutante in my college town. She knew everyone and everything.", gender: "F", caption: "Florence, college town debutante", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rebel1 = { name: "Owen", title: "Owen was a biker who frequented the bar I played at.", gender: "M", caption: "Owen, biker I performed for", age: 31, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].rebel2 = { name: "Tiffany", title: "Tiffany was a songbird that played a set before me.", gender: "F", caption: "Tiffany, fellow singer", age: 19, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].prude1 = { name: "Jason", title: "Jason ironically was chair of the college town Abstinence Awareness.", gender: "M", caption: "Jason told others to not have sex", age: 35, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].prude2 = { name: "Sienna", title: "Sienna was a local preacher with a firey disposition.", gender: "F", caption: "Sienna, college town preacher", age: 36, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].home1 = { name: "Brady", title: "Brady was a townie from back home. Amounted to nothing, except with me.", gender: "M", caption: "Brady, townie", olderMan: true, age: 43, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].home2 = { name: "Gaia", title: "Gaia was a maid for my Dad once my mom was gone. We both needed her.", gender: "F", caption: "Gaia, Dad's maid", age: 23, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "vandal">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vandal1 = { name: "Danny", title: "Danny was a local sheriff. He caught me, but let me go.", gender: "M", caption: "Danny, college town sherriff", olderMan: true, age: 48, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vandal2 = { name: "Sonia", title: "Sonia and I were both trying to steal the same purse. We both got something.", gender: "F", caption: "Sonia, fellow shoplifter", age: 19, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "helper">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].helper1 = { name: "Jay", title: "Jay was an aide at the college hospital.", gender: "M", caption: "Jay, hospital aide", age: 24, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].helper2 = { name: "Emily", title: "Emily ran outreach in a difficult part of town. I gave her a shoulder to cry on when it was toughest.", gender: "F", caption: "Emily, outreach leader", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "church">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].church1 = { name: "Boyd", title: "Boyd was a pillar of the church community. And married. I still got his pillar.", gender: "M", caption: "Boyd, church community pillar.", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].church2 = { name: "Brie", title: "Brie felt that hooking up with girls abided with God's designs to not have sex before marriage.", gender: "F", caption: "Brie, 'virgin'", age: 17, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "partier">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].partier1 = { name: "Clay", title: "Clay was throwing a Rubik's Cube party. It took us extra time to trade colors.", gender: "M", caption: "Clay, at the Rubik's Cube party", age: 18, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].partier2 = { name: "Teyana", title: "Teyana was a hanger-on and wanted to go to all the same parties. My price was agreeable.", gender: "F", caption: "Teyana, party hanger-on", age: 19, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "gang">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].gang1 = { name: "Omer", title: "Omer ran the crew around college. Amari made sure I met him.", gender: "M", caption: "Omer, Amari's local leader", age: 26, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].gang2 = { name: "Kayije", title: "Kayije wanted an in at my school. I was her in and dealt for her.", gender: "F", caption: "Kayije, college dealer", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "volunteer">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vol1 = { name: "Takashi", title: "Takashi was a Japanese exchange student that I helped around campus.", gender: "M", caption: "Takashi, Japanese exchange student", age: 18, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].vol2 = { name: "Minami", title: "Minami worked at a local pound, she was cuter than the dogs.", gender: "F", caption: "Minami, dog shelter volunteer", age: 22, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "sporty">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sporty1 = { name: "Jerrod", title: "Jerrod was a cute guy on my softball team. The games were a joke, but we weren't.", gender: "M", caption: "Jerrod, from my pick-up softball team", age: 21, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].sporty = { name: "Kathryn", title: "Kathryn was always always running laps at the track. We would stretch together.", gender: "F", caption: "Kathryn loved to run on the track", age: 20, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "beach">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].beach1 = { name: "Ethaniel", title: "Ethaniel organized weekend trips to the local beaches. I went on every one.", gender: "M", caption: "Ethaniel led weekend beach trips", age: 25, ethnicity: "white" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].beach2 = { name: "Julia", title: "Julia was a nudist...it was an eye-opening experience.", gender: "F", caption: "Julia, the beach nudist", age: 28, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "club">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].club1 = { name: "Rowan", title: "Rowan was a bouncer at the hottest spot in town. There were only two ways to get in and I didn't meet the other criteria.", gender: "M", caption: "Rowan, hot club bouncer", age: 27, ethnicity: "latin" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].club2 = { name: "Fantasia", title: "Fantasia hit the clubs harder than I did. And the drugs. And when she was loose, she was loose.", gender: "F", caption: "Fantasia, hardcore clubber", age: 22, ethnicity: "black" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "tailgate">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].tailgate1 = { name: "Corie", title: "Sure, Corie was kinda shlubby, but his enthusiasm for our team was infectious.", gender: "M", caption: "Corie, college tailgater", age: 24, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].tailgate2 = { name: "Jena", title: "Jena showed up to our games painted. After seeing her on the Jumbo, I had to try my luck.", gender: "F", caption: "Jena, painted girl from college games.", age: 20, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "outdoors">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].outdoors1 = { name: "Bryan", title: "Bryan and I were white water rafting when we capsized. We survived and the excitemet triggered something between us.", gender: "M", caption: "Bryan, white water rafter", age: 26, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].outdoors2 = { name: "Amber", title: "Amber and I met bouldering, her finger strength was incredible.", gender: "F", caption: "Amber, boulderer", age: 21, ethnicity: "white" }>> <</if>> <<if $CC.freetime == "power">> <<set $People['UNBodies'].power1 = { name: "Jason", title: "Jason had me as his side-piece while he was running for Congress.", gender: "M", caption: "Jason, up-and-coming politician", age: 28, ethnicity: "black" }>> <<set $People['UNBodies'].power2 = { name: "Olivia", title: "Olivia was a graduate student and my TA. And helpful with my grading.", gender: "F", caption: "Olivia, college TA", age: 27, ethnicity: "asian" }>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me worried he infected me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("nearly choked me out.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("tied me up.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("was always forceful when I gave head.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to risk getting caught.")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to fuck my ass to avoid any risk.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("accidentally came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("broke the condom.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("took off the condom without telling me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had Plan B on hand because he preferred cumming in me.")>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("pressured me into anal.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to eat his ass.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to eat her ass.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("loved tossing my salad.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked keeping me from cumming.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("preferred cumming on my face.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("would smack me while he fucked me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("would smack me when she fucked me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted me to talk dirty to her.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("had me peg him.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked to roleplay.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("got off with my feet.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("taped us fucking.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("liked blindfolding me.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("wanted to be blindfolded.")>> <<run setup.LezFlavor.push("had me fuck her with a strap-on.")>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("hated condoms, so came in me anyway.")>> <<run setup.FuckFlavor.push("didn't have protection with him and convinced me once or twice wasn't that risky.")>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _bodyCountCap = $UN.CBC + $CC.HSBC + $UN.bodiesNum>> <<bodySelection UNBodies _bodyCountCap>>
<br><br> A four year spread of spreading led to a tally of $UN.bodiesNum. That's in addition to my $CC.HSBC from before. <br><br>
Perv. Hope you're happy and [[enjoyed|UN010 - CollegeLvls]] that.
<<if $CC.BC == "Pill">><<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>><</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">><<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>><</if>> <<if $UN.bodiesNum lt 5>> <<set $kinknum ++>> <<set $num ++>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 10>> <<set $kinknum ++>> <<set $num += 2>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 20>> <<set $kinknum += 2>> <<set $num += 3>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 30>> <<set $kinknum += 3>> <<set $num += 3>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 45>> <<set $kinknum += 3>> <<set $num += 4>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 60>> <<set $kinknum += 4>> <<set $num += 5>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lt 75>> <<set $kinknum += 5>> <<set $num += 6>> <<elseif $UN.bodiesNum lte 90>> <<set $kinknum += 6>> <<set $num += 7>> <<else>> <<set $kinknum += 7>> <<set $num += 8>> <</if>> /* <<set _noMoreKinksOptions = setup.kinks.filter((kink) => !$Stats.Kinks.includes(kink)).length === 1>> <<set _noMoreSkillsOptions = setup.sexSkills.filter((skill) => !$Stats.SexSkills.includes(skill)).length === 0>> <<if _noMoreKinksOptions || _noMoreSkillsOptions>> NO MORE KINKS TO ADD oO <<hint>> <<set _subscribestarURL = "https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow">> <<set _patreonURL = "https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow">> Ok, so you've ran out of kinks for now. Let us know how you did that and what kinks you'd want to see in the game. You can reach us on our Discord if you are a subscriber on <a @href="_subscribestarURL" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a> or <a @href="_patreonURL" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <br><br> Thanks @Snow***** for being first to get to this state and letting us know...you naughty! <</hint>> <br><br> <</if>> */ <<sexSkillsSetup 3>> <<intro>> College was a playground for playtime. It gave me the time to really understand who I was in the sack, crystallized what I liked and how to do things. <<kinks>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <<skills>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>: <<onDone>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <<set $UN.preg = false>> And at the time, I was certain that life had many more opportunities to grow and change. And boy, [[was I right|UN011 - SeniorYear]]. <</sexSkillsSetup>>
<<outfit $UN.greek>> <<if $UN.preg == true>> <<set $Body.age ++>><<set $CC.year -->> Senior year. And it would be with a different class, most of my friends gone. It was both more weighty -- because I had nearly lost out on graduating entirely -- and more flimsy -- because everything had been interrupted. <</if>> The capstone year loomed large. There was excitement because for many of us it was an easy year with few lectures, some intro classes that waited til the end to finish off the Major requirements, but essentially a free year. But that also meant that...it was ending. And that meant: real life. Or Grad School. I hadn't entertained the latter with <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>, and I wasn't even sure what kind of post-bacc I would want to go to. <br><br> And for me...it made me realize that these years had passed by with only a vague hole -- a memory -- of a mother. No funeral, no sudden reappearance, no second life suddenly revealed, just nothing. And that <<shake 2s>>ached<</shake>>. It felt like a hunger that wouldn't abate. It needed to be quenched and come to some conclusion so that I could mourn and move on. It just felt unresolved and I'd been distracting myself for this time possibly in some vain hope that it would finalize itself while I was otherwise occupied. <br><br> Nope. <br><br><br> So, I guess I'd be dealing with that <<linkexpand "on top of everything else.">> on top of everything else. <br><br><br> The Career Fair! <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): College career fair. <<image framed "passage/UN011-CareerFair.png">> */ Maybe that would give me some understanding of myself and clarify a direction to go in. Or just a job. A job would do. <br><br> Plastic tables ringed the edges of our Dining Hall, each with their own cheap table cloth and documentation. Hedge funds, government agencies, law firms, tech startups from the area, all of them looking for cheap, young and naive labor. <br><br> I wandered around, a non-committal smile plastered on my face as I waited for something to grab me. <br><br> And grab me it did. Well, not literally. But I was stopped short when I saw Nate. <br><br> Ending High School and there he was, and here we were coming to the close of college and... <<linkexpand "Nate.">> Nate. <audio autoplay><source src="audio/BlueSwallow_motif.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"></audio> <br> <<speechPC>>"I thought you were a--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Oh, hello! Are you interested in filling out an application for the Department of the Interior? What's your name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nate. You know--"<</speechPC>> <br><br><br> A perfunctory look down at his chest for a name tag, which he wasn't wearing, <<speech "Nate.png">>"How did you..."<</speech>> <br><br> Hands on my hips, frowning at him. There was a pause and consideration, then quietly, <<speech "Nate.png">>"You still have it?"<</speech>> I nodded, glad for the drop of the facade, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Call me?"<</speech>> I nodded again and then he picked up the charade again, stuffing a pamphlet and application into my hand while 'introducing' himself. <br><br> I laughed it off and turned around, my mind churning. Had this all been on purpose? His being here? Or had it been a coincidence that had surprised him as much as me? <br><br> I left the Dining Hall and pulled out my phone to call him. I already had <<linkexpand "a text with an address.">> a text with an address. <<call Nate>>"Dinerville."<</call>> <br><br><br> Ostensibly authentic Jewish cuisine. The menu listed an arrangement of knishes and the like. <br><br> Remember that hunger I mentioned? Well, hopefully Nate had a knish for me. <br><br> He dropped into the seat opposite me with far less acting than earlier. <<speech "Nate.png">>"Good to see you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Thought you didn't know my name."<</speechPC>> It was his turn to frown. <<speechPC>>"Fine. So. Been a while, crocodile."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"We think that we've got a bead on her."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Took you long enough."<</speechPC>> That seemed to really dig at him. He took it personally. <<speechPC>>"So why are you here rather than looking for her?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"Exactly. We are. That's how we've assembled the knowledge that we have. But I felt personally obligated to let you know."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Does <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>>Dad<</if>>?"<</speechPC>> He shook his head and looked away, his fingers playing at the laminated edges of the menu. The bedraggled server took that as a sign to come over and he quickly turned back to the menu to clarify the signal into a "Not ready". <<speech "Nate.png">>"I'm breaking protocol being here and saying anything, to be honest."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then why?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I feel responsible, to her, and for that reason, you."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes, <<speechPC>>"O-kay."<</speechPC>> <<if $CC.mom == 1>> <<face angry runny>> He sighed, bit his lower lip and looked down, past the menu and into his lap, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Remember that fight that you both had? Years ago?"<</speech>> A chill ran down my spine. I knew exactly what he was talking about and that he knew the details spoke to how long and how intwined he was with my life and my mother's. <br><br> My skin prickled, rage swelled inside me unbidden, <<speechPC>>"//O//-''kay''."<</speechPC>> No eyeroll this time. They were firmly planted on him. <br><br> He raised his hands, disarmed, <<speech "Nate.png">>"You might be able to find her."<</speech>> //You//. ''I''. Tears rolled down my cheeks: more unwanted, unexpected emotion. <<speechPC>>"How?"<</speechPC>> Also unexpected, but the word left my lips. <br><br> He nodded, hand lightly holding my hand, paper sliding into my palm, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Graduate. Come to Manila. We'll talk there."<</speech>> And then he stood and left. The server said my meal was already paid for. <br><br> I stared at the old-fashioned paper ticket to Manila that was in front of me. The date? Day after Commencement. <br><br><br> I looked up at her, wiping my nose with a little smile, <<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'm [[not hungry anymore|UN012 - Commencement]]."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<face angry runny>> <<speech "Nate.png">>"I know that you didn't have too much of a connection, but she cared for you, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> My skin prickled, rage swelled inside me unbidden, <<speechPC>>"//O//-''kay''."<</speechPC>> No eyeroll this time. They were firmly planted on him. <br><br> He raised his hands, disarmed, <<speech "Nate.png">>"You might be able to find her."<</speech>> //You.// ''I.'' Tears rolled down my cheeks: more unwanted, unexpected emotion. <<speechPC>>"How?"<</speechPC>> Also unexpected, but the word left my lips. <br><br> He nodded, hand lightly holding my hand, paper sliding into my palm, <<speech "Nate.png">>"Graduate. Come to Manila. We'll talk there."<</speech>> And then he stood and left. The server said my meal was already paid for. <br><br> I stared at the old-fashioned paper ticket to Manila that was in front of me. The date? Day after Commencement. <br><br><br> I looked up at her, wiping my nose with a little smile, <<speechPC>>"It's okay. I'm [[not hungry anymore|UN012 - Commencement]]."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<skillChecked "Gap Year Taken">> So. That happened. <br><br> Fuck! <br><br> I could barely comprehend how my whole life had been turned upside-down. //Again//. Mom FTW. <br><br> One moment I had been looking to the future post-college and what I would go on to do...return home? look for a job? Master's? Travel? There were so, so many options and now I'd been railroaded into one insanity. <br><br> This had never been in my field-of-view. None of my potential options had included ''this''. In fact, it kinda was like I'd been avoiding this with a passion. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>Took an additional year off from everything before college, too.<</if>> <br><br> Despite all my best efforts, I was being railroaded into the very thing I'd been holding at arm's length. Maybe it would just disappear. Out of sight, out of mind, right? <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Papers burning in a waste bin. <<image framed "passage/UN012-PapersBurning.png">> */ All of my plans up in smoke. I even had a fully planned conversation with <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>. <br><br> Fuuuuuck. <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>. <br><br> What was I going to do about them now? <br><br> <div id="LDR"> <<crossroads #LDR>> <<path>> This affected //me// not ''us''. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $HS.LDR = true>> I had to scrap my entire plan for our DTR. I knew <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> was excited for time together, moving in... <br><br> An adjustment had to be made. I didn't let them know the whys or wherefores, and they were confused. Angry. But when I brought up my Mom, they got quiet. The trump card. <br><br> They didn't pry. They dried their tears and nodded considerately. They understood. <br><br> I'd be taking a trip away from them, but that didn't change anything about us. And who knew, maybe the excitement of this adventure would mean something else was in store for us sooner rather than later. <br><br> That decision made, I pressed on to all the results of my collegiate career -- the capstone of my education -- commencement and the fun of Spring Fling. But now everything that had once been so vibrant and exciting had lost its [[shine|UN012 - Commencement2]]. <<path>> I had to break things off. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> I had to scrap my entire plan for our DTR. Before I had details and reasons and excuses and now I couldn't use them because of...spy confidentiality or whatever the fuck. <br><br> Wait. Why couldn't I? Spying was lying and I already had a story planned. By using it, I wouldn't be revealing anything and I'd still accomplish what I needed to do, which was a summary ending of this thing between us. <br><br> It was as hard as I thought it was going to be...for them. For me, I felt steeled somehow. Far less emotional than I expected to me. Maybe it would have been different if the circumstances weren't so insane. Or maybe not. Maybe this is just how I felt about us. <br><br> That decision made, I pressed on to all the results of my collegiate career -- the capstone of my education -- commencement and the fun of Spring Fling. But now everything that had once been so vibrant and exciting had lost its [[shine|UN012 - Commencement2]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="springfling"> <<set _collegeresult = 0>> <<if $HS.college == 1>><<set _collegeresult += 2>><</if>> <<if $HS.college == 3>><<set _collegeresult -= 3>><</if>> <<if $UN.preg == true>><<set _collegeresult += 2>><</if>> <<if $UN.major == "Pre-Med">><<set _collegeresult += 2>><</if>> <<if $UN.major == "Pre-Law">><<set _collegeresult ++>><</if>> <<if ["Dance", "Theatre"].includes($UN.major)>><<set _collegeresult -->><</if>> Grades and what opportunities they could afford me no longer entered my mind. Now, it was simply crossing days off of the calendar. <br><br> The day after our meeting I went into full despair-mode as the logic of me being able to find some secret agent when the agency she worked for had taken this long to even come up with a city. And how they expected me, some college grad, to be able to track someone AWOL and bring them back into the fold. It was silly. <br><br> It was just as silly to spend all this time in classes and parties for what. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Testing Results and Major">> <<if $UN.test lt _collegeresult>> <<run $Memories.push("Failed College")>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("0." + random(9))>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<outfit default>> <<face angry>> I'd not be graduating. And given the conversation with Nate...lucky for me!...it looked like it didn't matter. Just a lot of wasted time. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A giant "F" on a college transcript. <<image framed "passage/UN012-FailedTranscript.png">> */ But maybe it was the friends we made along the way. <br><br> Whatever. <br><br> I wouldn't have to wait through speeches that didn't matter or sit out in the overbearing heat in a cap and gown. <br><br> Would the last laugh be on me for having this on my transcript? Or would it be on them -- what would all of this matter in a year? <br><br> On the other hand, I'd paid my tuition, so even sans-diploma, I still had every right to enjoy the last moments of my college career. <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 6>> <<set $UN.GPA = "4.0">> <<outfit grad>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<face happy>> I'd //killed// it. Held a 4.0 GPA the whole way through. Well, maybe this smart cookie would be the right person for the job. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): College diploma with 4.0 GPA. <<image framed "passage/UN012-Diploma4.0.png">> */ As far as the diploma...We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. I crossed the stage, was handed my hard-won <<print $UN.major>> degree with a handshake...never knowing if I would ever need it again...threw a hat, cheered like everyone else. Yay. <br><br> <<if ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gt random(7,10)>> <<run $Memories.push("College Valedictorian")>> I don't know if it was insult added to injury or not, but I had been awarded class Valedictorian. Top of the top of academic achievements...and my near-future had nothing to do with academics. It seemed silly to me, deflating, and made crafting a speech even more difficult. <br><br> <<if $UN.major == "Pre-Med">> I had learned so many details about chemistry and biology that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <<elseif $UN.major == "Pre-Law">> I had learned so many details about political science and philosophy that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <<elseif Array("Dance", "Theatre").includes($UN.major)>> I had learned so many details about art and performance that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <<elseif $UN.major == "Business">> I had learned so many details about economics and finance that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <<else>> I had learned so many details about sociology and the past that...just didn't matter. Would I remember them at the other end of everything that was on the horizon? Would I return to medicine? Would I return? <br><br> My speech wasn't about accomplishment or changing the world, being the best and brightest -- the next generation of brilliance. It was about adaptability and the fluidity of life and the world. We had been able to dictate our lives up to this point, but now life would be the dictator. <br><br> I don't know if it landed. I didn't really notice the reaction. <br><br> Did anyone care anyway? Most of the people I knew were singularly focused on one thing: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <</if>> <<else>> There was a pretty interesting speech by a couple classmates -- I hadn't quite eked out being valedictorian or salutatorian -- and an alumni who had gone into business, but my mind kept wandering to what //my// future looked like. They could never, ever conceive of it. <br><br> We were all thinking about what came later: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <</if>> <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 4>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("3." + random(5))>> <<outfit grad>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<face happy>> I'd done a really good job and pulled down a 3.0 ish. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): A college diploma. <<image framed "passage/UN012-Diploma.png">> */ As far as the diploma...We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. I crossed the stage, was handed my hard-won <<print $UN.major>> degree with a handshake...never knowing if I would ever need it again...threw a hat, cheered like everyone else. Yay. <br><br> There was a pretty interesting speech by a couple classmates and an alumni who had gone into business, but my mind kept wandering to what //my// future looked like. They could never, ever conceive of it. <br><br> We were all thinking about what came later: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <<elseif ($UN.test - _collegeresult) gte 2>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("2." + random(6))>> <<outfit grad>> <<Stats Confident ++>> I'd probably focused on other things too much, but I'd pass. Just wouldn't be impressing anyone with my GPA. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Motto of 'D is for diploma'. <<image framed "passage/UN012-DiplomaD.png">> */ As far as the diploma...We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. I crossed the stage, grabbed the <<print $UN.major>> degree I barely managed -- and didn't know if I would ever need it again -- threw a hat, cheered like everyone else. Yay. <br><br> There was a couple speeches by a couple classmates and an alumni who had gone into business, but my mind kept wandering to what //my// future looked like. They could never, ever conceive of it. <br><br> We were all thinking about what came later: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <<else>> <<set $UN.GPA = ("1." + random(8))>> <<outfit grad>> <<face hurt1>> Well, I'd get my diploma, but I'd need to probably burn the transcript. <br><br>/* IMAGE (Needed): Motto of 'D is for diploma'. <<image framed "passage/UN012-DiplomaD.png">> */ As far as the diploma...We've already done the whole 'ending school', graduating thing -- it wasn't much different this time around, just a lot more bodies, a longer ceremony and far too many speeches by people we didn't know. I crossed the stage, grabbed the <<print $UN.major>> degree I barely managed (thank god they didn't list GPA anywhere on it) -- and didn't know if I would ever need it again -- threw a hat, cheered like everyone else. Yay. <br><br> Some people spoke. I wasn't paying attention. The future they spoke about and mine were drastically, unimaginably different. Plus, they had done well in school. Fuck 'em. <br><br> We were all thinking about what came later: [[the end of the year|UN012 - EOY]]. <</if>> </div>
<div id="springfling"> The end of the year Concert. 'Spring Fling' that was thrown kind of as a congratulations and honoring our outbound students. It was also fuckin' ''fun''. <<if $HS.LDR == false>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level and Virginity">> <<outfit $UN.greek>> /* IMAGE (Needed): College quad overtaken by a concert. <<image framed "passage/UN012-Commencement.png">> */ The Quad was taken up with a full-on stage. Exams and term papers were in the rear view mirror and now our days could be taken up by pre-gaming before the sun started to set and the show began. <br><br> Feeling it for the past few hours, I sauntered down to the chain link fence in the center of campus. My arm was hooked through <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy, one of the hyper-religious girls<<else>>Timothy, one of the BYX christian boys<</if>> was my most recent arm candy, and hadn't put an ultimatum to me yet.<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>'s, my head leaning affectionately on their shoulder. It didn't matter how things were between us or who saw because things were coming to a close. I didn't even know if I'd see them again after tomorrow. <br><br> I hadn't told them about what had happened or where I was going. Better to just focus on the now and let the later be later. <<speechPC>>"Mhm, here." I nodded and smiled, holding up my wrist to the security guard as they asked to see our wristbands -- can't have some local come to a great concert. They'd have to listen from outside the campus as the sounds escaped through the air.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Security">>"Your bag?" A hard look like he knew better than trust a college kid. I rolled my eyes and showed him that I hadn't brought in drugs or alcohol. The latter was ridiculous to me because I was of age. Finally.<</speech>> <br><br> Whatever. They were protecting as best they could against kids getting hurt and dead. He grunted and nodded, <<speechPC>>"What, dude." I gave him maybe a bit more attitude. "No contraband."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Security">>"I see the truth in your eyes." I laughed, confused and we moved past the gate. What did that even //mean//?<</speech>> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<speech>>"You know how much I hate it when you smoke."<</speech>><<else>><<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"You know how much I hate it when you smoke."<</speech>><</if>> They hadn't looked at me once since we met up to head to the concert. Sure, I'd been smoking and I felt //great//. And why wouldn't I? It was a fucking concert. And school was ending. And...later is for later. <br><br> <</if>> The Quad was already alive. Blankets laid out as people reserved space. A frisbee flung through the air and in the low-light I nearly took it to the face. <<speechPC>>I yelped and ducked, "Jesus. Should have restricted those things, not beer."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> grunted with a slight nod and we made our way to the front of the crowd as some band of relevancy from ten, twenty years ago that I'd recognize a song or two as they played. I wasn't going to press things, didn't want to start a fight with <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>. Not today. Let the music change the energy and we'd go from there. <br><br> As they kicked into gear I slipped away, moving forward to the front of the stage, pushing into the mass of kids that wanted to get close. I looked back over my shoulder, smiling playfully and waving them to join. There was no eye contact and they didn't follow. I wondered if this was a defense mechanism, somehow understanding what was in the cards for us. <br><br> No matter. I'd enjoy myself. And I did, screaming out the few familiar lyrics and swaying with the people alongside me. And with people this close together, those that had been able to smuggle in liquor and weed were being kind and sharing. <br><br> Dusk gave way to night and we came upon the closing of their act. Their one most famous song. I was euphoric. <br><br> And that's why I thought I was dreaming when the lead singer was looking right at me, motioning me to join them on stage. <div id="concert"> <<crossroads #concert>> <<path>> ''Do'' it? What a way to end college. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $Memories.push("Slept with a Famous Lead Singer")>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> Me? No way. I pointed at myself like an idiot and he nodded, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Come up here, darling."<</speech>> And there was a security in front of me, and instead of trying to get me to back away from the barrier, his beefy arms were outstretched to grab me and help me over. I was lifted up and over, amazed that he could move me so effortlessly. <br><br> And then, I was over the wall, <<speech "Guard">>"This way."<</speech>> The steak of an arm pointing me to the stairway alongside the stage. <<speechPC>>"Just...go up?"<</speechPC>> The band had begun to spin up into what sounded like their finale and the security guy raised an eyebrow affecting The Rock while letting me know how idiotic that question was. He turned, back to his job and left me to go up on stage. <br><br> As I mounted them I was nervous. What the fuck was I going to do on stage? I didn't know any of their songs. Was I just going to stand there awkwardly? Why had he picked me out of the crowd? <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"No, no. Stand there."<</speech>> One of the roadies or stage managers or...well, someone with authority grabbed my arm and tugged me back before I made my way onto stage, guiding me back behind the bank of speakers. <<speechPC>>"Oh. But I thought--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Their set's almost done. Do you want to go wait at the hotel?"<</speech>> The way that this was all happening was so normal to this guy and so confusing to me. But it seemed obvious to him. Old hat. So I nodded. What I had in my system keeping me from really thinking it through. <<speechPC>>"Cool."<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand, still on my upper arm guided me back down the stairs and over towards a few roadies. <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Back to the hotel. And quick, we gotta tear down to make the plane."<</speech>> <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Sure, thing. Cap'n."<</speech>> And then I was in a van, not a word said to me and I didn't know what kind of small talk to make, shuttled over to the nearby Hilton. <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Room 309."<</speech>> It was a simple, easy smile as he handed me the keycard and turned and left. Leaving me alone. <br><br> I'd gone from being called up on stage to being dropped off at a hotel where, I guessed, they'd be showing up soon. Because how long were songs anyway. I meandered up to the elevator and third floor as I considered where I was and what <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> was doing. Or thinking. I checked my phone. Nothing. <<call>>"Hey."<</call>> Not even a read receipt. Well, fuck you too. <br><br> I had no idea what had gotten into them. I hadn't done anything and it was the last day of college. And sure, I wasn't going to see them again, but they didn't know that. Couldn't know that. Did they know that? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hotel room that a rock band has been using. Drugs, alcohol. Not well kept. Maybe damaged from partying. <<image framed "passage/UN012-RockerRoom.png">> */ <br><br> Sitting in the chair in Room 309, I mulled over what it all meant and who was wrong right now. <<speech "Lead Singer">>"There you are. What's your name darling?"<</speech>> He had a drawl, was in his...fifties? Sixties? Being on the road, drugs and alcohol made it hard to tell. He was lanky with ratty hair and beard and tattooed everywhere I could see. Walking in like it was a Tuesday. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Uh, great show."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Glad you liked it. Drink?"<</speech>> He was at the minibar, pulling out the little bottles and already had his thin lips wrapped around the neck of one. He patted the bed beside him and I moved off the chair to join him. I knew where this was leading, but between already being here, the whirlwind of being chosen by a 'rockstar' and annoyed at <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>, I wasn't backing down now. <br><br> I swigged at the bottle while he drew out a line of coke, doing one and setting up another for me. <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>>I leaned over and snorted it, holding my head back as I coughed and he patted me firmly on my back.<<else>>I shook my head and he shrugged, doing the second line himself.<</if>> <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Let's get comfortable."<</speech>> It was such an easy thing for him. I wondered how many other girls over how many years had been in this exact situation. Every show? It had a confident rhythm to it like a song. Taking off our <<linkexpand "clothes.">>clothes. <<outfit naked>> Him diving between my legs and eating me out -- gloriously. //God//. Did he know how to eat fucking pussy. He kept me on edge for so long, then made me cum and wouldn't stop licking even as I was screaming out and trying to push his head away -- far too sensitive to deal with his attentions. <br><br> I didn't even have to ask for a condom. Thinking about how casual this was for him made me ultra concerned, but he was rolling it on before we got into position. We started with me splayed out in front of him so he could look at me. Then we moved into doggiestyle, then on my side, then me ontop. He talked to me and guided me through the process like we were just having a conversation while his cock shoved inside me. But I didn't mind, because each position -- primed by his tongue -- I climaxed hard, clutching at the hotel room sheets. <br><br> Right as my legs were about to give out, the day had been so long and the fuck had been so lengthy and amazing, he drove himself to completion, groaning out compliments about me as he filled his rubber. <br><br> We took a shower together, he asked about what I was doing next and I told him where I was headed, but not why. And then we climbed into bed. I was too exhausted to think about what I had done or what I would say tomorrow, if anything. So I didn't. I just slept. So. Fucking. Well. <br><br> The morning brought me waking to an empty bed, a cute rose left on the bedside table. He was gone in the night and left me with the room and carte blanche to enjoy myself. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Formerly Famous Lead Singer" M "Once Famous Rocker during Spring Fling" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <br><br> So, I did. I felt so blissed out after the evening and enjoyed the comforts of the hotel as long as I could -- probably also as a delaying tactic to prevent people from seeing my day-after glow. But it was short-lived and eventually I had to head back to campus. <br><br> Soon enough, I was out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> What a crazy capstone to college. To lose my viriginity and to lose it //that// way. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ''No'' need to get crazy. I should go find <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> and not leave things on a sour note. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Aww, come on. Don't go!"<</speech>> from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> I realized it'd be impossible to find Timothy in this crowd. I pulled out my phone to text and then I realized...I wasn't in the mood to hash out the future. I didn't want cliche 'losing my virginity' on our last night. Finding <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>> would have been too much, would have implied things and I didn't mean any of them. <br><br> As hard as it was, I tucked my phone away and resolved to stay alone tonight. I'd see Timothy tomorrow and say goodbye as if it were nothing, just another day. Or I wouldn't. <br><br> All I did know was that in a few hours, we'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Aww, come on. Don't go!"<</speech>> from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> Finally out of the crowd, I pulled out my phone and sent off a text, <<call>>"Hey. Where you at?"<</call>> The three dots. Thank god. Well, depending on their response. <br><br> <<call $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Had enough fun?"<</call>> Ouch. Okay. Fair. <br><br> <<call>>"You still at the concert?"<</call>> A picture of the TV from the couch. I took it as an invitation and my sweaty ass rolled up and was pleased to see them smiling as they opened the door, <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Didn't stay long?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't. <<speechPC>>"Nah. Not really my scene."<</speechPC>> I pulled myself into them and we went inside. <br><br> <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.gender == "F" || $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name == "Tammy">> She kept her distance, letting me know she was still upset with me, but after an hour of shitty TV and cuddling on the couch together, she softened. <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"I know."<</speech>> She kissed me on my forehead and that's all we had to say. We didn't have to discuss whatever was actually making her mad. I wished that the rest of the day could have been that easy and smooth, but I'd take this. <br><br> When we climbed into bed, we didn't have to end on a bad note. <br><br> I don't know if either of us were expressly horny, but we wanted the closeness. It started with me pulling myself against her, spooning and holding her tightly. <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Ugh...you smell like--"<</speech>> my mouth stopped her. Facing away became twisting to meet me became us face to face, our legs sliding between each others. <br><br> Our hands slid into each others hair. We'd started sleeping in beds opposite each other, but we'd spent four years sharing sleeping arrangements quite a bit. And this would be the last one. I don't know if she knew, but it felt like she knew, the way her fingers pulled at my roots. The way her tongue pushed deep into my mouth. <br><br> I worked off her sleeping shorts and she pulled at mine, ditched down under the sheets to tie up our feet later. My hand dipped between her thighs, finding her excitement and knowing exactly how to please her. <br><br> One finger, then a second slipped into her velvety clutch and I heard the cute and familiar noise of her pleasure. I was working her spot without even trying, my other hand squeezing at her breast and tweaking her hard nipple. She shuddered against me and I smiled, breathing against her neck -- I knew how to make her cum so easily. <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Ca-reful."<</speech>> Her hand grabbed at my wrist. <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Not yet."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Why not?"<</speechPC>> I dug my fingers deeper to make my point. She cooed. And then she came. She whimpered and laughed, her eyes flashing at me like "How dare you," as her body quivered. My fingers, soaked by her juices, slowed for a moment while I let her peak. Her hand finally finding its way to my hungry hole and I grabbed at her as she entered me. <br><br> I'd miss this. But then again, maybe that was just my body craving another orgasm. Oxytocin is a crazy drug. <br><br> <<else>> He kept his distance, letting me know he was still upset with me, but he couldn't be that upset with me as we got onto the couch and I tugged his shorts down. <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Hey, hey."<</speech>> He fought slightly but as soon as I took his cock in my mouth, he softened. And hardened. <br><br> I soaked his cock, sucking him slowly as we watched some Jeopardy. He played as best he could while enjoying the sensation of my mouth on his cock. I knew that I had won him over, no matter what I had done wrong earlier. And with my mouth occupied, we didn't have to talk about tomorrow or the future. <br><br> So, when we climbed into bed, we didn't have to end on a bad note. <br><br> Doubtless, he was ready to go. And I was wet as I had ever been. I climbed over him and he pulled my face to his, mouths meeting for the first time today as his cock easily slid inside me. Slowly, we kissed, his hands holding my head as my hips rocked up and down. <<if $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name is "Jamal">>His fingers played in my hair and my fingers slid over his body, as if we were immortalizing each others bodies in our minds. We took our time, which meant I came. A lot. It seemed like he was enjoying seeing how many times I could climax and how hard it was making it for me to continue riding him. We really had gotten to know how to get each other off. I smiled down at him, watching him shake and endure the powerful orgasm, pressing my ass tight against his thighs to feel every bit of him pulsing inside me. <br><br> <</if>> <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> fell asleep right away, contented. I couldn't. Too much was going on in my brain, so I laid there, stroking my fingers over their skin and looking at them peacefully sleeping. I planned how I'd get up early tomorrow and head out before the 'day after' contentedness made talking too easy. I enjoyed this quiet, this stillness, how <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> looked right now. I wanted to remember it this way before it all changed. Tomorrow -- or today actually. <br><br> In a few hours, we'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of 2023. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</if>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Addiction Level and Virginity">> <<outfit $UN.greek>> The Quad was taken up with a full-on stage. Exams and term papers were in the rear view mirror and now our days could be taken up by pre-gaming before the sun started to set and the show began. <br><br> Feeling it for the past few hours, I sauntered down to the chain link fence in the center of campus. My arm was hooked through <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy, one of the hyper-religious girls<<else>>Timothy, one of the BYX christian boys<</if>> was my most recent arm candy, and hadn't put an ultimatum to me yet.<<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>>'s, my head leaning affectionately on their shoulder. It didn't matter how things were between us or who saw because things were coming to a close. I didn't even know if I'd see them again after tomorrow. <br><br> I hadn't told them about what had happened or where I was going. Better to just focus on the now and let the later be later. <<speechPC>>"Mhm, here."<</speechPC>> I nodded and smiled, holding up my wrist to the security guard as they asked to see our wristbands -- can't have some local come to a great concert. They'd have to listen from outside the campus as the sounds escaped through the air. <<speech "Security">>"Your bag?"<</speech>> A hard look like he knew better than trust a college kid. I rolled my eyes and showed him that I hadn't brought in drugs or alcohol. The latter was ridiculous to me because I was of age. Finally. <br><br> Whatever. They were protecting as best they could against kids getting hurt and dead. He grunted and nodded, <<speechPC>>"What, dude."<</speechPC>> I gave him maybe a bit more attitude. <<speechPC>>"No contraband."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Security">>"I see the truth in your eyes."<</speech>> I laughed, confused and we moved past the gate. What did that even //mean//? <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>> <<speech $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"You know how much I hate it when you smoke."<</speech>> I could //hear// them being annoyed with me. Sure, I'd been smoking and I felt //great//. And why wouldn't I? It was a fucking concert. And school was ending. And...later is for later. <br><br> <</if>> The Quad was already alive. Blankets laid out as people reserved space. A frisbee flung through the air and in the low-light I nearly took it to the face. I yelped and ducked, <<speechPC>>"Jesus. Should have restricted those things, not beer."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>> grunted with a slight nod and we made our way to the front of the crowd as some band of relevancy from ten, twenty years ago that I'd recognize a song or two as they played. I wasn't going to press things, didn't want to start a fight with <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>><</if>>. Not today. Let the music change the energy and we'd go from there. <br><br> As they kicked into gear I slipped away, moving forward to the front of the stage, pushing into the mass of kids that wanted to get close. I looked back over my shoulder, smiling playfully and waving them to join. There was no eye contact and they didn't follow. I wondered if this was a defense mechanism, somehow understanding what was in the cards for us. <br><br> No matter. I'd enjoy myself. And I did, screaming out the few familiar lyrics and swaying with the people alongside me. And with people this close together, those that had been able to smuggle in liquor and weed were being kind and sharing. <br><br> Dusk gave way to night and we came upon the closing of their act. Their one most famous song. I was euphoric. <br><br> And that's why I thought I was dreaming when the lead singer was looking right at me, motioning me to join them on stage. <div id="concert"> <<crossroads #concert>> <<path>> ''Do'' it? What a way to end college. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $Memories.push("Slept with a Famous Lead Singer")>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> Me? No way. I pointed at myself like an idiot and he nodded, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Come up here, darling."<</speech>> And there was a security in front of me, and instead of trying to get me to back away from the barrier, his beefy arms were outstretched to grab me and help me over. I was lifted up and over, amazed that he could move me so effortlessly. <br><br> And then, I was over the wall, <<speech "Guard">>"This way."<</speech>> The steak of an arm pointing me to the stairway alongside the stage. <<speechPC>>"Just...go up?"<</speechPC>> The band had begun to spin up into what sounded like their finale and the security guy raised an eyebrow affecting The Rock while letting me know how idiotic that question was. He turned, back to his job and left me to go up on stage. <br><br> As I mounted them I was nervous. What the fuck was I going to do on stage? I didn't know any of their songs. Was I just going to stand there awkwardly? Why had he picked me out of the crowd? <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"No, no. Stand there."<</speech>> One of the roadies or stage managers or...well, someone with authority grabbed my arm and tugged me back before I made my way onto stage, guiding me back behind the bank of speakers. <<speechPC>>"Oh. But I thought--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Their set's almost done. Do you want to go wait at the hotel?"<</speech>> The way that this was all happening was so normal to this guy and so confusing to me. But it seemed obvious to him. Old hat. So I nodded. What I had in my system keeping me from really thinking it through. <<speechPC>>"Cool."<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand, still on my upper arm guided me back down the stairs and over towards a few roadies. <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Back to the hotel. And quick, we gotta tear down to make the plane."<</speech>> <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Sure, thing. Cap'n."<</speech>> And then I was in a van, not a word said to me and I didn't know what kind of small talk to make, shuttled over to the nearby Hilton. <<speech "Backstage Guy">>"Room 309."<</speech>> It was a simple, easy smile as he handed me the keycard and turned and left. Leaving me alone. <br><br> I'd gone from being called up on stage to being dropped off at a hotel where, I guessed, they'd be showing up soon. Because how long were songs anyway. I meandered up to the elevator and third floor as I considered where I was and what <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>> was doing. Or thinking. I checked my phone. Nothing. <<call>>"Hey."<</call>> Not even a read receipt. Well, fuck you too. <br><br> I had no idea what had gotten into them. I hadn't done anything and it was the last day of college. And sure, I wasn't going to see them again, but they didn't know that. Couldn't know that. Did they know that? <br><br> <br><br> <br><br> Sitting in the chair in Room 309, I mulled over what it all meant and who was wrong right now. <<speech "Lead Singer">>"There you are. What's your name darling?"<</speech>> He had a drawl, was in his...fifties? Sixties? Being on the road, drugs and alcohol made it hard to tell. He was lanky with ratty hair and beard and tattooed everywhere I could see. Walking in like it was a Tuesday. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. Uh, great show."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Glad you liked it. Drink?"<</speech>> He was at the minibar, pulling out the little bottles and already had his thin lips wrapped around the neck of one. He patted the bed beside him and I moved off the chair to join him. I knew where this was leading, but between already being here, the whirlwind of being chosen by a 'rockstar' and annoyed at <<if $Body.virgin == true>><<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>><<else>><<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>><</if>>, I wasn't backing down now. <br><br> I swigged at the bottle while he drew out a line of coke, doing one and setting up another for me. <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 0>>I leaned over and snorted it, holding my head back as I coughed and he patted me firmly on my back.<<else>>I shook my head and he shrugged, doing the second line himself.<</if>> <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Let's get comfortable."<</speech>> It was such an easy thing for him. I wondered how many other girls over how many years had been in this exact situation. Every show? It had a confident rhythm to it like a song. Taking off our <<linkexpand "clothes.">> clothes. <<outfit naked>> Him diving between my legs and eating me out -- gloriously. //God//. Did he know how to eat fucking pussy. He kept me on edge for so long, then made me cum and wouldn't stop licking even as I was screaming out and trying to push his head away -- far too sensitive to deal with his attentions. <br><br> I didn't even have to ask for a condom. Thinking about how casual this was for him made me ultra concerned, but he was rolling it on before we got into position. We started with me splayed out in front of him so he could look at me. Then we moved into doggiestyle, then on my side, then me ontop. He talked to me and guided me through the process like we were just having a conversation while his cock shoved inside me. But I didn't mind, because each position -- primed by his tongue -- I climaxed hard, clutching at the hotel room sheets. <br><br> Right as my legs were about to give out, the day had been so long and the fuck had been so lengthy and amazing, he drove himself to completion, groaning out compliments about me as he filled his rubber. <br><br> We took a shower together, he asked about what I was doing next and I told him where I was headed, but not why. And then we climbed into bed. I was too exhausted to think about what I had done or what I would say tomorrow, if anything. So I didn't. I just slept. So. Fucking. Well. <br><br> The morning brought me waking to an empty bed, a cute rose left on the bedside table. He was gone in the night and left me with the room and carte blanche to enjoy myself. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Formerly Famous Lead Singer" M "Once Famous Rocker during Spring Fling" "olderMan: true" "age: 47" "ethnicity: white">> <br><br> So, I did. I felt so blissed out after the evening and enjoyed the comforts of the hotel as long as I could -- probably also as a delaying tactic to prevent people from seeing my day-after glow. But it was short-lived and eventually I had to head back to campus. <br><br> Soon enough, I was out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _primaryText = "I hadn't been thinking about them at all. Why had I done it? Why hadn't I been thinking about them? Had the distance really gotten to me? Broken us?">> <<include "UN000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> What a crazy capstone to college. To lose my viriginity and to lose it //that// way. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ''No'' need to get crazy. I should go find <<print $People['UN'].Roommate.name>> and not leave things on a sour note. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Aww, come on. Don't go!"<</speech>> from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> I realized it'd be impossible to find Timothy in this crowd. I pulled out my phone to text and then I realized...I wasn't in the mood to hash out the future. I didn't want cliche 'losing my virginity' on our last night. Finding <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>Tammy<<else>>Timothy<</if>> would have been too much, would have implied things and I didn't mean any of them. <br><br> As hard as it was, I tucked my phone away and resolved to stay alone tonight. I'd see Timothy tomorrow and say goodbye as if it were nothing, just another day. Or I wouldn't. <br><br> All I did know was that in a few hours, we'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> I shied back. There was no way that he meant //me// right? Nope. He was. One of the security on the other side of the barrier reached a beefy arm across to help me over. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no s-sorry."<</speechPC>> I pushed back against the wall of people behind me, looking for an exit. I was having a great time, definitely feeling it, but I wasn't a groupie. Especially for ''them''. <br><br> People gave way and I made my way through the crowd, <<speech "Lead Singer">>"Aww, come on. Don't go!"<</speech>> from the stage, a swelling boo as the drunk crowd joined in the disappointment. It was funny to me that the people were cupping hands to their mouths and booing out loud right as I passed them -- they had no clue who they were booing. <br><br> Finally out of the crowd, I pulled out my phone and sent off a text, <<call>>"Hey. Where you at?"<</call>> The three dots. Thank god. Well, depending on their response. <br><br> <<call $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"Had enough fun?"<</call>> Ouch. Okay. Fair. <<call $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>>"You still at the concert?"<</call>> A picture of the TV from the couch. The potential guilt of that moment... <br><br> I hadn't. <<call>>"Nah. Not really my scene."<</call>> We texted back and forth until I got over my worries...and high. <<print $People['UN'].Boyfriend.name>> fell asleep right away, unaware. I couldn't. Too much was going on in my brain, so I laid there, stroking my pllow as if it were their skin. <br><br> In a few hours, I'd be out in the sweltering sun, <<link "graduating">><<replace "#springfling" t8n>> The heat was sweltering, the speeches resonated less with me than the rest of the bored graduating class. We crossed the platform, got our diplomas as name after so many names were called. Eventually, we'd all done the formalities and we were congratulated, Class of <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>2023<<else>>2024<</if>>. <br><br> A cheer that I didn't join. Excitement I didn't feel. But I threw my cap with everyone else -- it'd be weird to just be the only one standing around..and looking skyward to catch it, I saw a plane pass overhead. And the next day, I was on one to the [[Philippines|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. That was it. College was over. The 'rails of life' had reached their terminus...I was really making things up as I went now. <</replace>><</link>>. But for now, I could enjoy the end of my college career and soak in the experience. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> </div>
<<set _primaryTextPrefix = _primaryTextPrefix == undefined ? "" : _primaryTextPrefix>> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> _primaryTextPrefix <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. _primaryText <br><br> What did that mean for our future? What did that say about me? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<if _noChance>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> _noChanceText <<else>> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. They weren't the one, clearly, and they didn't feel that I was 'the one' either. Time for honesty. Time for me to see what single life was like. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> It hurt doing this to <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>, but //so// much had changed. It just kind of overwhelmed me. This felt better, more interesting, more invigorating. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> just paled in comparison. <br><br> I'd have to find some way to talk them down, and I'd probably get my fair share of admonishment. <br><br> But this was better for me. They'd find someone else who made them feel like this too, I'm certain. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> Oh. <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Right. Well, we had both known this would probably happen at some point, deep-down. I'd tell them eventually. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>? It was an easier adjustment than you might think. They were in the process of excusing some of their usual behavior when I brought up this new person or that new person. The call got quiet. I think they were surprised. <br><br> We were both moving on to something bigger and better. I think they were relieved. I know I was. <</if>>
Welcome to $CC.name's Wardrobe! I want to wear my... <br><br> /* Uncomment to view all outfits: */ <<set $Closet = Object.keys(setup.Outfits)>> <<shoppingMall dossier2>> <<link "Save my current look as my new default outfit!">> <<set $OutfitSaves.default = $doll>> <</link>> <br> <<link "Put on my default fit.">> <<outfit default>> <</link>> <br><br> <<link "Save my current look as my new going out outfit!">> <<set $OutfitSaves.goingOut = $doll>> <</link>> <br> <<link "Put on my going out fit.">> <<outfit goingOut>> <</link>> <br><br> <<link "Save my current look as my new sleepwear outfit!">> <<set $OutfitSaves.sleepwear = $doll>> <</link>> <br> <<link "Put on my sleepwear fit.">> <<outfit sleepwear>> <</link>> <br><br> <<link "Save my current look as my new prostitution outfit!">> <<set $OutfitSaves.prostitution = $doll>> <</link>> <br> <<link "Put on my prostitution fit.">> <<outfit prostitution>> <</link>> <br><br> <<link "Lose my default outfit">> <<loseDefaultOutfit>> <</link>> <br><br> /* <br><br> <<set _temp = 5 % 6>> <<switch 5>> <<case _temp>> mod case <<case 5>> direct <</switch>> <br><br> */ <br><br> Change my hometown ($CC.hometown): <<listbox "$CC.hometown" autoselect>> <<option "NO">> <<option "AL">> <<option "NY">> <<option "LA">> <<option "WA">> <</listbox>> <br><br> <br><br> <<link heyRESTORE>><<restoreLook>><</link>> <br><br> <br><br> Change my facial expression: (To be added) /* <<listbox "$CC.hometown" autoselect>> <<option "NO">> <<option "AL">> <<option "NY">> <<option "LA">> <<option "WA">> <</listbox>> */ <br><br> What's on $CC.name <br> /* To cycle through sprays if wanted <<set _faceID = 0>> <<link face>> <<set _faceID = _faceID == 8 ? 0 : _faceID>> <<set $doll.overlay = 'facial_' + _faceID>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <<run _faceID ++>> <</link>> <br><br> */ <<link 'Face?'>> <<cumSpray facial>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Mouth?'>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Breasts?'>> <<cumSpray breasts>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Body?'>> <<cumSpray body>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Mound?'>> <<cumSpray mound>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Pussy?'>> <<cumSpray pussy>> <</link>> <br> <<link 'Thighs?'>> <<cumSpray thighs>> <</link>> <br> <<link fullBody>> <<cumSpray facial9 mouth9 breasts9 body9 mound9 pussy9 thighs9>> <</link>> <<link reset>> <<cumSpray reset>> <</link>> <br><br> /* An exit / close state that returns to the last passage or closes the Wardrobe overlay */ <<link "Shut the door">> <<if State.history.length gt 2>> <<set _target = State.history[State.history.length - 2].title>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run Engine.play(_target)>> <</if>> <</link>>
<<set $hasVisitedCheatMenu = true>> <div id="cheats-menu"> <h2>Features:</h2> <ul> <li><<link "Show dossier">><<showDossier>><</link>></li> <li><<link "Show dossier wardrobe">><<showDossier wardrobe>><</link>></li> /* <li><<link "Show HD Doll Behind">><<dollRearView>><</link>></li> */ /* <li><<link "Restore Look">><<restoreLook>><</link>></li> */ </ul> <h2>Locations:</h2> <ul> <li>[[Hair Salon]]</li> <li>[[HomeBase]]</li> <li>[[Wardrobe]]</li> /* <li>[[AnimTest]]</li> */ </ul> <h2>Test Section</h2> /* <<speech `$CC.MName + ".png"`>>Hello!<</speech>> <<button "from NY">> <<set $CC.hometown ="NY">> <</button>> <<button "Skip to Test">> <<run Engine.play("CC024 - Club")>> <</button>> */ <div class="cards"> <<button "slutty">> <<growPersonality "Slut">> <</button>> <<button "prude">> <<growPersonality "Prude">> <</button>> <<button "MegaPrude">> <<growPersonality -5>> <</button>> <<button "MegaSlut">> <<growPersonality 5>> <</button>> /* <<button "Update Personality">> <<updatePersonality>> <</button>> <<button "Test Personality">> <<run console.log(JSON.stringify($Personality))>> <<run console.log("Les or Prude?: " + ($Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || $Personality.traits.includes("Prude")))>> <<run console.log("Slut?: " + ($CC.maleReaction gt 1 && $Personality.traits.includes("Slut")))>> <</button>> */ </div> /* <div class="cards"> <<set _allTattoos = ["Nape", "Sleeve", "Wrist", "Thigh", "LowerBack", "Ankle","Foot","Mound","Ear"]>> <<button "Add Random Tattoo">> <<set _tat = _allTattoos.random() >> <<set $Body.tattoos.pushUnique(_tat)>> <<run console.log("Adding Tattoo:", _tat)>> <</button>> <<set _allPiercings = ["Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Left Eyebrow", "Right Nipple", "Left Nipple", "Ear", "Cartilidge" ]>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <<button "Add Random Piercing">> <<set _piercing = _allPiercings.random() >> <<set _specialCases = ["Ear", "Cartilidge"]>> <<if _specialCases.contains(_piercing)>> <<set _ear = _ears.random()>> <<if _piercing == "Ear">> <<set _piercingTypes = ["single", "double", "triple"]>> <<set $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'ear'] = _piercingTypes.random()>> <</if>> <<if _piercing == "Cartilidge">> <<set _piercingTypes = ["helix", "industrial", "orbital", "tragus"]>> <<set $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'cartilage'] = _piercingTypes.random()>> <</if>> <<set $Body.piercings.pushUnique(_ear + " " + _piercing)>> <<run console.log(`Adding Piercing: ${ _ear + " " + _piercing}`)>> <<else>> <<set $Body.piercings.pushUnique(_piercing)>> <<run console.log("Adding Piercing: ", _piercing)>> <</if>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> */ <h2>States:</h2> <div class="cards"> <<button "Tired">> <<state tired>> <<face tired>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Aroused">> <<state aroused>> <<face aroused>> /*<<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>>*/ <</button>> <<button "Sick">> <<state sick>> <<face sick>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Hungover">> <<state hungover>> <<face drunk>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Drunk">> <<state drunk>> <<face drunk>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "All States">> <<state hungover sick tired aroused>> <<face sick>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Healthy">> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Normal">> <<state reset>> <<face happy>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Rested">> <<state rested>> <<face happy>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Disgusted">> <<state disgusted>> <<face happy>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> <h2>Remove Single State:</h2> <div> <<button "Tired">> <<stateRemove tired>> <</button>> <<button "Exhausted">> <<stateRemove exhausted>> <</button>> <<button "Aroused">> <<stateRemove aroused>> <</button>> <<button "Sick">> <<stateRemove sick>> <</button>> <<button "Hungover">> <<stateRemove hungover>> <</button>> <<button "Rested">> <<stateRemove rested>> <</button>> <<button "Disgusted">> <<stateRemove disgusted>> <</button>> <<button "Improve All States">> <<improveState>> <</button>> </div> <h2>Facial Expressions:</h2> <div class="cards"> <<button "Normal">> <<face normal>> <</button>> <<button "Ahego">> <<face ahego>> <</button>> <<button "Angry">> <<face angry>> <</button>> <<button "Aroused">> <<face aroused>> <</button>> <<button "Confused">> <<face confused>> <</button>> <<button "Crying">> <<face crying>> <</button>> <<button "Drunk">> <<face drunk>> <</button>> <<button "Happy">> <<face happy>> <</button>> <<button "High">> <<face high>> <</button>> <<button "Hurt1">> <<face hurt1>> <</button>> <<button "Hurt2">> <<face hurt2>> <</button>> <<button "Mischevious">> <<face mischievous>> <</button>> <<button "Sad">> <<face sad>> <</button>> <<button "Shock">> <<face shock>> <</button>> <<button "Sick">> <<face sick>> <</button>> <<button "Tired">> <<face tired>> <</button>> <<button "Worried">> <<face worried>> <</button>> </div> <h2>Personality:</h2> <<if ndef $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base = 0>> <</if>> <p> <div>Stable:</div> <span id="Stable"><<= $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<replace #Stable>>$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<replace #Stable>>$Stats.Traits['Stable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Suggestible:</div> <span id="Suggestible"><<= $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<replace #Suggestible>>$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<replace #Suggestible>>$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Sophisticated:</div> <span id="Sophisticated"><<= $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<replace #Sophisticated>>$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<replace #Sophisticated>>$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Confident:</div> <span id="Confident"><<= $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<replace #Confident>>$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<replace #Confident>>$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Risky:</div> <span id="Risky"><<= $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<replace #Risky>>$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<replace #Risky>>$Stats.Traits['Risky'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Easy:</div> <span id="Easy"><<= $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<replace #Easy>>$Stats.Traits['Easy'].value<</replace>> /* <<skillChecked "Easy">> */ <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<replace #Easy>>$Stats.Traits['Easy'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Excitable:</div> <span id="Excitable"><<= $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<replace #Excitable>>$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<replace #Excitable>>$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Attractiveness:</div> <span id="Attractiveness"><<= $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<replace #Attractiveness>>$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Attractiveness -->> <<replace #Attractiveness>>$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value<</replace>> <</link>> </p> <h2>Skills:</h2> <p> <div>Discipline:</div> <span id="discipline"><<print $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<replace #discipline>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<replace #discipline>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Deception:</div> <span id="deception"><<print $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<replace #deception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Deception -->> <<replace #deception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Athletics:</div> <span id="athletics"><<print $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<replace #athletics>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Athletics -->> <<replace #athletics>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Coordination:</div> <span id="coordination"><<print $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<replace #coordination>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Coordination -->> <<replace #coordination>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Investigation:</div> <span id="investigation"><<print $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<replace #investigation>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Investigation -->> <<replace #investigation>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Learning:</div> <span id="learning"><<print $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<replace #learning>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Learning -->> <<replace #learning>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Perception:</div> <span id="perception"><<print $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<replace #perception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Perception -->> <<replace #perception>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Performance:</div> <span id="performance"><<print $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<replace #performance>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Performance -->> <<replace #performance>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Social:</div> <span id="social"><<print $Stats.Skills['Social'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<replace #social>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Social'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Social -->> <<replace #social>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Social'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Wiles:</div> <span id="wiles"><<print $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<replace #wiles>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<Stats Wiles -->> <<replace #wiles>> <<= $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <p> <div>Wealth:</div> <span id="wealth"><<print $CC.wealth>></span> <<link "+">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $CC.wealth++>> <<replace #wealth>> <<= $CC.wealth >> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "-">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $CC.wealth-->> <<replace #wealth>> <<= $CC.wealth >> <</replace>> <</link>> </p> <h2>Looks:</h2> <p> <div>braless:</div> <<listbox "$Body.braless" autoselect>> <<option "Yes" true>> <<option "No" false>> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>undies:</div> <<listbox "$Body.undies" autoselect>> <<option "Commando" "Commando">> <<option "Thongs" "Thongs">> <<option "Bikini-style" "Bikini-style">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>pubes:</div> <<listbox "$Body.pubes" autoselect>> <<option "Bald" "bald">> <<option "Line" "strip">> <<option "Bikini" "bikini">> <<option "Trimmed" "trimmed">> <<option "Bush" "bush">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> </p> <h2>Others:</h2> <p> <div>Freetime:</div> <<listbox "$CC.freetime" autoselect>> <<option "barn" "barn">> <<option "helper" "helper">> <<option "vandal" "vandal">> <<option "home" "home">> <<option "church" "church">> <<option "partier" "partier">> <<option "gang" "gang">> <<option "volunteer" "volunteer">> <<option "sporty" "sporty">> <<option "beach" "beach">> <<option "club" "club">> <<option "tailgate" "tailgate">> <<option "outdoors" "outdoors">> <<script>>state.display(state.active.title, null, "back")<</script>> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div> School Interest:</div> <<listbox "$CC.schoolinterest" autoselect>> <<option "boys" "boys">> <<option "power" "power">> <<option "new" "new">> <<option "people" "people">> <<option "free" "free">> <<option "active" "active">> <<option "power" "power">> <<option "books" "books">> <<option "trouble" "trouble">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> <div>Clique:</div> <<listbox "$CC.clique" autoselect>> <<option "Sports" "Sports">> <<option "Nerd" "Nerd">> <<option "Alpha" "Alpha">> <<option "Rebel" "Rebel">> <<option "Prude" "Prude">> <</listbox>> </p> <p> </p> </div> <h2>Sex Skills:</h2> <<DisplaySexSkillLevels true>> <h2>Ethnicity</h2> <div> <<button "White">> <<set $Body.skin = "white">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Black">> <<set $Body.skin = "black">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Golden">> <<set $Body.skin = "golden">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Olive">> <<set $Body.skin = "olive">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Fair">> <<set $Body.skin = "fair">> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> <h2>Traits</h2> <div> <<button "Fantastic Tits">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("tits")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Amazing Ass">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("ass")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Striking Eyes">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("eyes")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'face')>> <</button>> <<button "Perfect Smile">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("smile")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'face')>> <</button>> <<button "Actor-level Bone Structure">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("face")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'face')>> <</button>> <<button "Modelesque Legs">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("legs")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "An Ineffable Charm">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("charm")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Smoky Voice">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("voice")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Easy, Unwavering Fitness">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> <<button "Remove all">> <<set $hasCheated = true>> <<set $Stats.BodyTraits = []>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> <br><br><br> <<link "Back">> <<if State.history.length gt 2>> <<set _target = State.history[State.history.length - 2].title>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run Engine.play(_target)>> <</if>> <</link>> <br><br> <small>Thanks @AnerisX for shared baseline and inspiration!</small>
<img class="image" src="img/Blue_Swallow.png" /> Set the variables you need here. <<set $bodies = [1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15]>> /* Unchanged for now */ <<set $bodiesDetails = new Map([[]])>> /* Unchanged for now */ /* $sexcount + $kinkNum + $num need to all be looked at with these */ <<set $testArray = []>> <<run $testArray.push({ name: 'bob', title: 'dad'})>> <<run $testArray.push({ name: 'emily', title: 'mom'})>> <<run $testArray.push('hello')>> <<set $Inventory = []>> <<set $Stats = { Traits : { 'Confident' : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, 'Easy' : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, 'Excitable' : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, 'Attractiveness' : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, 'Risky' : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, 'Sophisticated' : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, 'Stable' : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, 'Suggestible' : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, }, Skills : { "Athletics" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Coordination" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Deception" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Discipline" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, "Investigation" : { value: 0, exp: -100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, "Learning" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Perception" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Performance" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: -10, temp: 0 }, "Social" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, "Wiles" : { value: 0, exp: 100, base: 10, temp: 0 }, }, Kinks : [], BodyTraits : [], SexSkills : ["Great Intercourse"], }>> <<set $Body = { braless : false, eyes : "", piercings : [], piercingStyle : {}, pubes : "bikini line", tattoos : [], skin : "", state : ["healthy"], style : "", tits: "", undies : [], /* array and string */ virgin: true, vCard: { gender: "M" } }>> <<set $People = { "GY" : { Alina: { name: 'Alina', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lily: { name: 'Lily', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Masenna: { name: 'Masenna', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sofia: { name: 'Sofia', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bekkah: { name: 'Bekkah', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Rian: { name: 'Rian', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UN" : { Roommate : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, SoroSister : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Boyfriend : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, }>> <<set $CC = { actPath : 0, adoptive : "", age : 0, activity : "", attempt : false, attemptBig : false, bank : 0, barnTime : 0, barnDrink : false, barnDrugs : false, barnLocation : false, barnMusic : false, barnPeople : false, barnSurprise : false, BC : "", bodies : [], /* ?? */ clique : "", chellaDirect : false, chellaDetect : false, chellaSneak : false, conception : 0, dad : 0, danceStyles : [], DName : "", EDName : "", father : "", fertile : 0, firstDay : "", friend1 : "", freetime : "club", Feyes : "", Fhair : "", FhairStyle : "", Fheight : 0, Flooks : 0, Ftrait : 0, FFName : "", FFsex : "", FFpeople : 0, FFlocation : 0, FFmusic : 0, FFdrink : 0, FFdrugs : 0, FFsurprise : 0, grooming : 0, gymScore : 0, hometown : "WA", height : 0, inherited : [], HSBC : 20, hsv : "job", kinknum : 0, /* Didn't update */ labelReaction : 0, looks : 0, maleAttention : 0, maleReaction : 2, makeIt : 0, memories : [], MName : "", Mhair : "", Mheight : 0, Mlooks : 0, Mtrait : 0, Meyes : "", mom : 1, mother : "family", name : "", num : 0, /* Didn't update */ opening : "", parents : "hurt", position : 0, schoolinterest : "", spoiled : false, sexuality : 0, surname : "", traits: [], wealth : 3, }>> <<set $HS = { ava : 0, addictionLv : 0, bandWin : 0, bandName : "", bandCohesion : false, chair : "", college: 0, compHungover : false, compWin : 0, cosplay : false, costume : "elder", dropOut : false, firstOptions : {}, gapYear : 0, label : false, media : 0, modelHire : 0, musicOriginal : false, /* Never checked, delete? */ paddyHU : "", postGrad : "", promDate : "", promDress : 2, promWin : 0, sales : 0, SMfollowers : 0, soloist : false, soloSuccess : 0, testScore : 0, twitchWin : 0, twitchOpenLoss : false, twitchCosWin : 0, twitchFifth : "", vol : 0, }>> <<set $GY = { friend : "", joinedIn : false, knows : false, native : false, nativeStyle : "", repatriated : false, swissTrysts : 0, tiktok : false, wife : false, }>> <<set $PG = { boysSex : false, }>> <<set $ACTI = { followed : false, goOut : "", oops : false, search : 0, target : "", ticket : 0, }>> <<set $UN = { ADP : 0, CBC : 0, clothes : "", DDD : 0, DZ : 0, extracurricular : "", GDI : false, GPA : 0, greek : "", KKG : 0, KD : 0, major : "", newFirst : "", notFirst : false, present : "", professor : false, rush : false, rushed : [], sex : "", test : 0, XO : 0, }>> /* Constant Variables */ <<set setup.rushOptions = ['XO', 'DDD', 'KKG', 'KD', 'DZ', 'ADP']>> <<set setup.LezFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "asked permission to cum.", "did amazing things with her fingers.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until her came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "was incredible with her tongue.", "came so quick, made me feel like a god.", "preferred cuddling.", "used a strap-on.", "had a gorgeous pussy.", "had an incredible set of tits.", "had eyes I could swim in.", "had incredible hair.", "left me with pubes in my teeth.", "tasted awful.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when she was high.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "came quick.", "couldn't really get it up.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when he was high.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "treated me like a fleshlight.", "went multiple rounds, multiple times.", "lasted til it hurt.", "preferred doggy.", "wanted me on top.", "asked permission to cum.", "enjoyed fucking my tits.", "had a giant dick.", "had a tiny dick.", "did amazing things with his fingers.", "was incredible with his tongue.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until he came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "never cleaned his cock.", ]>> <<set setup.People = { generic1: { name: 'Levi', title: "was a sweet, but nerdy guy from Computer Class.", gender: 'M', caption: "Levi from Computer class"}, generic2: { name: 'Owen', title: "an upper classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "upper classman"}, generic3: { name: 'Asher', title: "an under classman.", gender: 'M', caption: "under classman"}, generic4: { name: 'Carl', title: "from my class.", gender: 'M', caption: "from HS"}, generic5: { name: 'Owen', title: "from our sister school.", gender: 'M', caption: "from another HS"}, }>> <<if true == true>> <<run setup.People.peteyyy = { name: 'Petey', title: "I landed my first crush.", gender: 'M', caption: "first crush" }>> <</if>> And then skip directly to where I need to go here! <br><br> [[Visit this for Doll.|CC013 - FinalForm2]] <br> [[Edit this in _Debugging.tw so you jump to the correct passage|CC020 - HSVs]] <br><br> [[Default start: CC001 - Origin ➡️|CC001 - Origin]] <<set $Inventory.push("KEK", "MindSave", "TESTTTYYY")>> <<print $testArray.find((a) => a.name ? a.name === 'emilyY' : a === 'hello') ? true : false>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Jacob Bautista" M "Connected Manilan who had me as a gift from Datu and the club.">> <<pregCheck "Jacob Bautista" M>> <<set $boolTest = false>> <<set $boolTest = random(0,1)>> <<print $boolTest>> <<if $boolTest>> <<print 'hi'>> <</if>> <br> Testing Includes! <<set $testArr = [1,2,3]>> <<print !$testArr.includes(1)>> <br> <<addBody "Dummy I hated" M>> <<addBody "Katie" F "Katie, my Queen">> <<set _bodyTitle = "test" + $CC.parents + ", my Prom date.">> <<addBody $Body.vCard $CC.hometown _bodyTitle $CC.freetime>> <<run $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Katie").family = true>> <<if $bodies.find(({ family }) => family)>> I found the boddyyyyy <<else>> I didn't find the body. <</if>> <br> Testy Testy <<Stats Coordination>> <<Stats Coordination -->> <<Stats Coordination += 5>> <<Stats Coordination>> <<Stats Coordination = 0>> <br> <br> <<vCardCheck testBody M "testBodyDesc" "testBodyDesc" " ">> <br> <div id="test"> <<crossroads #test>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> Do this show <<blocked>> IAMBLOCKED <<contents>> YE <<path>> uH-OH <<contents>> Nah <<path>> PERMABLOCKED <<hidden $bodies.length lt 20>> <<contents>> UNREACHABLE UNSEEEN <</crossroads>> </div> <<outfit "promDress" + $HS.promDress>> <<state tired sick aroused hungover>> <<print visited("next")>> <br> Can I get the length of bodies like this : <<print $bodies.length>> <br> <<if true>> yeehaww <</if>> <br> <<listbox "$lbanswer" autoselect>> <<option "Towel">> <<option "π" 3.14159>> <<option 42>> <<option 69>> <<option "∞" Infinity>> <</listbox>> <div id="testDisplay"> <<include liveDisplay>> </div> <<image framed "uni.class.png">> <<image framed "a1.building.png">> <<if false ? false : true>> true, ternary works <<else>> false, ternary works <</if>> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).one(":passagerender", function (event) { $(event.content).find("#listbox-lbanswer").on("change", function (event) { $("#testDisplay").empty().wiki("<<include liveDisplay>>").fadeIn(500); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >> <br> <br> [[next|next]] [[next2|next2]]
Hello <<face angry>> <<state tired>> <<set $num = 2>> <<set $kinknum = 2>> <<sexSkillsSetup 3>> <<intro>> It had been a //crazy// year. I hadn't expected it to be as freaky as it was. <<kinks>> And through the sexcapades, I realized I liked: <<skills>> And I think I had gotten a bit better<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> at<</if>>: <<onDone>> <</sexSkillsSetup>> <br><br> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> <<set $newVar = "Tommy">> <<set $newVar2 = "Tommy2">> <<if Array("Coach Vovk", "Carlos", "Barkewitcz", "DJ Eros", "Rod", "Hull", "Mark", $newVar, "Larry", "Arvin", "Uncle Tom", "Ava", "Marco", "Tyler").includes($newVar2)>> I'M IN THE ARRAY <<else>> I'M NOT IN THE ARRAY <</if>> /* <<print previous() is "Debugging">> <<if previous() is "Debugging">> "Dammmm this works well" (true) <<else>> Or nah <</if>> */ <<print visited("next")>> <<if visited("next") lte 1>> If I see this I dont gotta update ish <<else>> If I see this I got work 2 do. <</if>> [[next|next2]]
Hello again <<face ahego>> /* <<print previous() is "Debugging">> <<if previous() is "Debugging">> Or nah (true) <<else>> I should hit this for real <</if>> */ <<print visited("next")>> <<if visited("next") lte 1>> If I see this I dont gotta update ish <<else>> If I see this I got work 2 do. <</if>> <div id="yeet"> /* */ </div> <<button testy>> <<replace #yeet>> <<set _testVar = true>> <<include liveDisplay>> <</replace>> <</button>>
<<animation FirstSex>> <<animation LesbianFirstSex>>
<<print $lbanswer>> <<if _testVar>> yerrrrr, temp var + include works <</if>>
<<if visited("M001 - Honeytrap")>> <<if $Dossier.dossierCheck !== true>> <<set $Dossier.dossierCheck = true>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _reportavail = 0>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu") && !$Reports.includes("Datu")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nestor") && !$Reports.includes("Nestor")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino") && !$Reports.includes("Nino")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado") && !$Reports.includes("Cornado")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Jacob Bautista") && !$Reports.includes("Jacob")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum") && !$Reports.includes("Callum")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Prince Sallah") && !$Reports.includes("Prince")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Bona's Escort") && !$Reports.includes("Escort")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - BonaDateCas") && !$Reports.includes("Casimir")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $clubSurveill == "passive" && !$Reports.includes("Surveil")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<if $clubSurveill == "active" && !$Reports.includes("Surveil")>> <<set _reportavail += 2>> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - BE_Setup") == true && visited("M002 - BigEvent") == false && !$Reports.includes("BigEvent_Setup")>> <<set _reportavail += 3>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE003 - Mikati") && !$Reports.includes("Big Event")>> <<set _reportavail += 3>> <</if>> <<if visited("") && !Reports.includes("Night with Nino")>> <<set _reportavail += 2>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE010 - Club_Infil") && !$Reports.includes("Backroom")>> <<set _reportavail += 3>> <</if>> <<if visited("BE010 - Live_Party") && !$Reports.includes("Makati")>> <<set _reportavail ++>> <</if>> <<set _baseHeightToWeight = { "2": 180, "1": 160, "0": 140, "-1": 120, "-2": 100 }>> <<set _weightVar = _baseHeightToWeight[`${$CC.height}`]>> <<if $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value == 3>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Athletics"].value gt 3>> <<set _weightVar += 10>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 2>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 2>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value == 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 8>> <<elseif $Stats.Skills["Discipline"].value gt 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 12>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age == 0>> <<set _weightVar -= 20>> <<elseif $Body.age == 1>> <<set _weightVar -= 15>> <<elseif $Body.age == 5>> <<set _weightVar += 5>> <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> <<set _weightVar -= 25>> <<elseif $Body.age == -2>> <<set _weightVar -= 30>> <<elseif $Body.age == 2>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <<elseif $Body.age == 3>> <<set _weightVar -= 5>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set _weightVar -= 10>> <</if>> <<if _weightVar gt 200>> <<set _weightVar = 200>> <<elseif _weightVar lt 85>> <<set _weightVar = 80>> <</if>> <<if $Body.bust == 0>> <<set $Body.bust = random(30,34)>> <<if $Body.tits is "medium">> <<set $Body.bust ++>> <<elseif $Body.tits is "large">> <<set $Body.bust += 2>> <<elseif $Body.tits is "extralarge">> <<set $Body.bust += 4>> <<elseif $Body.tits is "huge">> <<set $Body.bust += 6>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.waist == 0>> <<set $Body.waist = random(22,28)>> <<if $Body.height == 0>> <<set $Body.waist ++>> <<elseif $Body.height == 1>> <<set $Body.waist += 2>> <<elseif $Body.height == 2>> <<set $Body.waist += 3>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $Body.hips == 0>> <<set $Body.hips = random(32,36)>> <<if $Body.height == 0>> <<set $Body.hips ++>> <<elseif $Body.height == 1>> <<set $Body.hips += 2>> <<elseif $Body.height == 2>> <<set $Body.hips += 3>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _basicRedacted = !$CC.name && !$CC.surname>> <br><br> <<Doll portrait dossierPersonal default>> //Name//: <<print $CC.surname>>, <<print $CC.name>> <br> //Born//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $CC.month>>-<<print $CC.day>>-<<print $CC.year>><<else>><<redacted false>><<print $CC.month>>-<<print $CC.day>>-<<print $CC.year>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Mother's Name//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<redacted true>>CONFIDENTIAL CONFIDENTIAL<</redacted>><<else>><<redacted true>>CONFIDENTIAL<</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Father's Name//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $CC.DName>> <<if $CC.dad == 1>><<print $CC.surname>><<else>> Sloane<</if>><<else>><<redacted false>><<print $CC.DName>><<if $CC.dad == 1>> <<print $CC.surname>><<else>> Sloane<</if>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Hometown//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $CC.hometownName>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown, somewhere">><<print $CC.hometownName>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> <br> //Ethnicity//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $CC.ethnicity>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><<print $CC.ethnicity>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Height//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $Body.realHeight>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><<print $Body.realHeight>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> //Weight//: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print _weightVar>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted>><<print _weightVar>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> Eye Color: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $Body.eyes>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><<print $Body.eyes>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> Hair Color: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $Body.hair>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><<print $Body.hair>><</redacted>><</if>> <br> Measurements: <<if $readDossier == true>><<print $Body.bust>><<if $Body.tits == "small">>A<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>B<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>C<<elseif $Body.tits == "extralarge">>D<<elseif $Body.tits == "huge">>EE<</if>>-<<print $Body.waist>>-<<print $Body.hips>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">>34A-26-35<</redacted>><</if>> <br> <br> <<IdentifyingFeatures>>/* Widget for Piercings, Tattoos and Personality */ <br> <br> Education: <<if $readDossier == true>><<if $HS.dropOut == true || $HS.grad == "fail">>Partial American High School<<elseif visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>American University. <<if $Memories.includes("Failed College")>>Incomplete.<<else>><<print $UN.major>> Degree. <<print $UN.GPA>> GPA<</if>><<else>>American High School. <<if $HS.testScore gte 10>>National Merit Scholar.<<elseif $HS.testScore gt 8>>AP Student.<<elseif $HS.testScore gt 6>>Honors Student.<<elseif $HS.testScore lt 4>>Remedial Student.<<else>>Academics Un-notable.<</if>> <</if>> -- <<redacted true>>asopdoask aosk<</redacted>><<else>><<redacted true>>SCHOOL RESULT<</redacted>> -- <<redacted true>>asopdoask aosk<</redacted>><</if>> <br> <br> <bs-redacted> Consectetur libero id faucibus nisl tincidunt eget nullam non nisi. A arcu cursus vitae congue mauris rhoncus aenean vel elit. Augue interdum velit euismod in pellentesque massa placerat. Convallis convallis tellus id interdum velit laoreet id donec. <br> <br> Urna duis convallis convallis tellus id interdum velit laoreet. </bs-redacted> <br><br> <<cycleTracker>>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> Note - Excerpts from the personal diary of <<print $CC.name>><<print $CC.surname>>. <br><br> <br><br> <div class="handwritten"> Dear Diary, <br><br> Today $CC.MName<<if $CC.mom == 0>>, my //mom//(?!?!?),<</if>> fucking. GROUNDED. me. I tried going to <<print $CC.DName>>, but <<if $CC.dad == 0>>ya know. Not being my dad and all, he just told me to talk with her.<<else>> apparently dad doesn't wear the pants.<</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Social'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSoc == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>>I dunno. It just seems like people are always smiling when I talk to them. Makes me feel good.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>>I'm glad I feel comfortable around people. I see how awkward other people can be and it's got to feel so lonely.<<else>>I wish I didn't feel so...disconnected from people. I don't want to be standing by and watching, but it's all I feel comfortable doing. Meeting people is scary.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedAth == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>Fit as fuck, boi.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>>It feels nice taking care of myself. More energy and whatever. Plus, looking in the mirror in the bathroom is a confidence booster!<<else>>Why do people go to the gym? It seems so dumb to wear yourself out and just have to shower afterwards.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedLea == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>>I've always wondered how I'd do on Jeopardy. Maybe someday.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>>I'm pretty okay with what's between my ears. No dummy, but I'm also not some nerd.<<else>>School has always made me feel dumb. Really encouraging to try harder getting those bad grades, amirite?<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedDec == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 3>>So...the lies are getting kind of out of control. But as long as I keep them straight, I ''should'' get away with it.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>>My heart is still in my throat. I can't __believe__ I got away with that.<<else>>Ugh. I wish I didn't blush when I tried to lie. I mean, it's not //hurting// anyone!<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> I thought that <<print $CC.friend1>> would get it, but maybe it's the guy-girl thing...won't go to //him// for comfort and understanding in the future. And definitely not the other Boys. I have other friends. It's fine. [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedWil == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>>and all it took was a look! Mayyybe I let him think I meant something, but I didn't clearly. Cuz I didn't do a damn thing.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>>It's just a little tease. A promise of something that //might// be. Doesn't hurt anyone.<<else>>So, I got called a cocktease. I turned bright red. I'm //never// doing ''that'' again.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedInv == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 3>>It's not __my__ fault that they left it out. It's not like I was snooping. If I ''snooped'', I would have learned every, single, dirty detail!<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>>It's kinda crazy what you can find on the internet. Just put in some effort, couple keystrokes, and bam. I'll figure that shit out.<<else>>My eyes just kinda glazed over. I couldn't be bothered to dig through all those reference books.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedCoo == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>>It was a dare! And not my fault that //he// slipped on the rock and broke his arm and I didn't. Serves him right.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>>I think I'm finally getting good at hacky sack!<<else>>I hate that I keep tripping over my own feet. Literally can't walk and chew gum. Ugh.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedDis == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>>I just turned off my phone. I didn't even want the possibility of someone trying to break my concentration.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>>I decided against going tonight, I had work to do.<<else>>The work will get done. Eventually.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedPer == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3>>That guy who's always around? I actually caught his name: Nate. Now who the fuck __is__ he?<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>>So, I got a little curious today. There's a 'family friend' that has dropped by from time to time, but...other family friends? I get introduced to.<<else>>I didn't see the stop sign! Like literally. So how can I get a ticket for that? Not. My. Fault.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedPrf == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>>I think I have 'it'. Whatever 'it' is. I'm not being snobby or whatever, but like...I start to do something, people watch.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>>Getting up in front of the class today wasn't as bad as I thought.<<else>>Oof. I don't know how streamers do it. SO many eyes on you.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> $CC.FName was giving me a cold shoulder all of a sudden. I don't get it. Jealous all of a sudden? She'll get over herself eventually. Friends 4 eva, right? [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSug == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>>I had already taken the test, so I didn't see the harm in it. He said he's return the favor next time, so I let him know what the questions were.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>>I don't know if he thought he was going to get something past me or maybe was just being dumb, but I figured I'd help him anyway.<<else>>Ava called me today. Voicemail about needing something. Nuh-uh, girly. Not fallin' for that one.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedStb == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>>So. I don't get why everyone is losing their shit? It'll all be fine.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>>I'm not going to flip out. Just breathe, <<print $CC.name>>. Breathe.<<else>>I think I'm having a panic attack. I don't even know why. I can barely hold this pen.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSop == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 3>>IDK why she hasn't upgraded her phone. I already pre-ordered.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>>Just finished my vision board. I don't care if people say it's impossible. I'm gonna //have// these things.<<else>>A little embarassed, but I'll get over it. I still had the tag on the dress and was //totally// called out.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedCon == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>>It's a won bet. I don't know why she even made it. I'm not backing down, bitch.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>So, I walked up and straight up asked her to her face. Got the answer I expected. And that's all that matters.<<else>>I hate. ''Hate''. //HATE//. Getting called on. I didn't raise my hand. Pick someone else.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedEas == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 4>>It's not slutty if you like it. I enjoy it. Why make a big deal out of it?<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>>Cheating sounds so...prescriptive! We weren't really a thing. Too much baggage for me. See ya!<<else>>I grabbed his hand RIGHT there. I knew where he was trying to go. No, sir.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedRis == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3>>I really think the whole STD thing is overblown. Not been a problem for me, which only proves my point!<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>>I slipped the note. It fell on the floor, but I got away with it.<<else>>There's this whole like TikTok challenge thing going around. Sounds crazy to me. I heard some kid //died// doing it.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedExc == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 3>>I tried it. So what. It was new and I didn't want to be the only one not doing it.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>Presents are tomorrrrrowww! I love the wait. I hate the wait.<<else>>Everyone's losing their shit over Timmy Chalamet. I don't get it.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> [...]<br> /* $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value (max 6) */ <<if $Dossier.testedAtt == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>Okay. I'm not an idiot. I know I'm hot.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>And here I thought having to ask for Sadie Hawkins would be hard. That was an easy 'yes'!<<else>>Yeah. Those are tears. I thought <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">>she<<else>>he<</if>> liked me but...UGLY?! I'm gonna go kill myself.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>> </div> <br><br> <b>E.R.O.S. Mental Evaluation:</b> <br> <<if $readDossier == true>> Conducted by: Alice <<redacted _basicRedacted>>UNKNOWN<</redacted>> <br><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSug == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 5>>CONCERN: Highly motivated by emotional pressure. UPSIDE: Could reinforce her legend and endear her to marks.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>>Highly malleable personality. Useful operationally, but double-edged should it be manipulated -- as has been done prior.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>>Given to directional pressure, useful in handling.<<else>>Potential iconoclast. Resistant to outside influence, which could be useful in maintaining self, but might be difficult to control.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedStb == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 5>>Resilient mentality that seems especially geared to the difficult and highly stressful situation being asked of her. Potential future use as an agent.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 3>>Maintains sense of self and clarity of mind with ease. Probably able to endure decidedly extreme conditions and situations.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1>>Notable ability to contain her reactions to situations. Only moderate risk expected in the current climate.<<else>>Highly unstable personality. Frayed nerves and facile emotional undercurrent. Massive risk to the current undertaking.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSop == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 5>>Refined tastes and expectations from life situate her well under her legend, but may prove difficult to overcome in expected environs.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 3>>Culture and upbringing set her apart from the normal women who inhabit target environment. Could be a benefit or detriment. To be determined.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>>Bearing and lifestyle seem perfectly in line with her legend. Will be a desired quantity and quality.<<else>>Will fit in well with the typical personality that inhabits the target's world.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedCon == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 5>>Self-assured to the point of cockiness. Perfect quality to undergo the mission, but might lack the awareness to avoid unnecessary risks.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 3>>Belief in self is high. Won't abandon the mission unnecessarily.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>Assertive personality. Will make new situations easy to adapt to.<<else>>Lack of poise worrisome. Potential mission abandonment and lack of ability to take on new, frightening situations highly likely.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedEas == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 5>>Treats herself as a sexual creature with incredibly low inhibitions. Lowers value to the target, but might prove to make an incredibly easy insertion.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>>Doesn't make sex precious. Lacks standards. No concern that situations will escalate out of her ability to adapt.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>>Shows aptitude towards sexual freedom which will be highly necessary.<<else>>High sexual standards and inhibitions. Massive risk to the mission, could potentially be DOA.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedRis == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 5>>Invincibility complex. Likely will endeavor far past necessary boundaries, which will bring bodily risk to the mission, but never endanger her forward momentum.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 3>>Highly impulsive. Will not put self-preservation over the mission.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>>Aggressive personality type. Enjoys challenges and will likely take to the situation easily.<<else>>Self-preservation focused. High concern in her ability to infiltrate and execute mission requirements.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedExc == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 5>>Cluster B personality. Erratic and highly suspect in ability to maintain focus and reliability.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 3>>Volatile personality that seeks out novelty to the point of excess. Certainly will encounter novelty in droves. Potential non-issue.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>ADHD? A bit frenetic, but poses no concerns to the mission.<<else>>CONCERN: Personality does not seem at all suited to the high-energy, unstable mission. Will have trouble adapting to the frenetic underworld.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> <<else>> <bs-redacted> Contrary to popular belief, Lorem Ipsum is not simply random text. <br><br> It has roots in a piece of classical Latin literature from 45 BC, making it over 2000 years old. <br><br> Richard McClintock, a Latin professor at Hampden-Sydney College in Virginia, looked up one of the more obscure Latin words, consectetur, from a Lorem Ipsum passage, and going through the cites of the word in classical literature, discovered the undoubtable source. <br><br> Lorem Ipsum comes from sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 of "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" (The Extremes of Good and Evil) by Cicero, written in 45 BC. <br><br> This book is a treatise on the theory of ethics, very popular during the Renaissance. <br><br> The first line of Lorem Ipsum, "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..", comes from a line in section 1.10.32. <br><br> The standard chunk of Lorem Ipsum used since the 1500s is reproduced here for those interested. <br><br> Sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 from "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" by Cicero are also reproduced in their exact original form, accompanied by English versions from the 1914 translation by H. Rackham. </bs-redacted> <</if>> <br><br> <b>E.R.O.S. Physical Evaluation:</b> <br> <<if $readDossier == true>> Conducted by: Nathan <<redacted _basicRedacted>>UNKNOWN<</redacted>> Alice <<redacted _basicRedacted>>UNKNOWN<</redacted>> <br><br><br> /* $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value (max 6) */ <<if $Dossier.testedAtt == true>><<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>Unquestionable superiority of appearance. An uncanny and instinctive desire draws you to her. High value to the mission: her appeal will make it a certainty that she will be acquired, though potentially to the point of conflict.<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>Good sexual appeal. Viewed as just within attainability. Her presence will not raise flags but will be exciting and interesting.<<else>>CONCERN: Lack of attraction will likely make infiltration to the inner circle difficult, if not impossible.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Social'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedSoc == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 5>>Massively skilled at interpersonal relations. A natural likeability and understanding of human nature. High value skill.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>>Well-acquainted with developing kinship and maintaining relationships. Well-suited for field agent.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>>Has some proclivity for developing personal bonds. CONCERN: May not be able to navigate nuanced or difficult persons.<<else>>Next to no personal skills. Unless her other skills and talents can make up for this deficiency, likely a non-starter.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedAth == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 5>>Displays incredibly athleticism. Agent-level qualifications for fieldwork. Will be integral to undercover work.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>Developed physical abilities that will likely allow for sufficient undercover work.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>>Basic competency for physical operations. CONCERN: High-risk or novel situations undercover may prove to be too difficult.<<else>>Lacking nearly any athleticism. Doubtful to be able to take on undercover work with any chance of reasonable success.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedLea == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 5>>Font of knowledge. Displays incredible aptitude for acquiring and retaining information. Incredible utility across a number of disciplines.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>>Well-read and likely high IQ. Confident in her ability to track down and retain information.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>>Shows some aptitude for higher-level thought and comprehension. CONCERN: Ability to retain and deliver information without the use of tools.<<else>>Dumb as a fucking sack of bricks. WARNING: Do not entrust or expect any sort of informational gathering and retention from her.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedDec == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 5>>Facile with the art of deception. EROS-quality skill. Incredibly high-value and unexpected.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 3>>Proven to be more capable at lying and misdirection than originally believed. Will prove to be a critical skill going forward.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>>Basic understanding of deception. Will need to refine, but has a baseline enough to begin work.<<else>>WARNING: Lacks any ability to lie or misdirect. Likely will blow cover. Plan for worst-case scenarios ASAP.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedWil == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 5>>Absolute Honeytrap. Displays an understanding of the sexual manipulation to a level of training expected for a natural EROS agent. Keenly important and big win.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 3>>A natural tease and manipulator. Well-suited for the environment and expected encounters. High-value.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 1>>Competent at using her feminine charms at extracting and encouraging. Will need development.<<else>>CONCERN: Does not understand how to manipulate others utilizing sex and its promise. May still succeed but may have to be more directly available and require more from herself than otherwise necessary.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedInv == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 5>>Incredible sense of deduction. Gestalts naturally and will be able to passively understand situations and uncover knowledge on the fly. Superb trait!<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 3>>Developed sense of integrating the whole from the pieces and has some passive awareness. Quick study and instinctive approach. High-value skill.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>>Understands how to dig for what she's looking for. Unrefined, but potentially enough of a jumping-off point for success.<<else>>WARNING: Lacking basic awareness. Will overlook necessary details and may prove to be a risk to herself.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedCoo == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 5>>Definite field operator-level of agility. Can handle multiple things at once with a natural ease. Impressive.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>>Well-developed balance and hand-eye coordination. Should be able to acquit herself well in most situations.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>>Fundamental alignment of body and mind. Will serve, but might prove to be too unqualified for difficult and nuanced activity.<<else>>WARNING: Clumsy as fuck. Doubtless will not be able to endeavor in any situations that aren't immanently straight-forward and simple.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedDis == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 5>>Rock-solid level of personal responsibility and restraint. Might prove to be difficult to let go in the environment she will be entering, but when required to accomplish against all odds, doubtlessly capable.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 3>>Attuned self-regulation. Able to subsume personal desires under other priorities.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>>Has a general sense of duty and prioritization. Quality should lend well to interactions with the agency.<<else>>WARNING: Complete lack of discretion and leads with her heart rather than her head. Will be hard to maintain course and control.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedPer == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 5>>Takes quick and easy notes of the smallest of details. Has the capability of many EROS agents when it comes to awareness and passive perception.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 3>>Notable competency in awareness of her surroundings and ability to discern the unspoken and unseen.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>>A general consciousness of her environment and those around her. Nothing of note here, but not a worrisome trait.<<else>>CONCERN: Complete lack of situational and environmental awareness. Will undoubtedly get in over her head and have little to no takeaways from time in the field.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> /* $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value */ <<if $Dossier.testedPrf == true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 5>>Beautiful quality to her presentation. An ineffable grace, interesting quality that disarms and attracts. Can wear masks subtly or make an overt show. Commendable trait with high value.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>>Well-trained and ingrained ability to impress and astound. Likely to be an important skill for many of the interactions that she may have to endure and partake.<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>>Simple but effective ability to add to interactions -- she can embellish and flourish well enough to make an interaction or performance interesting.<<else>>Sincerely lacking in any talent. Likely going to be a hardship for her as interpersonal masking or actual performance will be expected and needed.<</if>><<else>><<redacted _basicRedacted "unknown">><</redacted>><</if>><br><br> <<else>> <bs-redacted> Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, <br><br> totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. <br><br> Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, <br><br> sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. <br><br> Neque porro quisquam est, <br><br> qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, <br><br> sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. <br><br> Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, <br><br> nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? <br><br> Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur, <br><br> vel illum qui dolorem eum fugiat quo voluptas nulla pariatur? </bs-redacted> <</if>>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>My 🤩 skills <br>and talents!</h2> Feeling: <<if $Personality.score gte 20>>A bit weirded out that I'm supposed to be some //honeypot// spy??! <<elseif $Personality.score gte 15>>I didn't care about the ''mission''. All I could think about was sex. <<elseif $Personality.score gte 10>>Liberated. Now I have an excuse to have all the sex I've always wanted to! <<elseif $Personality.score gte 5>>My brain and my body were at odds. My body was craving what my brain was hating. <<elseif $Personality.score gt 0>>Confused. Before, it felt like a conscious decision -- a //tough// decision. Now, I felt the pull to just be the 'slut' I was pretending to be. <<elseif $Personality.score is 0>>I felt at a cross-roads. Pulls in both directions. My soul and my situation potentially about to tear me apart. <<elseif $Personality.score gt -4>>I felt the old me seeping away with each day. I wouldn't be the same <<print $CC.name>> after this. <<elseif $Personality.score gt -9>>Almost falling apart whenever I think of what I need to do for this 'mission'. This isn't ''me''. <<elseif $Personality.score gt -14>>I couldn't do this anymore. Not for the country, not for my Mom, not for the //world//. I had to stop. I had to get away. <<shake>>Now<</shake>>. <<elseif $Personality.score gt -19 || $Personality.score lte -20>>Frightened by my alarm. Hating the setting sun. Constantly just wanting to hide. <</if>> <br><br> Cycle Tracker: <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<print $Body.adjustedFertilityLevel>> <<else>> <<if $CC.BC is "Pill">>Thank god for my 'Pill' alarm. <<elseif $CC.BC is "Implant">>Thank god my birth control is imbedded. <<elseif $CC.BC is "IUD">>Thank god for my IUD. <<elseif $CC.BC is "mIUD">>Thank god for my IUD. <<elseif $CC.BC is "Ring">>Thank god for the ring, mostly can forget about it. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<sexSkillsSetup 0>> <<kinks>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <br> <<skills>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>:<br> <</sexSkillsSetup>>
<h2>Wardrobe</h2> <<mixAndMatch>>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>My 🍑 hall<br> of <s>shame</s> fame</h2> <br><br> <ol id="listOfBodies"> <<for _body range $bodies>> <li> <<if _body.caption>> <<set _who = _body.caption>> <<else>> <<set _who = _body>> <</if>> <<if $bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<print `${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <<else>> <<if _body.gender && _body.gender == "F">> <<set _flavorText = setup.LezFlavor.random()>> <<else>> <<set _flavorText = setup.FuckFlavor.random()>> <</if>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _flavorText })>> <<print `${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <</if>> </li> <</for>> </ol>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>Mission Log</h2> <div class="centeredText"><b> Agent:</b> <<print $CC.surname>>, <<print $CC.name>> </div> <<Doll portrait dossierPersonal default>> <br> <b>Current Location:</b><div class="centeredText"> <<if visited("ACTI003 - Manila Arrival")>>Manila, Philippines <<elseif visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude")>>Tallinn, Estonia <<elseif visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>>Bangkok, Thailand <<elseif visited("GY010 - Home")>>$CC.hometownName <<elseif visited("GY002 - AfrArrival")>>Namibia <<elseif visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>>Geneva, Switzerland <<elseif visited("GY002 - EuroArrival")>>Rome, Italy <<else>>$CC.hometownName<</if>></div> <b>Handler:</b> Nathan <<redacted true>>DRAKE<</redacted>><br> <b>Operation:</b> <<print $ACTI.target>><br> <b>Codename:</b> <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<redacted true>><<print $CC.codename>><</redacted>><</if>> /* Full Body Shot: /* IMAGE (Needed): Two variations, either one taken by private eye, or one taken in a modeling shoot. <br>*/ <br><br><br> <b>Active Missions:</b> <div class="handwritten"> <<if visited("HomeBase")>> <h3>Infiltrate <<print $ACTI.target>> Power Structure</h3> <br><br> Known Next Steps: <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX")>>Become a fixture of the clientele and see who I can meet and what I can see.<<else>>Become a patron of Club ZZYZX.<br><</if>> <<if $M2.visitedClubJobDay1>>Continue working it at the Club for access and connections.<<else>>Become an employee of Club ZZYZX.<br><</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Bona")>>See if Bona might have access and intel about the broader Manila underworld that could connect to <<print $ACTI.target>><br><</if>> Find additional inroads and information. <br><br><br> <h3>Uncover <<print $ACTI.target>> Identity</h3> <br><br> Clues and Other Information:<br> Execution of plot likely within the year. <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>>Connected with Darian? //Is// Darian?!<</if>> <br><br> Known Next Steps:<br> Learn about the <<print $ACTI.target>> power structure. Uncover <<print $ACTI.target>> Plans and Timeline <br><br> Clues and Other Information:<br> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>>Darian's clearly involved in the upper levels. Above Datu.<br><</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Nate's Involvement")>>Nate's file in the backroom.<br> WTF. Is he 'known' to them?<br> Is he working //for// them?<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date")>> A delivery. It's gotta be useful somehow. Just gotta find out what's being delivered.<br> By whom.<br> From where.<br> <</if>> <br><br> Known Next Steps:<br> Continue with main mission. <br><br><br> <h3>Uncover Current Status of Missing Agent</h3> <br><br> Clues and Other Information:<br> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado")>> ''Cornado''<br> <<headshot "Cornado.png">> He knew my mother. He might know where she is or what happened to her? He might know more about <<print $ACTI.target>>.<br> (Kill him?)<br> <</if>> <br><br> Known Next Steps:<br> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian McLeod")>>Gotta dig in about this Darian person...and what his deal is with me.<br><</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado")>> Gotta see if I can get more information out of Cornado...<br> <</if>> <br><br> <h3>Understand WTF I'm Doing</h3> <br><br> Clues and Other Information:<br> /*<<if $Memories.includes("")>><</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("")>><</if>>*/ <br><br> Known Next Steps:<br> <<if visited("M001 - Psyche Excitability")>> <<elseif visited("M001 - Honeytrap")>> <<if visited("M001 - Success") || visited("M001 - Fail")>> Potential for EROS training and guidance. <<else>> Extract 'Valuable' Information from Angelo.<br> Likely: Seduce Angelo.<br> <</if>> <<elseif visited("M001 - CaseOfficer")>> Undergo EROS Evaluation<br> <<else>> Meet with Angelo.<br> <</if>> <<if _reportavail gt 3>> It might be time to report in to EROS with my current findings.<br> <<else>> Should probably continue investigations before trying to report into EROS. <</if>> <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") && !visited("M002 - Night2End")>> <h3>Infiltrate Club ZZYZX: Patron</h3> <br><br> Clues and Other Information: <br><br> Known Next Steps:<br> Hit up the Club.<br> Meet people.<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> See if Callum might provide access and intel.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> See if there's a way to get closer to the man behind the curtain.<br> <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif visited("M002 - Night2End") && !$Memories.includes("Datu Job Offer")>> <h3>Infiltrate Club ZZYZX: Patron</h3> <span style="color:Red">''FAILED''</span><br> Too dangerous.<br> Need to find other avenues of approach.<br> Continuing would be certain death.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <h3>Infiltrate Club ZZYZX: Employment</h3> Clues and Other Information:<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> Datu -- high-level access? How to manipulate?<br> Potential connection to <<print $ACTI.target>><br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> Nestor -- brother to Datu. Leverage somehow?<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Delivery Date")>>Delivery date.<br> For what though...<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Claire Background File")>>They know who I am.<br> Like //really// who I am.<br> Talk about background check...maybe I need to be careful.<br> I wonder what triggered them to check. <</if>> <br><br> Known Next Steps:<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Zohran")>> This Zohran guy...must be involved in the bigger picture.<br> Seems 'normal' enough, might be worth cozying up to.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includee("Knows Cyrus Alireza")>> I wonder if His Excellency might be as important as he says he is.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Stolen ID")>> Maybe see if this...Kenji character might be helpful.<br> He needs his ID back after all... <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Datu Job Offer")>> Take Datu up on the second chance? <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Time to go to the club and start 'entertaining' patrons. <br> Maybe I'll meet members of the target's network quickly this way.<br> <br><br> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Time to go sling drinks at the club. <br> It'll be a great opportunity to listen, talk and meet people. Who knows who might sidle up to the bar.<br> <br><br> <<else>> Time to go dance at the club. <br> It'll get me a lot of attention, but we'll see what opportunities it affords for information gathering.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> ''Tara''<br> Will the age and experience of this 'senior' prostitute help me? Protect me? Get me in faster?<br> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> ''Elena''<br> I feel awful that I couldn't save her, but maybe we could find a bond and work together?<br> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Luz")>> ''Luz''<br> <<headshot "Luz.png">> Seemed like a regular at the club. Might have some knowledge or in-roads.<br> Very. Handsy.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Gio")>> ''Gio''<br> <<headshot "Gio.png">> Local Maintenance guy and regular at the Club.<br> Might provide an atypical approach.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Lila")>> ''Lila''<br> The most friendly bargirl. May know things or provide access?<br> Huge partier.<br> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob !== "none">> ''Lori, Daxa, Anika, Euji''<br> They've been here longer than me. What can I learn from them?<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows DJDJ")>> ''DJDJ''<br> See if 'Squared' might have any value as an asset.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> ''Datu''<br> Find out who Datu actually is and leverage his interest in me.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> ''Nestor''<br> <<headshot "Nestor.png">> Find out if Nestor might be easier or better to use than other avenues.<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Karl")>> ''Karl''<br> Could Karl's experience at the club offer me anything more than protection?<br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino")>> ''Niño''<br> Leverage my connection to Niño to get to Datu?<br> Use Niño for information or access at the club? <br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Sallah")>> ''Sallah''<br> <<headshot "Sallah.png">> Would the Middle Eastern Magnate possibly provide any way forward?<br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Jacob Bautista")>> ''Jacob''<br> He supplies the club. Maybe he supplies Datu...and the broader org?<br> <</if>> <<else>> Find owner/manager.<br> <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif visited("M002 - ClubJob") && $clubJob == "none" && !$Memories.includes("Datu Job Offer")>> <h3>Infiltrate Club ZZYZX: Employment</h3> <span style="color:Red">''FAILED''</span><br> Dead end.<br> I need to be careful in how I approach things and not kill options before I even try them.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if !$Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>> <h3>Build Out Wardrobe...I Mean, "Legend"</h3> <<else>> <h3>Keep building out my "Legend"</h3> <</if>> <br><br> Known Next Steps:<br> <<if !$Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>> Hit up the mall. <br> Buy some clothes.<br> <<else>> Do things that a 'not Spy' would do...<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Made Friends")>> Hang out with my new friends.<br> <<else>> Make friends?<br> <</if>> <<if $manilaDating gte 2>> See Blue again?<br> <<else>> Date?<br> <</if>> ...what's my 'double life'?<br> <</if>> Have some fun.<br> <br><br> Opportunities beyond Club ZZYZX: <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>> <h3>Find Additional Underground Inroads</h3> Bona? Casimir? <br><br> Clues and Other Information:<br> Underworld personalities may know each other? May hate each other? May provide access? <br><br> Known Next Steps:<br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>> <<if $HomeBase.days gte ($dayMetBona + (9 - $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value))>>Time for the delivery. Only a small window here. <<elseif visited("M003 - BonaDateStay")>>Wait for further contact from Bona. <<else>>Wait for contact from Dali. <</if>> <<else>> Meet Dalisay at pre-determined location. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> </div>
<<EROSCornerStamp>> <h2>Important Personalities:</h2> <div class="handwritten"> <h3>Elle <<print $CC.surname>></h3><br> <<if $CC.mom == 1>><<headshot `"$CC.MName" + .png`>><<else>>/* IMAGE (Needed): REDACTED photo */<</if>> Disappeared. <<if $CC.mom == 1>>Prom Night, <<if $Body.age lt 0>>2024.<<elseif $Body.age is 1>>2023.<<elseif $Body.age is 4>>2020.<<else>>2019.<</if>><br><<else>><</if>> Last Known Location: Manila, Philippines<br> Last Known Mission: Infiltrate <<print $ACTI.target>><br> Involvement and infiltration of <<print $ACTI.target>> unknown. Went dark.<br> <br><br> <<if visited("HomeBase")>> <h3><<print $ACTI.target>>.</h3><br> Name, location and appearance unknown. <br><br> Nate<br> <<headshot "Nate.png">> Handler<br> American<br> EROS Agent<br> Previous handler to Elle <<print $CC.surname>> <br><br> Angelo<br> <<headshot "Angelo.png">> Point of Contact and Liaison<br> Filipino<br> EROS Agent <br><br> <<if visited("M001 - CaseOfficer")>> Alice<br> Superior Agent within EROS<br> Unknown Origin...American? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> Callum<br> <<headshot "Callum.png">> Scots Businessman with access at the Club. <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - Night1Sex") && !$Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> Gang Hung<br> Random Chinese 'businessman' I...met...at the Club. <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> Tao "Peaches"<br> <<headshot "Tao.png">> Boss lady Chinese? <br><br> Karl<br> One of the bouncers.<br> Possibly American? <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - D1Dancing")>> Sakura "Sakie"<br> <<headshot "Sakura.png">> Self-Appointed leader of the dancers.<br> <br><br> Lori<br> <<headshot "Lori.png">> Friendly 'first-tier' Aussie<br> <br><br> Daxa<br> <<headshot "Daxa.png">> Nepalese 'second-tier' dancer<br> <br><br> Euji<br> <<headshot "Euji.png">> North Korean 'second-tier' dancer<br> <br><br> Anika<br> <<headshot "Anika.png">> Indian 'first-tier' dancer<br> <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows DJDJ")>> "DJDJ".<br> <<headshot "DJDJ.png">> Filipino DJ at the Club.<br> Exudes alpha attitude.<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> Datu.<br> <<headshot "Datu.png">> Well-dressed, high-access personage at the club.<br> Potential connection to <<print $ACTI.target>><br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> Nestor.<br> <<headshot "Nestor.png">> Brother to Datu.<br> A less-important, but access-holding...to Datu? Above Datu?<br> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino")>> Niño.<br> <<headshot "Nino.png">> Datu's lieutenant.<br> Hard, leads with emotion and violence.<br> <br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Sallah")>> Sallah.<br> <<headshot "Sallah.png">> Arab Foreign with extreme wealth and placement in Manila.<br> Frequent customer of Club prostitutes.<br> <br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado")>> Cornado.<br> <<headshot "Cornado.png">> Brother of Datu.<br> Violent, potentially sadistic.<br> Unknown connection to the organization.<br> <br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Jacob Bautista")>> <<headshot "Jacob.png">> Jacob.<br> Wealthy Manilan.<br> Connected to the organization and important to Datu.<br> Club Supplier.<br> <br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Zohran")>> <<headshot "Zohran.png">> Zohran.<br> Iranian.<br> Connected to the organization...how?<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Knows Petey")>> <<headshot "Petey.png">> Petey.<br> Low-level Goon.<br> <</if>> <<if $Intel.includes("Met Darian")>> <<headshot "Darian.png">> 'Darian McLeod.'<br> Ghost personality connected to the organization.<br> <</if>> <</if>> /* Club <</if>> */ <</if>>/* HomeBase <</if>> */ <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> <<headshot "Tara.png">> Tara.<br> Oldest of the Club prostitutes.<br> Worldly, but might have a tendency to pushing the envelope too much.<br> <br> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> Elena.<br> Newest prostitute at the club.<br> Eastern European.<br> //Young//.<br> <br> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<if $Memories.push("Knows Luz")>> Luz.<br> <<headshot "Luz.png">> Frequent bar regular.<br> <br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.push("Knows Gio")>> Gio.<br> <<headshot "Gio.png">> Maintenance guy local to the area of the club.<br> <br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.push("Knows Lila")>> <<headshot "Lila.png">> Lila.<br> Friendly bargirl.<br> <br> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>> Dalisay. <<headshot "Dalisay.png">> Girl I ran into at the Robinsons Mall.<br> Filipino. <<if visited("M003 - Dalisay")>> Wants me to...be an escort? <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Bona")>> <<headshot "Bona.png">> Bona. "Important" Business Man.<br> Southeast Asian? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Casimir")>> <<headshot "Casimir.png">> Casimir. <<if visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>>Met during my year away in Switzerland. Lots of time spent on his yacht.<</if>> Drug dealer working with Bona on new venture.<br> Eastern European.<br> <<if visited("M002 - BonaDateCas")>>Wants me as his inside eyes and ears<br><</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> Wants to offer me a job.<br> <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> </div>